adrielle

I posted this on twitter, but I'll elaborate on this more since GFOS is being published here.

What's new?

I have not been regularly/consistently been uploading anything new about The Girl From Outer Space in a couple of months or weeks. This is because college is ramping up again and my alarmingly declining mental health.

What does it mean for GFOS?

GFOS will continue to be written and uploaded onto here albeit at a drastically slow rate. This is to make sure all the chapters are written more carefully and delivered to you all while I am able to focus more on my life and what my responsibilities towards my education and taking care of myself. All of my other projects have been placed on indefinite hiatus until I am able to strike a balance.

Final Thoughts

Good evening! Hope you all have been well!

Recently, classes had started up again on Tuesday so writing on GFOS will be drastically slowed, though nonetheless I will continue writing on chapter 3.

I also have released a short story last night, nothing GFOS related, i just wanted to see if I still write well and just wanted to get something out. It's called The Letter. You can check it out here!

Day Out is still being worked on and a new short story might be in the works, though I need to brainstorm it. I wont say anything else about it until I release Day Out.

Other than that, I will continue to write on Chapter 3. The story is still going!

A single piece of paper never felt so heavy in my hands. It felt like it was burning a hole in my pocket, standing out more than the common items I take with me.

I’ve been stuck here for what felt like eternity. The LED lights of the sleazy clubs flicker as the heavy rain pours onto the streets. As if Zeus made the earth feel his wrath. My phone vibrates in the pocket of my sweater, probably from mom. Telling me that it’s late and to come back home. I don’t care, the only concern was this paper resting within my grasp. This damn letter.

Dear Sophia,

How have you been? I know it’s been a minute. I know what happened was unexpected. I know what you may have thought, might have occurred, but trust me on this; it was all a lie.

Do you remember where we used to hangout? Where we first met? Where everything blossomed? I’m sure you know what I mean.

I missed you terribly, I’m sorry for how it all went down. You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. You know me. At least, I hope you do.

I promise I’ll explain everything to you. In great detail. As thorough as possible. And maybe, we could continue where we left off. As if nothing ever happened. As much as we can.

Forever Yours, Lila

A year since then. Right on the money. Exactly when I saw the life of someone so dear to me was taken in a snap of a finger. And in that decrepit town no less. Tragic would be an understatement. The memories don't make it better. Doesn’t calm the tremor of my hands.

I want to believe, despite the circumstances. It could be her, it could be. Or maybe it must be the repercussions. My consequences. Whatever that took her from me coming back to finish what it started.

I look up to find myself at an unlit trail. A path across nature into a dark abyss. Being preoccupied tends to cloud your memory. I don’t remember the indents of my shoes creating a makeshift footpath on the muddy ground.

But there it is, a single step for me to descend towards.