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Ch. 1 East Palace Gate
I put in my airpods, listening to music as we walk along the bustling streets of Beijing, China.
My class is in front of me chattering away with each other as the teacher tries to make us walk in a line. Of course no one is listening.
My friends are behind me talking about some stupid video game while eating chips that they bought with them.
I look around me. We were walking to a Museum to see the clay pieces from the Qing Empire, honestly i don't really care about that shit, never really interested me.
We walk for another kilometer and we pass this massive temple like gate entrance. I stop and stare at it. The yellow patterns following the sides to the roof, the roof painted with traditional chinese paintings. But it was covered in spiderwebs and ivy was starting to cover the gate.
“Miss, What is this place?” I asked my teacher.
“That? Its the Summer Palace which belonged to the Qing Empire. It was created somewhere between 1750-1760. It became a tourist place in the 2000s but now its nothing really. Just a temple and thats it.” My teacher answered and continued to walk.
“How can someone abandon this place” I think to myself. I turn to my friends who were also admiring the gate.
“You know it would be cool if we could go inside and explore this place!” One of them said. I nod in agreement. We turn back to the class and they are miles infront of us.
“Do you think the teacher will even notice if we went?” I ask.
“Hell no. If we left now, she wouldn’t suspect a thing.”
“It’s now or never. Let’s go.” We dash out of the group and take cover next to the gate, waiting until it’s safe to move.
A few minutes went by and the coast was clear. The handle of the gate was all crusty, mold growing on it, I grasp the handle and push the gate open.Â
I always had doubts about China I thought it would be this massive Temu or just dirty and smelly country. But…
“Holy shot.” My jaw dropped as i opened the gate. The first thing you see is the massive lake, ducks and swans swimming in it. Around were temples not just one or two, thousands. All decorated in traditional paintings, some big some small, Bridges that connected to mini temples on separate islands, detailed statues and carvings on the sides of the bridges. Cherry blossom trees almost exploding everywhere. It was like a new world behind that gate.
“What the frick is this place? Its a whole city” Colin says dumbfounded. Colin is the oldest one in the group and the most cocky one. He had short brown locks, Green eyes and slimish figure.
“Im asking the same thing right now.”Â
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UPDATEE
Hey guys.
Ik ive only posted 2 posts but for a few months now ive, created charecters, plots, settings etc.... for a book that im starting to write. ill be posting drafts here on tumblr but once the product is done ill present it.
You may be wondering what the book is about?
Well. Heres a quick overview.
2 charecters. a friend to lovers book. a summer vacation where it all starts. fights, rumors, situationships and even murder.
Its called
"Checkmate"
as i will be posting drafts please give me honest thought etc..
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