In response to the Daily Prompt…
Almost three years ago, when my father bought me my first ever smart phone, I downloaded an app called Wattpad. And as, thanks to Wattpad, I delved farther and farther into the wonderful world of amateur writing, I became obsessed.
Since I was going through my supernatural phase, I too decided to write a novel. If I say so myself, it did have a unique storyline. My peers appreciated it a lot. But alas I could not fight with my problem of procrastination and was only able to finish 6 chapters.
I did write a blurb for it. I am copying it here word for word. As I look back on it, I realize my own immaturity. And I am awed at the extent of mental and literal growth I have undergone from that time to now.
“It hurt, it hurt a lot. The rope, burning my wrists, and the knife pressed against my throat. But I refused to back down, I fought and struggled against the perverted man, summoning the courage and bravery I felt in times like these. It was almost like a separate entity residing inside me, the instinct of survival and protecting oneself. I bucked my body and threw him off, his knife clattering to the ground, his back hit the opposite wall of the ramshackle cottage where I was squatting. The dumb man didn’t even know how to tie a proper knot, I slipped my hands free. The resulting abrasions didn’t matter; I was used to pain. I picked up my bundle, which sadly held all my worldly possessions, and ran like the wind, lest that sleazy excuse of a man should wake up.
Usually a fantasy story starts when the protagonist is scared and confused as to the origin of their powers or their strength.
But I knew where mine came from, I am a Vampyr’s daughter.
And my mission is to find my father.”
Yes well… I’m embarrassed by it. But I thought I’ll share it anyway. I might even post those chapters here as well!