"Someone is calling... is that my name?" The voice felt like a chant to him. It rolled smoothly like a beautiful melody in his dreams.
"Xie Qianfan" it continued to sing. The ground is cold, damp and hard but he still did not want to wake up. This feeling is hypnotizing. Is this the world that exists in the afterlife? he question. His eyes were completely shut. The tune continued but after sometime, several small hands seemed to touch his face and pull on his hair. "What the freaking thing is disturbing my sleep?!" Although he keeps murmuring, he did not dare open his eyes until he felt a cool metal wrapped around him. he eyes finally snap open.
this is totally not finished but then im just gonna post it so that when i feel like it im going to continue what i have start
its very difficult to write. sometimes you lose interest in your story line because you've thought of a beter one but then you havent even drafted the new one. ugh and the vicious cycle repeats
