Nanelle

Author's note: I recommend reading this story with this melody playing in the background - "Game of Thrones Music & Ambience  |  Winterfell Snowfall at Dusk" As I was writing, I was listening to this melody the whole time, so I believe this story would be best experienced with that melody playing.  Thank you!       The music was playing. But this music wasn't like any other, this music couldn't be heard by most people in the room. The melody that was playing was inside of my heart, making my heart race like crazy. Then, there was a smell; the scent of freshness, sadness, and love overwhelmed my body. I've never felt anything like it, it was a scent of unfamiliar grief. Cold air swept through my lungs and itched every cell of my flesh.  I wasn't sure if that feeling was caused by the cold air or the darkness that couldn't leave my body; not yet.      The cold wave wasn't there for long, because the warmth of nature soon came along. The beams of

Try and Fail. Try and Fail. Try and Fail.    TRY AND SUCCEED              Your first story doesn't have to be failure, there is now written rule that with your first try it won't be good - BUT! And that is a big but, with every next try you will be better, your writing will be better, so keep going and never stop writing.    The following story is the first story I have ever wrote (beside essays for school). I was sixteen years old at the time. Enjoy! 🤗 12.05.2017.     Hi, this is the book. Yes, it's me, fat, old and frayed covers full of white and rough paper, but, also full of wisdom. I'm standing on the shelf, tottering and dusty shelf. Any minute now I fearing that I am going to fall, but I'm holding up. My friend is helping me not to fall. Yes, my friend is a nail, a gray, metal and rusty nail. But he doesn't talk a lot. I'm lonely. Why not hang out with other books? I think they don't like me. They keep looking askance at me. I