The Mockingjay
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Okay, so I've had this idea for nearly a year now and just about started to write it down xD It's a series of novels I want to write based around a world within our own, a world of dreams and nightmares. I wasn't sure how to start it, but knew I needed an introduction to the world itself as well as the novels base concept.
Now, before you settle in to read, know that nothing happens in this section of text... It is as I just explained, an introduction to the world. I'm posting it because this is a style of writing I hae no experience with, so I'd like feedback on good and bad, change and don't change, Necessary and not.
Thanks in advance. x
Also, could you ay away from posts about grammar and spelling errors, this was a pretty quick job as I was concentrating on the text itself rather than the minor details.
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It’s strange to see my story in two such contradicting sections of bookshops… In your world, Teen Fiction. In mine? Autobiography. The stories you hear, the characters you love, where do you feel they come from? Can it be said that imagination is a truly spontaneous thing? Can one really create an image in their mind that is original in every way? As much as I’d like that to be the case, I’ve seen too much n this world to believe in rue imagination. Every monster. every creature, every race… Good or Bad, they all have to originate somewhere. That somewhere, is here, where I live. Enderworld.
It’s strange, how we can live so close to you, live such similar lives in such similar worlds but not know of each others existence.
Think hard, create the most out there thing you can, chances are it holds it’s base somewhere in my land. We do not create, we exaggerate. Ghost stories start because someone, somewhere sees something they can’t explain, word spreads and the story changes; but the base still remains real.
Vampires are not the creation of a genius, they were the crazed ramblings of a mad woman, damned by those around her… What she saw was impossible, but so very possible. Werewolves… While it’s true this is something easy to create, they too exist. But it’s not a curse, there were no witches involved… There never are. Things are the way they are because they are born that way.
Where I live, we don’t live in secrecy. We are who; What, we are. We embrace each other; for the most part. Some species can’t be controlled and are kept separately, but that cannot be helped. We live in the earth, wandering just beneath your feet without you having any idea. A whole world awaits if you just dig a hole. Everything you could ever dream of, and everything that has ever threatened your nightmares walks the earth just like you. The world down here, is a near-perfect replica of yours on the outer-lands, that’s what we call it anyway. Any Doctor Who fans out there may know it as TARDIS technology, for everyone else, our world is the same size as yours, but still fits inside yours with room to spare. Bigger on the inside is the simple term. Here however, we’re not split by nationality, and our countries don’t have the same names as yours. Here, The most dangerous creatures occupy the most secluded areas… You know; to limit casualties. Whilst this usually works. sometimes a plane or boat will make the unfortunate mistake of not stocking enough fuel for a full journey, this often leads to the worst possible fate. Other than that, we share everything you do, most buildings up there exist down here, as do jobs, shows and groups.
You may by this point be wondering who I am? Or what I am? And the answer may disappoint you. I’m human, the same as any of you reading this, only difference is, I was abandoned at birth and picked up by an Enderworldian family. My adopted parents are vampires, but the nice kind you read about and love. Like the Cullens but less sparkly.
My name? Gracie… Gracie Lakes. And this is my life. A life in Enderworld.
Now, before you settle in to read, know that nothing happens in this section of text... It is as I just explained, an introduction to the world. I'm posting it because this is a style of writing I hae no experience with, so I'd like feedback on good and bad, change and don't change, Necessary and not.
Thanks in advance. x
Also, could you ay away from posts about grammar and spelling errors, this was a pretty quick job as I was concentrating on the text itself rather than the minor details.
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-Prologue-
It’s strange to see my story in two such contradicting sections of bookshops… In your world, Teen Fiction. In mine? Autobiography. The stories you hear, the characters you love, where do you feel they come from? Can it be said that imagination is a truly spontaneous thing? Can one really create an image in their mind that is original in every way? As much as I’d like that to be the case, I’ve seen too much n this world to believe in rue imagination. Every monster. every creature, every race… Good or Bad, they all have to originate somewhere. That somewhere, is here, where I live. Enderworld.
It’s strange, how we can live so close to you, live such similar lives in such similar worlds but not know of each others existence.
Think hard, create the most out there thing you can, chances are it holds it’s base somewhere in my land. We do not create, we exaggerate. Ghost stories start because someone, somewhere sees something they can’t explain, word spreads and the story changes; but the base still remains real.
Vampires are not the creation of a genius, they were the crazed ramblings of a mad woman, damned by those around her… What she saw was impossible, but so very possible. Werewolves… While it’s true this is something easy to create, they too exist. But it’s not a curse, there were no witches involved… There never are. Things are the way they are because they are born that way.
Where I live, we don’t live in secrecy. We are who; What, we are. We embrace each other; for the most part. Some species can’t be controlled and are kept separately, but that cannot be helped. We live in the earth, wandering just beneath your feet without you having any idea. A whole world awaits if you just dig a hole. Everything you could ever dream of, and everything that has ever threatened your nightmares walks the earth just like you. The world down here, is a near-perfect replica of yours on the outer-lands, that’s what we call it anyway. Any Doctor Who fans out there may know it as TARDIS technology, for everyone else, our world is the same size as yours, but still fits inside yours with room to spare. Bigger on the inside is the simple term. Here however, we’re not split by nationality, and our countries don’t have the same names as yours. Here, The most dangerous creatures occupy the most secluded areas… You know; to limit casualties. Whilst this usually works. sometimes a plane or boat will make the unfortunate mistake of not stocking enough fuel for a full journey, this often leads to the worst possible fate. Other than that, we share everything you do, most buildings up there exist down here, as do jobs, shows and groups.
You may by this point be wondering who I am? Or what I am? And the answer may disappoint you. I’m human, the same as any of you reading this, only difference is, I was abandoned at birth and picked up by an Enderworldian family. My adopted parents are vampires, but the nice kind you read about and love. Like the Cullens but less sparkly.
My name? Gracie… Gracie Lakes. And this is my life. A life in Enderworld.
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