I know every story I have ever been to. Some have awful memories clinging to them like snow after a rain storm. Others feel light and gentle.
I know every genre. I have favorite moments, favorite stories.
My name is Aubrey Fitzgerald and I am the girl of stories.
"Aubrey, another story is coming soon," Chloe says. She only has a voice. This blank world that I rest in every time is where the real character goes every time while they wait.
I have never seen a mirror. I don't know what I actually look like, though I know what the characters I have to be like look like. I know my age is young because all the characters I have still go to school.
"What's the name of this one?" I ask and sigh.
"This story is from 1872 and your character's name is Mary," she replies.
I know that she's trying especially hard for me not to realize who I am outside of this place, I don't think there would be a point of it.
I know my real name isn't Aubrey Fitzgerald. I don't even know why I'm not allowed to know my real name, but I think it's my right to know who I am.
Blue mist swirls around me.
CZYTASZ
Keep Chasing (Chasing, book 1)
General FictionAubrey Fitzgerald is the girl of stories. Well, she's not only Aubrey Fitzgerald. She doesn't know what has happened to her, but she is stuck in stories, swirling in-between characters, just trying not to ruin the life of a fictional character. ...
