Novels by Sorrynotsorry29

Thank you so much for reading 'Death Among The Dandelions!'This is my first ever original novel that I've written. I've really enjoyed writing this, hopefully, you enjoyed reading this!This is also my first ever book on Goodnovel.

Within minutes, Alice was squashed into the back of a Taxi, sat beside her Dad. The streets of London rolled past the car window in a mere few minutes. Alice knew that it could be one of her final times seeing London.Whenever she felt like crying, she pushed her emotions firmly downwards imaging her dream life in Sheffield. Her fingers sought the comfort of her red polka dot bag and the dandelion bracelet dangling loosely around her wrist. The smooth metal carving of the dandelion made Alice cherish the good times that she had in London. She only hoped that she could make even bette

The final day of school came by too quickly for Alice's liking.When she woke up in the morning, she felt oddly empty and strange. She couldn't quite believe it was time to say goodbye for good.It was also going to be her last time waking up in London.

Saying goodbye was never one of Alice's strengths.She hated saying goodbye. It was usually her final words to somebody when she knew she never would see that person again. It was the last word she said to her mum, the last word she ever said to her old school, the last word she ever said to her dead Grandpa...Alice lay across her bed, glancing around her empty room.

"What?""It's in Sheffield." Mr Smith repeated, sighing heavily, "Alice, it's such a big opportunity for me-""Does that mean we're moving?" Alice butted in, ignoring her Dad. He gave her a grim nod."It's for the best, dear. After wh

As the day dragged on, Alice was used to the funny looks and dirty glares. She got them everywhere. In the corridors, in classes, at lunch, on the bus...To Alice, she did her best to push them out of her mind. Friday's concert was such a massive knock and left her feeling so broken that the glares were almost nothing. Compared to what she really felt on stage, she knew that this wasn't as bad.She felt a great deal better, knowing that her friends stuck by her side. They comforte

My Aunt Iris greeted me warmly the second I walked through the door.The dark circles under her eyes had vanished, leaving behind a youthful, refreshed, hopeful woman. She looked different. Her eyes twinkled with happiness, and her ready, warm smile rarely left her face. It was almost as if she had developed a completely new persona overnight. Maybe she had.I handed her my days wages along with Adeia's gift. My Aunt Iris's eyes shone with excitement at the extra money I had brought in."Child! Where did you get that?" She asked me, her mouth stretching into a wide beam. She barely gave my wage a sideways glance. It was nothing compared to Adeia's gift."Oh, It's just a... bonus," The words left my mouth before I could think twice. I didn't know why I was lying to my Aunt. It wasn't that I didn't trust her because, in fact, I did. But the thought of Adeia getting into trouble socializing with me made my skin crawl with fear. I didn't want to s

I drifted off to sleep that night, listening intently to my Aunt's soft breathing. I decided to snuggle in beside her, unable to sleep on my own. I felt relaxed, knowing that somebody I loved was by my side. I knew that she loved me. I knew that she would protect me. I knew that she was there for me. And I was so fortunate to have her. If I didn't, I would have no idea what I would've done. With my father gone and all... she's been the only motherly figure to me in my childhood. My heart throbbed at the mere thought of my father. I missed what life was like before he caught the sickness. The way he hugged me when the air around me was static and stormy. He would hold me tight and promise me that things would be alright. And it would all be over within a few hours. I couldn't help wishing I still had him to tell me that life at the moment would be alright. I woke up feeling tired and groggy the following morning. The open, beaming sunlight was st

I'm backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk After an insanely long hiatus... I'm so sorry for not updating, now that the holidays have begun, I'm going to do my best to get it done as soon as possible. Thank you for not abandoning me, I haven't fully disappeared yet. And I hate leaving projects mid-complete, I just mentally can't stand it. And thank you to all my readers and subscribers, it means the world to me that you take time out of your busy lives to pick up this novel. Let me know what your thoughts are on this and if you have any bits of advice that I could use to make this novel better, don't be shy to comment it :) -Fiona

I felt as if my whole body was floating on cloud nine. I practically was skipping from foot to foot, feeling giddy, rapt and elated. Talking to Adeia had helped numb the pain inside. She made me feel more optimistic that things were going to be okay, she made me feel safe, she made me dare to hope that things will get better. I stealthily padded down the stairs to the ground floor, on high alert for any signs of guards. The last thing I wanted was to end up behind bars for something silly such as trespassing. Thankfully, I didn't run into any other people except a few exhausted maids, carrying baskets full of neatly folded washing. They stared at me but were too tired to do something more than lightly grunt. As I tiptoed down the stairs to the kitchen, a wave of realization washed over me. I had shouted, snapped and acted in such an uncivil way towards Haidyn and Mahra. My cheeks flushed a tinge of red when I thought of how impolite I had been. I tried to jus

I had no idea how I managed to drift off to sleep that night. My Aunt Iris's voice circled endlessly in my mind, taunting me, mocking me, tormenting me. They reminded me of something that I wanted so badly, but I could never have.The grief I felt in my chest was indescribable. It felt as if there was a tight knot placed inside my stomach, and it was getting tighter as each second ticked by. I felt too numb to cry. Everything hurt.Deep down inside, I suspected that his health had deteriorated beyond repair, but I never had the confidence to voice these suspicions aloud. It was almost as if I believed that if I ignored the elephant in the room it would go away unnoticed. But of course, that was not the case.I couldn't stand the thought of never seeing father's rosy smile, or hear his rumbling laugh or see his contagious smile again. It filled me with affright. I only had Aunt Iris left in this world.When I caught sight of streams of sunlight

I nodded uncertainly. My legs were still shaking from the ordeal; I was trembling. How on earth did I manage to get away with that? "Of course," I stammered, gazing shyly up at the girl. I then turned my attention to the loaf of bread that was outstretched in my hand. The loaf wasn't of perfect quality. I had crushed it and dented it in several places. So much that it no longer looked much like a rectangle. Nonetheless, crushed bread would likely still taste like nice bread and I was too hungry to complain. Breaking apart the loaf into two sections, I timidly passed it over to the girl. She accepted it gratefully, nibbling on the portion of her section. "I'll give my hat to you," She said between mouthfuls, "This is a good loaf of bread to be getting into a heated foot chase for." I took a bite. It tasted too heavenly for words. The bread seemed to almost melt in my mouth, calming the raging storm inside of my stomach.