lloyd teached me how to walk on nothing, which was the only way for us to get to the moon. when i first landed my foot on nothing, a numb pain shot through my leg. it hurts and tickles at the same time. lloyd calls this place the universe.
this is a project by amir norman. this is the place where i dump my ideas and scraps for the books that i plan to do someday. so yeah i'll start with minor information about the characters, setting, and through time maybe i'll change their names, add some new stuff to their background, etc.
the series is called Making Time and it centers around stories in different settings, but they're linked to each other in a way. instead of sequels i will do prequels and more prequels until the original source of the main subject of the series is discovered by the reader.
the ending for all the main characters from all the stories are basically similar. but their future is not important, the past is. and thats the thing that everyone has to focus on. im doing something that i wished i could do. tracing back my footsteps in the river which is time :p
there are three planned books so far
The Icarus' Journal
the icarus' journal revolves around a strange airship, icarus, built by the great lupin. his grandson, elliot finds his secret study in the walls of icarus, revealing that he is one of lupin's mechanical works. shortly afterwards, lupin disappears and the four thousand and five passengers of icarus panic while elliot follows a trail of clues leading to the disturbing secret about whats keeping icarus in the sky.
Gardens of Eloise
Sherri, a girl traumatized by the sudden disappearance of a friend, has just discovered that the stars seem to correspond with her right palm. they move when she moves. little does the know that the stars aren't exactly stars.
Sender
humans still live after the apocalypse, due to an unknown event. without judgement day, souls can't enter heaven or hell. now humans don't have a reason to live, and something helps them look for a new paradise.
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