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The Beginning of a Novel.

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The Beginning of a Novel I was tiptoeing on the sole of my foot as though I was participating in an elegant ballet dance but the way in which I was steadily and stealthily moving did not seem so pleasing to the eye as theatrical ballet would. The incentive for my unusual behaviour was so nobody would hear me and wake up from their slumber. This technique of walking in secrecy seemed as though I was in a "cops and robbers" situation, where I was the robber rushing away surreptitiously but cautiously, with endurance and patience but still moving rapidly and swiftly because of the fear of being caught, after thieving a precious jewel that obviously meant the world to some filthy rich business woman, who seemed to care of absolutely nothing but her extreme wealth. My horrendously huge but cowardly heart was thumping powerfully, passionately and vigorously against the bones of my delicate ribs like a drumstick banging brutally against the drum and then I felt a sickening sensation in the pit of empty stomach. ...read more.

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was the light of the moon. It looked beautiful. Resembling a nail being clipped and then put up in the sky shined with all its luminosity. As it lightened up the foyer, I got even more terrified than I was before because now I could see the true unattractiveness and ugliness of where I was. Spiders' webs that were tangled up in all sorts of elliptical designs at the corners of the hallway glistened in the light of the moon. The temperature outside was about ten degrees below zero and it was raining aggressively. I could hear the large raindrops that had fallen from the black soot coloured clouds hammering the thin sheets of glass windows. The rain which was as cold as solid icicles was dripping through the holes of the grubby ceiling after a two second interval, which was swiftly increasing to a half a second interval. The ceiling was wallpapered but painted over with 'dazzling white paint', which now at this stage was no longer dazzling but a very dull grey colour. ...read more.

Conclusion

Therefore by the time it was my turn to go down into the other realm, I had to close my eyes, put my faith in myself, and take one giant leap for my selfish necessity; thirst. I peered through one eye and my gaze stretched beyond the obscurity into more gloominess. I looked down at my bare, ice cold feet. I was standing on a sharp nail that pierced my soft skin. Deep scarlet red blood flowed onto the stairs. I sat down on the step, there was nothing below my feet and nothing behind my back, but I just sat there in exasperation because I was alone and I needed someone to blame, but I had no-one to hold responsible for my faults and that made me angry. I wanted to scream for help but I didn't have the energy and liveliness that I once used to have. I sat there thinking. Then I whispered to myself in the quietest tone, 'What went wrong?' I didn't have the answer to my pathetic, feeble question. ...read more.

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