BiscuitBear37
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There I was, sat on my bed my fingers stretched out edging closer and closer until it reached a small, crimson notebook. I couldn't, no I had promised not too but it was so tempting. And before I could stop myself my fingers had picked up the scarlet book, and hands shaking pulled back the front cover.
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The notebook can change reality at your own will. Anything you write will come to life, but it comes at a dangerous cost. It takes a piece of your soul to fuel it. So, in order for you to not die from your entire soul beings taken, you have to choose a victim for the notebook to take a piece of its soul from.
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Thanks MTMothkey,
This is really helpful, if I am not given any more ideas this will be a great story line! :) -
Paragraph 2: Ideas form MTMothkey:
Glittery magic swarmed round the blank parchment. Bad magic. I reached out for a pen, which was lying on my bedside-table, tore of the lid and started to write. But I didn't even get past "Dear" before my hand started stinging, a sickening and bloody pain that arose throughout my entire body, I quickly pulled my hand away quick, and the pain started to demolish. I sat on my bed, overwhelmed and hurting. I unlocked my phone and started the usual routine of replying to messages. I didn't share what had just happened with anyone. I would have to keep this to myself. Instead, I made a silent promise to myself. A promise that could not be kept. -
Paragraph 3: 2 weeks later:
I had almost forgotten about the notebook until it appeared in my school bag! It was Wednesday 23rd of November and I was getting my English homework from my bag when I found it. I stared at the leather cover and pulled back the first page. To my surprise it was no longer empty, instead blood-red swirly writing filled the page.
I'll suck your soul
but grant your wishes
or use someone else
Mr or Missus
It's proably cheesy but tell me what you think. Please give ideas for next part :) -
I'll gladly help you out! And no, it's not cheesy at all! It's actually very clever, so kudos to you, mate!
Someone saw the notebook and it was someone who you've known since childhood, someone you told all your secrets to and trusted with your life. They ask you what it was. Will you lie and dishonor your friendship to save your friend? Or tell the truth, but know, they have to be the next victim? -
ooh! amazing thank you so much for helping again! :)
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Next Part:
"Hey, you alright?" Gemma whispers, making me jump. I nod and quickly snap the book shut and produce my homework from my bag. "Fine. Can I mark my answers from your book, I was uhm daydreaming" I lie and quickly copy the ticks and crosses down, glad Mrs. Morgan hadn't yet noticed I was falling behind everyone else. Our task today was to write an acrostic poem based on "Wildlife" (our topic this term) I'm normally really good at poetry, although I shouldn't boast Mrs. Morgan said I have real talent and I could be a poet one day! But I'm sure she wouldn't repeat that today. By the time I had decided what my word was going to be we only had 20 minutes left of the lesson, and normally I could have written at least 3 in this time, but not today. Here's my poem..... -
Sounds good so far I like it! Just a suggestion maybe post ur story on Wattpad or DeviantArt as it will get more views on there. Good luck!
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Thanks! :)
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No problem!
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Yep. that's it. Nothing -
I wasn't surprised I got detention. My punishment was to finish a whole entire book of English comprehension. I had two hours to complete it. Mr. Brown (deputy headteacher who runs detention) left the room so I quickly scribbled down the answers-copying from the back but changing my word choice so he wouldn't get suspicious and thought about the day's events.
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1. Gemma. My bestfriend since I was 3 years old. We shared all of our secrets, I trusted her with my life and she trusted me! But if she hadn't seen the notebook, I wouldn't have to lie!
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Random paragraph idea:
When I opened the notebook again that night, the threat written in dripping red ink was gone. I swallowed, and pulled a pen from my desk drawer and wrote, "what do you want?".
Nothing happened.
I was probably just imagining things. It was almost the end of term, perhaps I was so tired I was growing paranoid.
I hope this helps you!!!
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