Twisted, Emma K. Somers [best english novels to read .txt] 📗

Prologue

“The future belongs to those
who believe in the beauty of
their dreams.” Eleanor Roosevelt

I was walking, alone, in broad daylight. Wait, no, I wasn’t alone. A boy walked gracefully next to me. He was beautiful, no gorgeous. We were strolling along a picturesque trail lined with apple trees. Their intricate emerald leaves and ruby red apples shone beneath the rising golden sun. Exotic birds flew through the air, whistling a variety of melodic tunes. The grass was wet with shivery silver dew and the glorious sapphire sky was almost crystal clear, with only one or two cotton candy clouds to be seen. From where I stood, I could just see the morning sun peeking out over the statuesque mountains floating in the distance, and could smell the sweet fragrance of roses in the air. This is how I knew it was summer. Yet I couldn’t where I was or what the boy’s name was, the one I was walking with. It all seemed vaguely familiar to me, though I wasn’t sure why since I had no memories of this wondrous and magical place. Suddenly I laughed, although no joke had been told and I didn’t see anything that struck me as being particularly funny. Perhaps it was just the sheer joy and thrill of the moment.
Then, just as quickly as it had come, the scene changed drastically. I was surrounded by an abyss of black with only enough light to see the boy I’d been walking with being thrown of a cliff. I tried to scream, but no sound came from my lips, my body numb with pain and denial. The murderer turned to me, his icy pale eyes cutting viciously through me. He suddenly zoomed up in front of me, a knife in hand, an cruel evil grin on his face. I cried out noiselessly in silent terror as he plunged his dagger deep into my now sorrowful heart.

Text: Emma Katherine Somers
Images: Emma Katherine Somers
Editing: Dani C
Publication Date: 02-03-2012

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