Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25519076-20141012224518

So... hey! This is my second post on here I believe, and I'm in desperate need of help. This project is consuming all my time, and I can't think of anything else, which is really irratating! I started the first paragraph of this back in 2013 about this time of the year, but of course I had another project at the time, and this was just a side sort of thing. I have taken time to write two more paragraphs on to it (one pretty small and one slightly bigger), and I'm going on the third. I finally know what I want to happen in this story, I have it all planned out, but I don't know if I'm doing everything correctly. If you are reading this, please take the time to read this full thing and don't be quick to judge, but I would really appreciate feed back and help so much, wither it is bad or good! All is welcome, just keep nasty comments to your self.

Note: Was originally going to be call "Imaginaton of Darkness" and now hopefully going to be called "Lost Memories". Please do not try to steal my work... I spent a lot of time working on it and it's safe to say I'm extremely stressed because of it!

                                                       Lost Memories 

Steven decided to head home, it was getting late... He was at his Brothers house with the rest of his family to celebrate his Birthday, it was 4:00 am. Steven had heard that all the strange things happen about that time. He wasn't really bothered though because he had a great night at his brother’s house dancing, cheering, partying and seeing Family members he hadn't been in contact with in a while! He had reached the end of Brown Street and was just about to go into the park were he usually goes to cut through. But as he was walking through it, He could see a blurry looking figure behind him every time he looked back. He stopped for a minute to turn round and see properly. When Steven stopped and turned round, So did the blurry figure. He decided to ignore it and carry on, But he couldn’t help but start to worry. Steven quickly turned round to catch it out copying him. The blurry figure was too slow and just stood there staring at Steven. He didn’t know what else to do and just waved at the figure… The figure waved back. It started to get misty and cold. Steven could see the grass in the park turning frosty, It sent a chill down his spine. Steven carried on walking and plugged his earphones in to listen to some music, to put his mind of what had just happened.

Steven got to the end of the park and was right outside his house. At that moment, his Music instantly stopped playing. He stopped and stood outside of his house for about 5 minutes, debating with him self inside of his head wither what had just happened was anything to worry about or not. He came to the conclusion that it was just late and he was tired, so his mind was playing games with his head. Steven quickly unlocked his door, turned round to lock it and ran up the stairs into his bed without any other thought in his head but going to sleep and getting a good breakfast in the morning.

Steven woke up the next morning with a fresh state of mind, not wanting to think too much of what had happened the previous night. He sat down at the table with his Breakfast and planned out the rest of the day for himself. Just at that moment, someone had knocked the door. Steven got up and went to check who had knocked on the door, but he was surprised to find that no one appeared to be there. Steven looked around to see if anything was left behind by the person who had knocked on his door, and surprisingly enough he had found a small yellow posted note attached to the side of his window. Steven slammed the door in anger and went to the table to read what the posted not had written on it. All it said was “I’m home”. Steven immediately turned the posted note round to the other side, presuming more was written on the back, but to his surprise there was nothing. Steven had no clue as to who this was from or what it could mean, his head began to fill with all sorts of things and started to worry. The first thing he thought was it had something to do with last night, He just wanted answers.

Three days had past since that person knocked on Steven’s door, nothing had happened, not the slightest.



Thank you all very much for reading! 