Dirección Novel Novels & Stories

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

"It's not a novel. Real life doesn't have a narrative arc." "It has a direction," Dante said. "Toward what?" Elian said. "Toward the things we're building," Dante said. "The foundation. The architecture. Every node in the surviving network that falls is a direction." He paused. "Not a story arc. A trajectory." Elian held the word. "A trajectory," he said. "Yes. That's better." He looked at the window. "The second novel has a trajectory. Not an arc — a direction. The character moves toward — "

“Such a pleasant scene, an endearing desire, but still, it is all up to me.” Having fun and much more than HE ever had from the other books and worlds. HE snaps HIS fingers as HE whispers. "Well, now it's time to meet the primary direction of my mapping game.” With the letters were written unto the air using blood as its ink, the four primary directions are written, with the arrow that’s pointing not towards the north, but unto the corner of the south where the dread is brewing and HIS very smile turns into a cunning one, as HE speaks. “Now, which path should the daughter of hell be taking?”

“Noted…” Silence… everywhere silence. Only the rain could be heard. Tucos couldn’t believe that such silence could exist. It was relaxing. This place was different, then the tea house, he had back home. He looked in every direction, trying to find out what was different. The orientation was different. It looked to the north. A fox entered wearing a long coat. He had a distracted look on his face. “Look at him,” said Wolfgang. “Something is wrong with him.”

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