I don't have much time to write this, for I am being hunted. Stephenie Meyer is on her way, along with the Cullens and the werewolf pack. She brings with her a torch, in pursuit of Harry, Hermione, Ron, and I. We hide here in the train's boxcar, fearing for our lives, feeling as if we're on the top of a pyramid, about to fall down, far to the ground, unsure of how we will land. I didn't know becoming an author would be so tumultuous. It had started out perfectly, with Harry and his friends all mysterious and magical, and it was like that for quite some time, until a few years ago when The Twilight saga Series came out, even making me dislike my series. But I absorbed it like a sponge, taking it all in stride, willing to admit that there was a series better than mine. But when I slammed Stephenie and her characters, they came after me, edward's mind reading abilities like a radio, attracted to my FM frequency, as explained in one of the books. All of them-Edward, Bella, Emmett, Rosalie, Alice, Jasper, Carlisle, Esme, and even Renesmee and the werewolves-can hear my thoughts as though I scream out of a microphone, their powers varying and helping them in their quest for us. I realize that what I did to Stephenie and the vampires was wrong, and I regret my choices, forever having them hang over my life like a cloud filled with rain, about to burst open. I cry silently now, my tears dripping onto this page, a reminder of all the wrong I've done. because of my choices I must leave my husband and family, all of the ones I love, most likely never to see them again. I want to say goodbye to them, because I do not know when or if I will ever get the chance to be with them once more. I also apologize to Stephenie Meyer, along with the vampire clans and the werewolves. I say this grudgingly, but you are much better than my own characters, and Stephenie Meyer's way of writing trumps mine, though it is horrible to admit. I must go now, for I am straining my ears, listening for the sound of steps, though I know I will not find them, for vampires move gracefully, and those werewolves have a knack for being silent when they want to be. I encourage my fans to become Twilighters, for it is a decision you will not regret, and though I made comments that weren't the nicest about the series, it is one of my favorites.
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Book / Young Adult
Poem / Poetry
Poem / Romance
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