~Nameless~(<That is the title!)

[Emotionless]

I'm REALLY sorry fans, I wish I could get out another chapter, but I'm trying to get a bunch of stuff done around the house after my grandparents came for Father's day.

Also,I'll hopefully be more productive because of the character auditions page,because I'm working on chapter eight and need characters. Hopefully I'll start to release on a weekly basis,since I'm trying to finish a novel in a month. A novel is 50,000 words,and currently what I have done is about 2500 words. A long way to go still,but hopefully I'll complete it.

Anyways for those of you who don't want to read the above:

I have been busy. I want to finish this book by the end of the month.

I'm really sorry everyone,I'll try to get up the latest chapter soon.

[Rebel Faery]

W O W . . .
I came here to judge for my contest and was completely blown away. If you are collecting a fan list, fan me! Write more!

[Emotionless]

I was planning on adding a fan list, I was deciding whether to post a new chapter or not last night on my iPod, but decided it would be hard with a computer.

I'll start collecting names for anyone who wants to be fan'd (< hee hee,love that word), so just say if you're a fan!

[Emotionless]

Wow,I just realized how much I want to add to here!

Here's the latest chapter-

(Five)
I nearly scream. Wildly leaping and spinning around, I wave my foot in the air. I want the tile OFF. NOW.


I take a deep breath in, and a deep breath out. Slowly and gingerly, I peel off the tile. I hold the tile like it’s toxic. Which to me, it is.


Really, I don’t think I mind blood. But that just make me freak out a little bit. Seeing something like blood in this polished center. It makes me shiver, but I just can’t put my finger on it why it’s so creepy to me.


I awkwardly shove the tile back into its small niche in the floor. It sits there, crookedly, like a reminder of what’s underneath it. I walk away, trying not to look at it. But my eyes seen to wander back to the tile, and I feel like it’s going to get up and walk over to me.


I have to stop obsessing about it. It’s only a tile, I tell my nervous mind, It’s only a tile. But my mind retaliates. It’s not just a tile! It tells me. It’s a tile. With BLOOD underneath it.


Sheesh. Trying to keep thoughts out of your head is really hard. I sigh, and try to avoid the tile for what seems to be two hours. As soon as I see the tile in this maze of a room, I skitter away, nervous and all these other crazy emotions. I peer nervously around the corner, and walk away. Great! Now I’m scared of a tile, and can’t find my way out of this maze!


I roll my eyes, and try to get as many paths figured out as I can. I try as many things as I can to make attempts to figure my way out of this mixed up maze. Ripping fabric from my jumpsuit doesn’t seem to work. It’s pointless; I’m clawing at tough fabric every couple of minutes or so. Neither does ripping hair from my head. It hurts too much, and wispy strands don’t really hold up well and show against a wall or tile.


I’m not starting to tire, but I think I’ve been in this maze for at least two hours. I try as many paths as I can, but this strategy proves to be somewhat pointless.


I roam around for hours, or maybe just minutes that feel like hours, trying to work out a logical system of getting out. Nothing seems to work, which frustrates me, making me irritable and irrational. There HAS to be a way out of here. I need to start to play around with more logic. Maybe it follows a pattern, like at every left turn, it creates a pattern or something. I’ve been in here too long for a pattern not to become clear.


I’m getting sick of the repetitive white washed walls, gleaming teasingly at me. I just hope I can find my way out.


Other thoughts strike though my mind, the one taking the most thought process being,”Why do I want to get out of this maze?” Well, it’s pointless to wander around like this, but what if there’s something worse beyond this torturous maze?