Original post: https://forum.unity3d.com/threads/the-doll-movement-wip.433766/#post-2914661
Monday, January 9, 2017
Entry #9
Book Update
I have recently finished writing The Doll Movement: Lighting the Way. If you would like to read the book, you can find it on Wattpad. I update the book every Friday at around 3:00 pm MT. For those of you who have never heard of it, this book explains the missing pieces of the lore from the game series. It does repeat some things from the series, but they're from a different perspective.
I will set up a poll right now to ask you guys a few things. They are as follows:
Should I self publish my book? If not, which publisher would most likely not cause any issues?
What is a good price range for a book that spans 61 pages of content on Letter paper?
Poll (really a survey): https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/VDPNS3D
Thanks for your help!
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Wednesday, January 4, 2017
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
Tuesday, December 13, 2016
How is the book?
I've been publishing new parts of The Doll Movement: Lighting the Way on Wattpad, and I want to know something; what do you guys think of it so far? What would you improve in general? What parts stood out to you as something important? What questions do you have about the story? What questions do you want to ask me in general, even?
If you guys are wondering, I do have an upload schedule now, and it is as follows:
1 chapter every Friday at 3:00 pm (15:00). If it's late, then it will go up at 3:20 pm (15:20).
Please either comment on this post (if I remember to enable comments) or directly email me.
If you guys are wondering, I do have an upload schedule now, and it is as follows:
1 chapter every Friday at 3:00 pm (15:00). If it's late, then it will go up at 3:20 pm (15:20).
Please either comment on this post (if I remember to enable comments) or directly email me.
Sunday, June 12, 2016
Teaser 1
“Hey,” a woman said. “What’s wrong?”
I just sat there, head in my lap, the same as when she walked up to me.
“My name is Olivia,” she began. “I’m here if you need to talk to me.”
I stayed silent. I needed time to process what had just happened.
“Did you lose someone?” she whispered in my ear.
I remained silent, even though I wanted to just look at her and let her comfort me with her sweet, tender voice.
“Are you Adam Callcott?”
I jumped as she finished saying my name. As I backed away, I turned my eyes to look at her. But she was covered in the blanket of night.
“Don’t worry, Adam,” she said comfortingly, as if she had gone through what I had to deal with. “I lost a lover, too. I know how it feels. I lost mine the day after you lost yours. And to the same problem, too.”
How does she know that she died? I thought to myself. She leaned forward to hug me, to make sure that I was alright, to make sure that I wasn’t dead.
Some time passed before another thought entered my head that burst into speech.
“How do you know that she was murdered by that thing?”
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
THE DOLL MOVEMENT
“How did the song go again?” Celeste asked.
The sun was beginning to peak in the sky. Warmth pulsed through my body as I relaxed under the shade of a tree behind us. Our bed was the grass below us as we gazed at the clouds. Flower petals danced in the air in front of us, as if they were at a party full of laughter and life. Whispering from the wind was above us.
“I can’t even remember what the song sounded like,” I admitted. “All I know is that my dad taught me it. Didn’t it start with ‘Mama?’”
“I think so. I don’t even remember how you could sing that song so well!”
“It might be in the family.”
“I can still remember when you first performed that song in front of the entire school.”
“Don’t bring that up,” I said teasingly.
“I guess that our journey has just drained our brains of any function.”
“What about your parents? Do they still remember you?”
All fell silent. Nature was holding its breath, as if it just realized that she had come back from death.
The wind began to whistle again.
Then the leaves continued gossiping.
Then the dancing flowers resumed.
She looked at me earnestly.
“I don’t know, John,” she said, tears welling in her eyes. “I haven’t seen them since I came back with you. I can’t even sense their presence in this world.”
She burst into tears and collapsed on my lap. All I could do to help her was to just caress her head. To just pull her up to give her a hug. To just lie down and sob with her.
To remember that this isn’t over yet.
The sun was beginning to peak in the sky. Warmth pulsed through my body as I relaxed under the shade of a tree behind us. Our bed was the grass below us as we gazed at the clouds. Flower petals danced in the air in front of us, as if they were at a party full of laughter and life. Whispering from the wind was above us.
“I can’t even remember what the song sounded like,” I admitted. “All I know is that my dad taught me it. Didn’t it start with ‘Mama?’”
“I think so. I don’t even remember how you could sing that song so well!”
“It might be in the family.”
“I can still remember when you first performed that song in front of the entire school.”
“Don’t bring that up,” I said teasingly.
“I guess that our journey has just drained our brains of any function.”
“What about your parents? Do they still remember you?”
All fell silent. Nature was holding its breath, as if it just realized that she had come back from death.
The wind began to whistle again.
Then the leaves continued gossiping.
Then the dancing flowers resumed.
She looked at me earnestly.
“I don’t know, John,” she said, tears welling in her eyes. “I haven’t seen them since I came back with you. I can’t even sense their presence in this world.”
She burst into tears and collapsed on my lap. All I could do to help her was to just caress her head. To just pull her up to give her a hug. To just lie down and sob with her.
To remember that this isn’t over yet.
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