"The Heir's Downfall", 21st chapter of my novel. The ink of my pen almost empty both because of my assignments and this book.
Having sleepless nights ever since I began writing, I had to expand my vocabulary just for this novel. I want to be just like my idol, an outstanding and admirable author.
sigh "chapter 21 is done, I should check father if he's alright"
"Father? Have you eaten your dinner?" I spoke as I stepped into my father's room.
My hand closing the door as I approach my father who has been there for me ever since I was born.
All I could hear from my father is his groans and suffering but I know well that he is trying to be grateful
A wide smile was visible from my face when I felt my father's weak shaky hand on my cheek, it felt so comforting.
"Don't worry, father. I will do anything to see you finally walking and as healthy as ever!"
Cheerful and confident, that's what father likes.
I stood up and grabbed the plate with few leftovers beside my father's bed, the wooden floor creaks as my feet stepped on them
After moving the food from the plate into a bowl, I fed the stray dog that always comes to our house with the left overs in the bowl.
The stray dog enjoyed the meal and it was enough to make my problems slightly fade.
"If only I lived a normal life like the others my age...maybe I could.."
I immediately stopped my idea, knowing that it is not worth it.
I walked back into my room filled with thoughts and ideas in my mind for the next chapter for my novel
My hand gripped the pen and began writing until the ink inside faded.
After my pen emptied, I decided to go to bed and sleep. I forgot to close the window in my room.
A floating violet blob shaped like a cloud with limbs peeked in side the room, his eyes pierced through the soul of the sleeping boy
The opened book on the table next to the window caught it's attention, it flew towards the book and landed Infront of it
It's hand tried to touch the pages but there was an excellent resistance force from the book
"That's impossible!" It spoke in a terrified voice, multiple tries didn't work and it was filled with frustration
The blob was so proud of itself and felt humiliated that it couldn't even touch an old simple book
It thought that it was also impossible that a young boy owns a book with such force.
Feeling so overwhelmed, it had to leave but won't keep what happened as a secret.