Originally this was a fan fiction about a member of a rock band. Yes it rocks to write these when you are 14 going on 20! Obviously we’ve all grown up a bit since then, although we still like the same music, and it’s just a shame to let such wonderful ideas that we had a looong time ago to just be buried. So I decided to remake this story into a novel. It is still going to be about a guy from a rock band whose life is not what it seems. Although there will be more descriptions added and a slight change of name. And of course, this particular story is still missing an ending!
Special note: Originally I was co-writing this story with a girl from the USA who went by the name Amber. Now I haven’t talked to this girl for quite a while, we each have our lives that take our attention away from past pastimes. However I am trying to contact her regarding the changes I am making and to make sure that she is okay with all that. So hopefully, I will be hearing from her and will be able to put her full name in here for attribute.
Excerpt:
“She had to run away, she couldn’t take this life anymore. So much pressure, so much madness… it was all she could do to keep from screaming in frustration. Her parents just wouldn’t listen; they were too busy with ruling the Unseelie Court and just kept pressuring her to produce an heir. Ash paced her room, fidgeting with the front of her nightgown. I absolutely have to leave, but how do I get around the guards? If they see me they’ll know that I’m trying to escape. She stopped her pacing and plonked on the bed in dejection. Time seemed to stretch into infinity as her mind raced. How am I supposed to think of anything, when I am stuck in this room for months already, with no connection to the outside apart from the nightly visitor? The thought of him made her shiver. No, I have to escape somehow, I have to!
The moonlight orb cast a faint glow in the room, illuminating the shadows and her pale face. But the only answer that was forthcoming was to leave, to escape, to flee. If I wait any longer, it will be too late, it’s now or never!”
Things are not what they seem. Life is not what it seems. People are not who they seem to be.
Do you know the truth? Do you know the answer?
Do we truly know anything?
