Independent Novel

Sweet Wishes My Darling

Author's Note: In this piece, Adrian has just found a man breaking into his home. The man is on drugs, and when he sees Adrian, he thinks that he will kill him if he doesn't give him what he wants. But Adrian doesn't want to kill him. But he has the break in on camera, and he threatens to take it to the police. The man offers him drugs, money; but Adrian doesn't want them. But when the man offers him his daughter, it might be his only chance to break the curse.

I did everything that I could to make Linda feel at home. I had watched her in my mirror. I examined her likes and dislikes, buying flowers, decorating, and buying tons and tons of books. In my time that I had spent in this jail cell of a home, I had read books like "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" and "The Phantom of the Opera". Books that I could relate to. I knew that if Linda could get over my hideousness, that at least we could have one thing in common.
The day before she came, I finished her rooms. I slept, for the first time in forever, pleasantly. As I dreamed of breaking the curse.

The next day didn't go as expected. It was better, in saying that she actually came. I didn't think that she would come, but once her father left, Will showed her to her rooms, and she shut herself up in one and didn't come out for 3 days. One night though, after total uncomfortable silence, I heard her in the kitchen. I was on the couch across from her watching TV. It was dark, I told her softly that I was here. She jumped, and I cowered. Worrying that she might see my face in the little light that there was coming from the television. She did, in fact, see my face; but it wasn't what I thought that it would be. She didn't scream, she didn't cry. She just looked away. I didn't want her to feel pity on me, so for the next few days after that I made small conversation with her, so that it would seem normal. I remembered her from that night at the dance. I had given her the white rose that Sloane didn't want. At the time I didn't think anything of it. But I knew that she did. Girls get worked up over such dumb things. but from that night on, I realized that it is the little things that count.
One night there was a storm, and it woke both of us up. We had been studying together ever since she saw my face. We mostly learned about Shakespeare. Our first poem together was about the truth.

O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour, which doth in it live.
Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly
When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade;
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall vade, my verse distills your truth.

That was when it clicked. During that night, during the storm. She fell asleep on my shoulder while we watched "The Princess Bride". I carried her upstairs, and as I got to her room, she awoke. I told her to trust me, I wouldn't hurt her or drop her. And when she fell back asleep, I knew she trusted me. Maybe she was the one. And as I lay her on her soft bed, whispering,Sweet Wishes My Darling.


To Break a Curse

Author's Note: In this piece, I wanted to show the reader how longing and alone Adrian King [The main character in my book, AKA Kyle Kingsbury] really is in my book. This is a very hard time for him, and he has changed a lot since his transformation. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. He loves, and cares. If he can find someone to love him, and for him to love; he can break the curse (and give his best friends [Will and Magda]what they desire the most. Will; his sight. And Magda; to see her family again.

To Break a Curse
A mighty feat
A daring path
My goal to meet

To Break a Curse
To find a way
To mend my heart
Make the pain go away.

To Break a Curse
Cannot be done?
Not true
Though may be for some.

To Break My Curse
To find true love
And then, just then
The beast will be done.




Beastly

Author's Note: In this piece, I wanted the reader to know the perspective of the main character in my book. And just to let them know what is going on. Mostly displaying feelings and concerns for himself.

My inner evil and disgust shown in physical appearance. It is almost too much to bear. What would people think. Even my father can't stand to look at me. Why else would he send me away, to another town. Another house. Another life. I have been questioning this for some time now. But once my father went to the lengths to get me a blind tutor; I knew. I knew what my father really thought of me. So if he couldn't even look at me...who could?