Maisie Pereira was a nice girl just going on with her normal, boring life. The only adventure she had was when she dived deep into the pages of a book.
Well, that is... until she died.
Faced with the harsh possibility of having died before her time...
As promised, I come bearing a new story! I'm so excited to share it with you that I can't possibly express it in words :)
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If you want to skip on to the beginning of the story and it's after November 8th, 2019, feel free to! This part is reserved for warnings, previews, prizes if I eventually decide to participate in a contest and so on. (But don't forget to leave a comment or to vote to let me know if you want to read this story :) )
Now, let's get on with business so we can focus on things that are awesome :D
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Update schedule: So, I'm going to try something different this time. I'm planning on updating every Tuesday and Friday (yup, twice a week!), starting November, 8th 2019. Let's see how it goes!
If you are wondering how The Fog of Airyll's sequel is going, I'm thinking that it should be here on wattpad sometime next year. I won't mention a month, because it will depend on when I finish writing Evenfall and then rewriting TFOA. So there you have it :D
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Warnings:
I'd like to think this is a story everybody could read, I mean, there might be some curse words here and there, but we're not going to go much further than that. It should be a safe story to read. Should that change, I'll edit this warning in here and I'll let you know with a note at the beginning of the chapter.
That said, this is a story that talks about the afterlife, so some religion aspects might be mentioned. Let me be clear on this - I created my own afterlife, taking bits and pieces from different religions. I hope I don't offend anyone, and if I do, I'm sorry. It was not my intention.
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Excerpt:
As the last rays of sunlight melted into the darkness, I watched as they laid the body to rest. It was poetic, I thought, that they decided to bury it at the evenfall - the death of a day, so to say. I tried not to look in the body's direction though, afraid of what I'd see, deciding to focus on the people standing around instead.
I mean, it wasn't like there were many - only six, seven if you counted me. It was almost pathetic. Jace had his fist closed and was glaring down accusingly at the coffin. Joanne was tapping her feet in the soil, sometimes even going as far as pacing around the graves, muttering as she noticed spots of mud in her dress. Ingreth and my parents were crying, they seemed inconsolable and I couldn't help shifting from foot to foot.
I wanted to hug them hard and tell them that everything would be better.
But I couldn't say that... and I didn't really think they'd appreciate it if I did anyway. It would be uncomfortable...
This whole situation was uncomfortable, as a matter of fact. Especially if you consider that my brother's best friend/crush was staring straight at me, his eyes glowing with a mix of sadness and anger.
Why?
Well, because the body that was about to be buried?
