Bella

This is just something I wrote in my free time and I would like whoever reads this to give me honest opinions OK? Please.

Bella: Why am I covered in feathers?

I was so tired.
It was Dartmouth's spring break, and Edward and I had returned to his house.
I immediately crashed on his golden 床, 床上 in his room. There had been so much cramming for tests and everything; college was much 更多 difficult than highschool.
Edward still hadn't changed me, despite his promise. He claimed he couldn't saturate his thirst enough near the Dartmouth campus, and he wouldn't leave me alone to go hunting. He wanted...

I tapped my pen to the pad of paper on my 台, 办公桌 at a slower – but stronger – than human pace. My eyes focused on the lines, each one so clear, so vibrant. The acidic smell of ink from the pen poured into my nostrils, flooding them with solvents, pigments, dyes, resins, lubricants… and whatever else ink was made from. Chemicals.

I wanted to write a book. Not a book that would go on to be published; just a book. A fictional story with fictional characters who I controlled. I didn’t know what I wanted the book to be about, exactly. I also didn’t know where to begin. I just knew I wanted...