M'kay, so, I'm thinking of writing a book. It's about a kid who moves away for the first time, has an accident, and then ends up being saved by ghosts.
This is a draft of the section where the kid ends up being saved by ghosts. This is just a first draft mind, so I'm sorry if there's any grammatical errors or anything. Comments and feedback are welcome.
Suddenly, you're falling. You didn't even see the hole as you were walking, of course you'd fall in. The wind rushes through your already messy hair as you keep plummeting down. You guess that's what the graffiti on the boards outside the woods was about. How were you supposed to know there was actually a giant pit in the woods? You've only just moved here. You try to look down, to see how much further you have left to fall, but moving your head just makes your glasses fly off of your head. Great, now you're plummeting to your final demise and you can't even see. You curl up into a ball, hugging your knees to your chest and closing your eyes. You guess this is how it happens.
But then… everything goes cold. The wind that was going so fast that seemed to thunder into your skull slows. Somehow, your descent seems to be slowing too. Why is it so cold? You're in the middle of a heatwave. You don't open your eyes, you hug your knees even closer to your chest and shiver as you seemingly float further down into the pit. It's so cold. You can't think about anything else, just how cold you've become.
Eventually, you land on something soft. You feel something nudge you. Not physically, it's as if some kind of entity is gently poking your mind with concern. Slowly, you open your eyes.
You don't know what you were expecting to see, but it certainly wasn't this. Everything just looks white. It's probably just because your glasses fell off. You really hope they're not damaged. Sure, Specsavers does repairs for free, but that means having to wear your old ones for a couple of weeks and your old ones give you migraines. You close your eyes and rub at your face before opening them again, blinking a couple of times and trying to focus. Your still so cold though. You feel a nudge, a physical one this time. A thin bit of metal gently pressing against your hand. You grab onto it instinctively, and quickly figure out that it's your glasses. You put them on, instantly relieved that they're not broken. When you look up and blink a couple of times, you see black dots floating in groups of three amid a sea of white.
