Good Girl
That book is like an old scar. Whoever touch it will stir up my darkest fear.
——by An-mei
Intro
“An-mei! Buy a pouch of salt for me. We have used up all the salts.” Mom is waving her cooking shovel and say. I put the AMC practice book down immediately, got my coat from the bed and respond to her, “Ok mom, I will come back soon!”
I ride the bike beneath our house. Out of the alley, I can see the olds are sitting on the campstool under the old banyan tree, talking about their kids. When I pass them, I great to the olds, “Good morning!”
And the old answered with joy, “Good morning, An-mei.” “What a nice girl!”
I was seventeen, the age of agitation, but I was famous for the most obedient girl in this alley. The other kids in my age are all experiencing adolescence, they run away from home; they brawl with peers, with teachers, and even with their parents; they drunk and dance frenzied. But I never refuse my mother. Whenever she let me do something, I will do it without hesitation. Other parents admire that my mom can have such a good girl. But they don’t know, why I became like this. That is the book, the ominous predict, and the event that can never forget.

第一次写文，请大家多多支持
嗯，这是一篇微型小说，番外什么的还没想好

Part 1
That seemed like a long time ago when I was ten. On that time, like many other kids, I was full of dream and courage for exploring this world. But my mother always told me that the world is full of changes. For adults, the changes were the opportunity and challenges. But for me, the changes were the danger. She opened the old oily book with a Chinese name “Zhou Yi” on the cover, divining someone’s future. She looked through the window and her eyesight fell onto a stranger. “Look at that guys, his face is emitting the black fog, and it symbolized the illness and death.” Mom said seriously, but I saw nothing. Then she told me that she could predict someone’s future, not only by the book but also by her eyes of Yin-Yang which could see someone’s health condition easily.
Although she said that she could successfully divine the catastrophe, I didn’t believe a word of her. In my opinion, her prediction was just a coincidence. I cannot believe and cannot be able to believe that the prophecy is true and exist.
One day, the daily divination time, mom opened her beloved book. The bird stopped singing, the wind stopped blowing, and her waving-chair stopped moving. Everything seemed quiet, only the steam was rising over the tea. Suddenly, mom broke the silence, “Do not go out and ride your bike today.”
“Why not!” I protested with a little bit of anger. Mom wanted to restrict me again.
“Because then I cannot see you and protect your safety.”
“How do you know that I will be in danger? I am already grown up, and I do not need to restrict by your ridiculous book.”
“No! It is the book of changes, the most complicated and sacred book for our Chinese to learn in hundreds of years.”
“What are they, then?” I taunt, “Tell me the changes, how can it change MY fate?”
Mom got a sip of tea, then kept silent.
I knew it was a mistake to say anything more, but I heard my voice speaking. “Why do you always want to control me by this stupid book? The changes are made by me, not control by THIS book. And you can’t tell me because you don’t know! You don't know anything. You are a liar!” And then I ran outside, jumped on my bicycle, and in a hurry to get away. I need to join my friend’s birthday party at 11 am, so I sped up. But what I don’t see is that behind me, behind the window, is mom murmured with vacant-looking eyes, “No, I failed. None of us can change your fate. No one can avoid the coming of catastrophe.” On the page of the book, the pencil marked two words, "ill omen".

Part 2
I raced down the street, dashing between people. I heard a voice screamed shrilly, “Mei-mei! Mei-mei!!” I passed the market and the groups of women with bags of groceries, into the main road near the river. I saw my friend’s department on the right side. Suddenly, a heavy truck struck straight to me. It was so hurt to experience a collision, especially with the heavy truck. My bicycle was stopped by the truck, but I flew to the river. It was too hurt to keep the awareness, and the water was kept on gushing into my mouse and my nose. I tried hard to close my mouse and hold my breath. I could hear my mom crying, yelling my name, the ambulance sirens. Before I lost my conscious, I still thought that it was incredulous that mom can cry. Mom never cries. Mom was always calm and unconcerned……
After a long time of darkness, I heard a voice cried, “Please, save her!” Then I fell to the dark again. Now I knew that it must be my mom, although she never cried before. I started to worry about her, so I tried hard to open my eyes and nearly used up all my strength. Finally, I saw the white ceiling and smelled the disinfectant. I turned my head around and saw my mom, weary, dreary, and hoary. She is sleeping. I never saw my mom act like this before.
From that time, mom never read the Zhou Yi again. The book wedged under a too-short table leg. Both of us pretend that the book isn’t there and the event did not happen. I become taciturn. But dramatically, mom said that I am grown up.
Until now I still don’t know that why I become such a good girl. Is my mom? No, I am grown up, so I won’t revolt or afraid her. Is that event? No, it is over. I keep on finding the truly reason. But slowly, I give up. Then, I become the most obedient good girl in this street.

好的，完结了「撒花」「撒花」
希望能有大佬来指教

你真是个人才

你好，想找英文小说帖子来看，就点进你的了，我最近也打算写一部小说但是我觉得想表达的东西太多了连开头也无法写好。我想问问你你写这篇你非常确定的想表达的东西是什么。然后你觉得在这个过程里什么最困难。

好久没上吧了，感叹一下居然有人会来我这个帖子。

唔，接下来，将是另一篇不明所以的超超超超超超～～～～～～～～～短
篇小说

Music borns on conventional life, but she creates it in her home.
Once in a while, she had a plan: creating some lines of music that start on D major. Sitting down and opening the worn-out piano, she had a long time not tune the piano. But that doesn't matter, cause she needs to start now. "Re...so...la..." Piano spread out those intermittent sounds. She followed it, repeated the music note again and again. The sunlight passed through the cracks of the wall, illuminating the shattered glass everywhere, reflect and stay right on her blurry paled face.
Somebody knock the door, break up the harmonious. The voice outside spoke in a pleasant. "Look at my invitation from the musical department of the nearby college, Do you want to come?” It seemed like an invitation, but continue with a sneering,” Oh, I’m sorry. I forget you are afraid of the outside world. How ridiculous is a composer scared by the world in which all her creation comes from! ” The laughing voice goes farther and smaller, then disappear.
The silence seemed even gloomy, even the sunshine could not warm the house.

Suddenly, the familiar melody came out of her mouth. Not far away from her, a group photo of her friend and her stands on the desk. The smiles of her face are blurred and seem like been rubbed a lot of times. She calmly looked into the eyes of the smile, then ruthlessly glare at this familiar face, but end up with an anguished expression. How enviable she is of the person who she used to be! She narrowed the pupil as she saw her face reflected on the small fragment of the mirror. She flung that shard to the corner in anger. The fragment breaks up into smaller pieces, and her ugly face revealed on every small piece, clearly showed a long livid scar across her cheek.
She paralyzed on to the piano stool and abandoned the music creation. "Yes, your guessing is correct! Come in now, and taunt at the failure one who is still hopelessly struggled." She closed her eyes, waited in a crouching position, and hugged her knees tightly. The heart was still pulsing, but she felt like sinking into the ice.
Abruptly, a heat source got closer and hugged her. He held her so tight that she could even feel the breath from his mouth and his sweat over her shoulder. She didn't notice anything till she heard the strange sound of sobbing. She looked back. She found out that his shoulders were shrinking. She was at a loss. She didn't understand why, why he cried for her a few minutes after he sneered at her. After a long peaceful time, she looked up, to his eyes, to the boy who gave her a place where everything will be fine.

然后就没啦

这样好了，再更两篇短的，自产自销然后自己拿来欣赏其实也挺不错的。

先来一篇感伤的（删除）搞笑的（删除）被评为“你认真的吗？”并且超短文Tomb of Mary Sue