Chapter 27
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A/N: Again new writing style for this arc's story! A kind of style I've never tried before: a diary! For flashback reasons, dates won't be in a neat order.
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31.12
I've never been a great author.
To say the truth, I just did it on my free time.
At first, it was just some tries on a file. After a few chapters, I just found the first unsightly and often gave up.
Giving up can resume my life [1].
I did music for a few years, then gave up.
I did try to study hard at a time, then gave up.
I started at least a few dozen different stories, then gave up.
But one day, I started publishing one of my work on internet.
Whether it was good or not, I didn't even try to know. Wouldn't others be more able to judge that than me?
That's what I thought.
I published my first chapter. A second followed up quickly after. And soon, I had all kind of ideas left to write.
I started having a regular rhythm. I kept totally neglected my studies. Well, it wasn't different from before, I always relied on my innate talent for studying to study less. But instead from escaping my life by consuming, I created too.
In a way, maybe I thought I would be able to escape reality. Escape the way the world was made.
But I was wrong.
Writing wasn't only about escaping reality.
This channel… They hold the key for it… Writing the world's script. [2]
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25.09
For a fall beginning, the weather was particularly hot.
I went to buy a drink during the afternoon school break.
I wrote two chapters during the morning courses. I feel like my ability to listen to the courses and write at the same time improved… [3]
Today, on my way back home, I came across some strange black-clothed men. It reminds me of these novels where mysterious people and secret organizations are always in black too. As if their sneakiness wasn't obvious enough… I doubt anyone really wanting to be discreet use such methods. After all, there's much chances to be instead standing out in such attire.
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02.10
I again saw then strange men. They were leaving the house just in front of mine.
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8.10
When I left the high-school, I could feel a look on my back. When I turned around, they were at the entrance of the school, looking at the crowd leaving the school. But when I turned around to walk again, I still felt an invisible pressure on my back.
I arrive home two minutes earlier than usually. Maybe I walked faster.
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13.10
When I went to the school this morning, I felt an unpleasant presence in my back.
It was the men.
So, they were following me.
I didn't see them the evening.
[…]
14.10
I couldn't sleep tonight. What if they broke into my house? There was no one home. I never knew my father and my mother works the night, so I rarely see her.
I feel like writing is emptying my mind, and every letter, whether typed or penned, is taking a weight off my mind.
I wrote five chapters this night.
[…]
16.10
It's been two nights I didn't sleep.
I just noticed a pattern in the strange men apparitions.
The first was the 25.09, the second seven days later the 02.10, the third six days later the 8.10, and the last five days later the 13.10.
Which means that their apparitions are following a set rhythm, each time a day earlier.
They'll be there tomorrow.
Tonight, I slept well.
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[1] Didn't think I would start writing a character so close from me xD. I suppose I should have expected that by writing an author. But not all of it is representing me… For example, I DID need to work for my exams… And I prefer escaping reality by playing and creating videogames ^^.
[2] I almost felt like cutting it here and just use it as a prologue for the arc. Felt like such a good end for hyping things up you know.
[3] Not only the case of the MC, also me.
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A/N: Again new writing style for this arc's story! A kind of style I've never tried before: a diary! For flashback reasons, dates won't be in a neat order.
..
..
[…]
31.12
I've never been a great author.
To say the truth, I just did it on my free time.
At first, it was just some tries on a file. After a few chapters, I just found the first unsightly and often gave up.
Giving up can resume my life [1].
I did music for a few years, then gave up.
I did try to study hard at a time, then gave up.
I started at least a few dozen different stories, then gave up.
But one day, I started publishing one of my work on internet.
Whether it was good or not, I didn't even try to know. Wouldn't others be more able to judge that than me?
That's what I thought.
I published my first chapter. A second followed up quickly after. And soon, I had all kind of ideas left to write.
I started having a regular rhythm. I kept totally neglected my studies. Well, it wasn't different from before, I always relied on my innate talent for studying to study less. But instead from escaping my life by consuming, I created too.
In a way, maybe I thought I would be able to escape reality. Escape the way the world was made.
But I was wrong.
Writing wasn't only about escaping reality.
This channel… They hold the key for it… Writing the world's script. [2]
[…]
25.09
For a fall beginning, the weather was particularly hot.
I went to buy a drink during the afternoon school break.
I wrote two chapters during the morning courses. I feel like my ability to listen to the courses and write at the same time improved… [3]
Today, on my way back home, I came across some strange black-clothed men. It reminds me of these novels where mysterious people and secret organizations are always in black too. As if their sneakiness wasn't obvious enough… I doubt anyone really wanting to be discreet use such methods. After all, there's much chances to be instead standing out in such attire.
[…]
02.10
I again saw then strange men. They were leaving the house just in front of mine.
[…]
8.10
When I left the high-school, I could feel a look on my back. When I turned around, they were at the entrance of the school, looking at the crowd leaving the school. But when I turned around to walk again, I still felt an invisible pressure on my back.
I arrive home two minutes earlier than usually. Maybe I walked faster.
[…]
13.10
When I went to the school this morning, I felt an unpleasant presence in my back.
It was the men.
So, they were following me.
I didn't see them the evening.
[…]
14.10
I couldn't sleep tonight. What if they broke into my house? There was no one home. I never knew my father and my mother works the night, so I rarely see her.
I feel like writing is emptying my mind, and every letter, whether typed or penned, is taking a weight off my mind.
I wrote five chapters this night.
[…]
16.10
It's been two nights I didn't sleep.
I just noticed a pattern in the strange men apparitions.
The first was the 25.09, the second seven days later the 02.10, the third six days later the 8.10, and the last five days later the 13.10.
Which means that their apparitions are following a set rhythm, each time a day earlier.
They'll be there tomorrow.
Tonight, I slept well.
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[1] Didn't think I would start writing a character so close from me xD. I suppose I should have expected that by writing an author. But not all of it is representing me… For example, I DID need to work for my exams… And I prefer escaping reality by playing and creating videogames ^^.
[2] I almost felt like cutting it here and just use it as a prologue for the arc. Felt like such a good end for hyping things up you know.
[3] Not only the case of the MC, also me.
A/N: Again new writing style for this arc's story! A kind of style I've never tried before: a diary! For flashback reasons, dates won't be in a neat order.....31.12I've never been a great author.To say the truth, I just did it on my free time.At first, it was just some tries on a file. After a few chapters, I just found the first unsightly and often gave up.Giving up can resume my life 1.I did music for a few years, then gave up.I did try to study hard at a time, then gave up.I started at least a few dozen different stories, then gave up.But one day, I started publishing one of my work on internet.Whether it was good or not, I didn't even try to know. Wouldn't others be more able to judge that than me?That's what I thought.I published my first chapter. A second followed up quickly after. And soon, I had all kind of ideas left to write.I started having a regular rhythm. I kept totally neglected my studies. Well, it wasn't different from before, I always relied on my innate talent for studying to study less. But instead from escaping my life by consuming, I created too.In a way, maybe I thought I would be able to escape reality. Escape the way the world was made.But I was wrong.Writing wasn't only about escaping reality.This channel They hold the key for it Writing the world's script. 225.09For a fall beginning, the weather was particularly hot.I went to buy a drink during the afternoon school break.I wrote two chapters during the morning courses. I feel like my ability to listen to the courses and write at the same time improved 3Today, on my way back home, I came across some strange black-clothed men. It reminds me of these novels where mysterious people and secret organizations are always in black too. As if their sneakiness wasn't obvious enough I doubt anyone really wanting to be discreet use such methods. After all, there's much chances to be instead standing out in such attire.02.10I again saw then strange men. They were leaving the house just in front of mine.8.10When I left the high-school, I could feel a look on my back. When I turned around, they were at the entrance of the school, looking at the crowd leaving the school. But when I turned around to walk again, I still felt an invisible pressure on my back.I arrive home two minutes earlier than usually. Maybe I walked faster.13.10When I went to the school this morning, I felt an unpleasant presence in my back.It was the men.So, they were following me.I didn't see them the evening.14.10I couldn't sleep tonight. What if they broke into my house? There was no one home. I never knew my father and my mother works the night, so I rarely see her.I feel like writing is emptying my mind, and every letter, whether typed or penned, is taking a weight off my mind.I wrote five chapters this night.16.10It's been two nights I didn't sleep.I just noticed a pattern in the strange men apparitions.The first was the 25.09, the second seven days later the 02.10, the third six days later the 8.10, and the last five days later the 13.10.Which means that their apparitions are following a set rhythm, each time a day earlier.They'll be there tomorrow.Tonight, I slept well.......1 Didn't think I would start writing a character so close from me xD. I suppose I should have expected that by writing an author. But not all of it is representing me For example, I DID need to work for my exams And I prefer escaping reality by playing and creating videogames ^^.2 I almost felt like cutting it here and just use it as a prologue for the arc. Felt like such a good end for hyping things up you know.3 Not only the case of the MC, also me.
