Writtenbyourstruly

The warehouse has this atrocious scent. It’s a mixture of a smell of a decaying body and dried blood. The whole warehouse has that smell. It can make anyone puke. She raised her hand holding a flashlight to shed light on the path she walking. The electricity blew out as soon as she entered. The whole place is in pitch darkness. “This is a fucking trap.” she thought. She knew it was a trap but her stupid chief thinks it’s not. “God, the smell.” she wanted to cover her nose but couldn’t she needed her other hand to hold a gun. She perked her right hear. She heard soft footsteps like it’s coming from behind her. Or is it?

She looked at the pair of scissors on the sink. She has been staring at it for the last 30 minutes now. She takes a glance at her reflection on the mirror and grimaced. Her long red hair lazily cascading down her shoulders up to her waist. It’s now or never. “So, Jenny what do you think?” she asks. Now or never. She picks up the scissors and did like people won’t expect her to do. Soon, strands of hair starts to fall on the sink. She looks at it and bit her lips. “No turning back now.” she then looks at the mirror and said, “Goodbye long hair.”

Hello November. Hello NaNoWriMo 2018. This is just an introduction post of my entry novel for this month. My novel's name is