http://slow.writerscafe.org/Nooglepop13 The original writings of author Nooglepop13 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070268 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is something that comes before the rest of the novel, and is set before the rest of the novel. It is written in third person, unlike most of the other chapters. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nooglepop13/1875197/ Chapter 12Perhaps it is the guttural moaning of the wind at the windows thatwake me, the deadly screeching as the sky bleeds bullets of rain and gusts tear through the open blinds. Perhaps. But that isn’t all. It is an intense,overwhelming sense of dread that shocks me from sleep, curl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nooglepop13/1856980/  Chapter 9I buy it but don’t use it. It takes a five minuterelationship with a bin to make that decision, before I finally find a spot onthe side of the pavement to sit and hide. If you curl yourself up small enough,people stop noticing you. They stop looking, and you become par.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nooglepop13/1856974/ Chapter 7I embrace the toilet, let my head rest on its porcelainbase, so all I can see is white blankness. I keep my breathing shallow, delicatelybalanced over the waves of nausea, and focus on calming myself down, pullingmyself together for Lily and Jess. There’s a hundred reasons w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nooglepop13/1856962/ Chapter 3I started off with scraps of paper, writing fragments ofletters I’ll never send. Then the ink in my pen ran out, and I had to satisfymyself with a million ‘To Hannah’s traced on the carpet.To Hannah…To Hannah…To Hannah…I close m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nooglepop13/1856957/ Chapter 2I wake up alone, in a pale room that dances with silveredautumnal sunlight. Jess is sat at the foot of the bed, and the cotton bedlinenfeels heavy on my feet, hot and intrusive. I squirm and wriggle to shove thecovers off me, but she places a hand on the thick duvet, holds it firm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nooglepop13/1856956/ Chapter 1I stare out of the window. Past the camel’s hump of the couchside and the frosted slat of glass, Autumn is burning itself out, a frenziedinferno of gnarled oaks and drab, greyscale skies. The leaves, russet and ochrein colour, have gathered into clusters and puddles; the air.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nooglepop13/1856944/ A suspense/ literary style book. There will also be some chapters here that are not part of the story but include the same characters at different ages. Looking for constructive criticism. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nooglepop13/1856941/