Summary: If you could write your love story, what would it say? Would it include the good with the bad? The sadness with the joy? The laughter with the pain? You x OC. A series of drabbles.
Author’s Note: Boredom inspired this fiction. I had stumbled upon where others had used the alphabet for their stories and I thought it to be an interesting idea… These are mere drabbles; some connect, some do not…half of them make little sense because this is the way my mind works sadly…. The love interest does have a name, but feel free to change it to whatsoever you wish. Enjoy.
Word: Chocolate….
Take My Hand And Never Let Go
By
K.N. Proctor
Chapter One:
A Is For Addiction
Addiction, meaning a compulsive need for something. While the word seemed somewhat meaningless to your much too young mind, you vaguely understood the concept—okay, not really; you ended up having to ask an adult what that word meant. Your “good” friend, William, suggested that you had a problem, an addiction to a certain thing. You denied this, having not grasped the concept. But now you could admit that there were several things you craved and desired even as a youth: love, food, shelter…and the object currently in the slightly older girl’s hands.
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Summary: What happens in the woods stays in the woods. OneShot. You x Mystery Man.
Author’s Note: Here is a little short piece of original work…it’s random and I have no idea what inspired this. It is in the second point of view, which is my favorite to write in… Enjoy, hopefully you will.
Twilight
By
K.N. Proctor
Twilight, in your opinion, was a rather creepy time… Perhaps it was the horror and terrible memories that you had involving twilight, if anything bad every happened to you it seemed to center around that point. Much to your utter joy, you were currently lost in the woods at such an appointed time. Oh, joy.
Normally, you were the very rational and stable sort, but you could help but cringe at every little noise and stir of the woods, imagining the very worst scenario. Basically, your underactive imagination just became very overactive…as if on crack. “It figures…”
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