The book I'm dying to work on is the idea "Seeking the King". In the top right corner, you can see the progress, and I bet you've noticed that the amount of words hasn't changed over the recient months. You can blame Procrastination and my little brother. My brother's mouth doesn't stop motoring (meaning: talking), and when he thumps on the floor, the Mobile Home shakes like a bomb went off next door. School takes up most of my day, so whenever I get inspiration, I forget it before I'm done school. My life is going around in annoying circles. But I have a plot - I think - and it's like this: Ash is a boy who wishes he could erase his mistakes. After a freak storm sends him to another world - one in Medieval style - Ash gets that chance. He has to find out why he looks like the minion of the Enemy, and Seek the King before it's too late. I think it's a good plot, but I want to know if it sounds like a good plot to YOU guys. I hate it when I don't get any feedback.
Today, I'll face school while formulating what will happen next. Because I'm stuck at this part:
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My conscious resurfaced sometime later, and I figured that I was dead. I had to be, I had just sunk to the bottom of the ocean, hadn’t I?
I heard footsteps on gravel as my sense of touch rebooted. Was I laying on…rocks? Hmm…
“‘Ey, Sully, it seems that we’ve fished up one of ours, eh?” said a rough voice suddenly, agonisingly loud. Well, this wasn’t Heaven, then. Not like I deserved it. ‘Welcome to Hell, Ash Montgomery!’ was the next thing I expected to be said. “I wonder what he was doing in the ocean…”
“Aye, Captain!” agreed a second voice (obviously Sully), equally as rough as the first one. “What should we do with him?”
“I suggest we take him to our lord,” the first voice said.
“Very good—I would have said the same thing,” Sully said with enthusiasm.
This was confusing me. But their objective of taking me to their ‘lord’ really got to me. I had a feeling about who their ‘lord’ was, since I was dead.
I opened my eyes and looked around wildly, and just as I jumped up to make my mistake, one of the two figures that had been talking above me stopped me from moving by pinning me down with a hand on my chest. I struggled some more and bared my teeth at the man. “Let me go! Let me go! I’m not supposed to be here!”
The man who was pinning me down chuckled. “Oh, but we can’t let you go now,” he said with a malicious tone in his voice.
I gulped, moving my head as far away from him as I could. I didn’t like him and his breath reeked.
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What could happen next, hmm?
