Nobela ni Neo Furby-Yorke

3 days later....I don't think I've felt this hungry in a while, I guess starving to death would be a terrible way to die in the grand scheme of things.I keep thinking that I dreamt of being transported here, but I have been here for a few days now at least, and every time I wake up, I'm still in this strange land.When I tried to get help, like asking where I am, the year, or even for some food; they yelled at me, chased me away, threw stuff at me, or tried to hurt me; some succeeded, but I gave as good as I got back in return.I was able to get some water from a fountain at least at a local park, however that's not going to sustain me for very long. I am by no means a survivalist, but I don't know what I can eat plant-wise in this strange place that isn't poisonous, and I don't think I should risk it.I was hoping for a split second that people would be nicer to me here, however that's clearly not gonna be the case, I guess I'm just destined to suffer my entire life no matter wher

Sixteen, that's how old I am, I still have to wait until I turn 21, before I can move out of my dad's house.Some people have a loving family home, however mine will, and never will be, a happy home.I don't know when things turned sour between me and my dad, or why he seems to loathe me to this extent. I think it's partly due to the fact that my mum left us when I was 8 years old, I barely remember her face since its been so long ago that I have seen her.I sometimes wonder where she is now, what she smells like, what she's doing, and who she's doing it with, and why she left me here with him!Maybe she never loved me, or she thought that I would turn out like my father, I don't know what the reason is, and I don't care, she abandoned me, left me behind with my dad!My father turned out to be untouchable by the law, he could practically get away with murder, after all he gets away with hurting me often enough.I can hear him downstairs now, which means I need to get up soon, or he'l

Darkness. It surrounds us. It envelops us. It's a part of us, a part of who we are. We see it as the sun sets beneath the horizon, its dark shroud always following us at every turn, light is the only way to escape it. The darkness pulses with energy, as though almost alive in nature. The dark always whispers, telling us stories, feeding you it's evil, breathing new life into the twilight shadows. It's another rainy night in Padgate again, a quaint little village found in the town of Warrington, England. A fog sweeps through forming wispy white silhouettes throughout my surroundings. I can't make out much light from the dim artificial lampposts dotted here and there where I'm walking with an ache within my chest. I stroll aimlessly along in the darkened shadows, feeling lonely and empty, fear creeping along my nerves, I have no where to go, no destination in mind, just trying to keep myself warm on this cold, wet astronomical twilight. The frigid icicles spill down onto me, dampen