Blackberry, raspberry|✓

q&a part 2!!

I have questions of my own so heh

Why is it called blackberry raspberry if the blackberry raspberry isn't much of a significant?

Well the thing is I wanted the title to be deep. But I couldn't really think of a title. So I was asking my tablemate "What title can you think of?" (I didn't tell her the plot) and she said blackberry raspberry. So the thing is, the title isn't significant to the story.

Why is cole sprouse there??

Eh. I was trying to look for an aesthetic picture and out he popped so there you have it

Why is it so short . _.

Technically it's a short story. And I want to make it short and sweet

Why tf did she die

Not everyone gets their happy ending

Will there be a sequel?????

Definitely! Once this book reaches 1k, I will either make a spin off or sequel!

Where did you get the inspiration of this book from?

The thing is, I was doing my poetry analysis when I thought of this. This book is actually loosely based on the poem. Here it is:

Trees, trees, trees
Branches, sticks, leaves
Whipping, gashing, slashing at my arms
I can't get away no matter how fast I run

Tripping, falling, crawling on the floor
Ragged cuts, tattered clothes, jagged breathing as I start to slow
My eyes are heavy, my vision blurred
Distant images start to stir

He's right behind me, he's catching up
I have to keep moving, but my legs have had enough
Getting dizzy, about to pass out, a distant figure starts to stand out
A distant scream, a whispered plea, I can't believe it came from me

Pulse is racing, a feeling of hands, a gentle hush as I'm helped to stand
It's him, he's caught me, please strength don't leave me yet
Let me be anything but his sullied pet
I have to leave, I have to get away, I fall to my knees and let my head sway

Stopping, he stares at me and gives a mirrored laugh
Then he reaches for me as I start to move back
I'm too slow, he's too fast, I can't get away, he's taking me back
I can't let this happen, I must react

Head's too fuzzy, I'm getting too weak
I'm stumbling over my own feet
One chance, a pull, a twist, a pop and a moan
I'm not the one with a broken bone

I'm still running, he's still coming
My strength's about to give out
Dead end, cliffs end, water and rocks below
Tell me, if you had a choice which way would you go?

It's such a good poem *cries* (im not sure who wrote this but ill update y'all when I get back my test paper)

Also, this story reached #901 in short story and no words can express how happy I am! A very big thank you to those who even bothered to read this book, I love you <33

If you have any other questions, hit me up!

Xoxo

eli <3�^�u!��