Status: I am planning to publish this, it is not commplete and I would like honest critiques, no matter how harsh, with eatch chapter I post up :3
The Golden Apple ( Book 1 )
Dear Reader,
Have you always dreamed of a place that would take you away.
A place that had unimaginable possibilities of endless wonder.
Did you ever once wish that something, anything would swoop you off your feet and take you away?
For a long time, I wanted those things.
Everyone did at some point.
I wanted to see my father, the man that left me in the care of a woman that raised me since birth.
My father was a mystery, a link to who I really was.
I was never to go into the attic. The attic my mother told me had monsters that hid in the darkest dampest areas and as a mindless child of fear I believed her. As I got older my courage and curiosity got the best of me to the point I no longer did fear monsters and childish lies. I finally got my chance to go up into that attic… I finally climbed the stairs to my fate….
Dear friends,
I should have heeded my mother’s warning. I should have left my obsession of my father in that cursed box and never opened it a, and now as I hold this the contents of my father’s things I had sealed my fate.
Even now as I sit and write to you, in a damp boat. I warn you to stay away from anything that glows gold.
Do not touch the thing that cursed me, for if you see a Golden Apple, walk away. No matter how tempting it is don’t look back. For a war is brewing, a war so old that now I am left to finish it…the only thing I have is a Journal, the Apple and my loyal cousins.
My mother once told me to always start a story from the beginning, but this is not a story. This is my journal, and everything you’re about to read is not a fiction.
So, for now I must stop writing. They have found us…
- Logan Emerson
A place that had unimaginable possibilities of endless wonder.
Did you ever once wish that something, anything would swoop you off your feet and take you away?
For a long time, I wanted those things.
Everyone did at some point.
I wanted to see my father, the man that left me in the care of a woman that raised me since birth.
My father was a mystery, a link to who I really was.
I was never to go into the attic. The attic my mother told me had monsters that hid in the darkest dampest areas and as a mindless child of fear I believed her. As I got older my courage and curiosity got the best of me to the point I no longer did fear monsters and childish lies. I finally got my chance to go up into that attic… I finally climbed the stairs to my fate….
Dear friends,
I should have heeded my mother’s warning. I should have left my obsession of my father in that cursed box and never opened it a, and now as I hold this the contents of my father’s things I had sealed my fate.
Even now as I sit and write to you, in a damp boat. I warn you to stay away from anything that glows gold.
Do not touch the thing that cursed me, for if you see a Golden Apple, walk away. No matter how tempting it is don’t look back. For a war is brewing, a war so old that now I am left to finish it…the only thing I have is a Journal, the Apple and my loyal cousins.
My mother once told me to always start a story from the beginning, but this is not a story. This is my journal, and everything you’re about to read is not a fiction.
So, for now I must stop writing. They have found us…
- Logan Emerson
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