Writtenbyourstruly

Paradise. Paradiso. Heaven. So many names the mortal calls it. Humans have written and painted how Heaven looks like. They depicted it as endless clouds, bright and vast whiteness. It is where God and His Angels lived. If only these mortals knew.

Normandy Motel is seedy motel in the far end of Dawn City. It stands near 24 hour convenience store and a gasoline station. A 100 meters away is a diner that caters to majority prostitutes, wayward teenagers and suspicious people. Normandy Motel is no different. People staying there lives by the week or a month are the type of people you don’t really want to associate with. It’s a good place to hide. Nobody cares and no one will question why you are staying there. To Mario Vasquez, it is a safe haven. For now.

The sound of screeching tires were heard. A white car is speeding beyond the speed limit on the road. It was 3AM and no other cars in sight. The driver of the car is this young blonde haired man. He looks inebriated. In fact, he is holding a bottle of beer on his left hand while his right hand is on the steering wheel. As he turns around the corner, a dark mist surrounded appeared and swallowed the car whole. The drunk driver pressed the brakes so hard that the car skidded. He couldn’t see anything because of the dark mist. He dropped his beer bottle so that he could grip his steering wheel however, it was to late. He has lost control. As the dark mist lifts up, the car slammed unto the railing. Because he was not wearing a seatbelt, her was flung out of his seat, his head hitting the hard glass in front. The impact left him dead on the spot. The dark mist came back and shifted into a dark shadow. It hovered over the man’s body. It cackled evilly. The dark shadow reached ove...

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

⧪⧪⧪⧪ Winston frowns at the papers he is reading. He has been investigating Anda’s mysterious girl for two months now. The investigation was quite slow since all they have is a sketch of the girl. No name or so whatever but Winston is not just an ordinary investigator. He is damn good one. “So serious in the morning Win.” Winston looks up the person who said to him. It is Markle holding two hot cups of coffee. Markle is his partner and also his lover. The black haired man hands him one of the steaming cup saying, “Is that the mysterious girl we’ve been looking into during the sidelines?”