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Question by AliceCullen823: How does this prologue from my book sound? PROLOGUE The rain. That’s all you heard in a little town like Oakley where your nearest neighbor is one mile from your own house. Oakley is like one of those bad Hollywood movies. If one kid was absent from school there would be an uproar, or if someone was sick the older residents of the town would blame it on witchcraft. You see Oakley, Oklahoma was just the kind of place you would only move to if you were running from the cops or if you had gone completely insane, like me I guess or so I thought. At one point in my life I used to hear a constant chatter in my head, a low buzzing of pure power in my ears, and see the terribly distorted faces of unknown enemies in my room. I used to tell my father everything about the encounters with the devilish creatures and the nonstop noise, until that one day where I finally saw the disbelief in his eyes. Slumber used to come so easily before the dreams but now I don’t know of any reason good enough, not for the pain that accompanies waking up. Not even for the briefest of minutes can I close my eyes with fear of letting the unknown finally get what they want, what they had always been after; me. There wasn’t ever a time where I couldn’t see them, the taunting creatures that haunt my dreams and grace my nightmares. How could I avoid them if they were always popping images into my head; pictures of a eerily too perfect place. They whisper things--the creatures, they always have; stories about a place far away but so close that my heart yearned to go. A land where darkness and hate, chaos and order come together as one to balance the energy of the land and keep order between the rulers. I told my father about the dreams but he always passed it off as a psychological problem that needed and still needs fixing. That’s why I’ve been in therapy for the last ten years of my life; talking about my feelings and how I make up the images because I am unhappy and want attention from my dad. The psychologist said that it could be because I have no mother and in his words, “this precious period in a girl’s life is when she needs her mother the most.” Well if I were to have known more about my mother from my father then apparently I wouldn’t have had these problems. I can tell my dad feels at fault, but he doesn’t like speaking about her, all I know is that she was beautiful, the most beautiful creature he had ever seen and that she died giving birth to me. My dad hardly ever looks at me yet he says that none of it was my fault. Yeah, well he doesn’t see the underlying hatred in his eyes a look I try to disregard as sorrow but leaves me breathless with guilt, the guilt of taking my own mother’s life. Thank you guys for reading and please be tough! Just remember that this is just a rough copy and not the finished product I'm still making tweeks to my story. I actually got a literary agent and her name is Eve White so my book is in publishing at the moment. I might make a deal with Harper Teen FINGERS CROSSED lol. Anyway just tell me if it is something interesting that might compell you to read more bye :) Best answer:
Answer by Misty Jones
I love it and would definetely read more!! Good luck!
