Max Rider And The Case Of The Live Dead
Before I tell you guys about the book I wrote I would just like to say please go read my friend, Sophie Sananikone's story Bellatrix Beckster: The curse of jealousy even though it is not completely finished, it is a really good story. Now about my book: Max is a British boy who has no idea that he is a young wizard who has great powers, he sees people who have died years back. His father and Max's step mother are both average muggles and think he has gone mad when he tells them what he sees. They send him to a mental hospital but no one knows where Max's real mother is, or how his big sister died and most importantly that his powers which could turn his world along with everyone else's upside down.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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3
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I See The First Of The Living Dead
Chapter 1
I awoke to a stormy morning in Manhattan. Yes it may sound strange and YES I am probably going mad but I could swear I saw her, my long lost sister Grace Rider, and by long lost sister I don’t mean the kind who are separated from you at birth, OH NO I mean Grace died at least 6 years back and that’s what scared me, you don’t just see the dead walking the street you know.
As I told my father this at breakfast, my step mother change that to EVIL step mother decided to walk into the kitchen. She some how managed to brainwash my father into thinking I had gone mad and that I needed therapy or be sent to a hospital for wild kids who often lost control and could sometimes do very awful things to innocent “normal” beings like themselves. You guessed it that afternoon my dad had me packing for “Sunflower Hospital/Nursery for Mad or Troubled Kids” and at around three there I was sitting in my tiny little room, no you can’t even call it a room there I was sitting in my tiny little cage, yup cage is the word, watching all of Manhattan through my tiny window, my only contact to the outside world. No letters, no gifts, NO VISITS FROM MY DAD, tiny portions at mealtimes and a hard bed to sleep on plus one bonus filthy toilets.
