Eliza Jaynes stood on the front steps of what was once their dream home – a four bedroom, Cape Cod in an upper class neighborhood. With her arms folded tightly across her chest, she stared blankly at her husband. She watched as Jack put the last piece of his furniture into the back of theContinue reading “FRIDAY FIRST’S: First Paragraph of Chapter 8 (where you meet Eliza)”
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FRIDAY FIRST: The first paragraph of the second chapter
Mabel Stanton stood alone in front of the yellow, bungalow-style house she grew up in. It sat just around the corner from Main Street. She loved this house, so she was not about to let the town take it when they rezoned. Despite the very generous amount of money they had offered her, she wouldContinue reading “FRIDAY FIRST: The first paragraph of the second chapter”
FRIDAY FIRSTS: First Paragraph of the First Chapter
Charlotte Embers placed her right ear down on the cold edge of the railroad tracks. She heard nothing. She looked both ways then quickly crossed over the quiet wooden tracks. As a kid, she would only have stopped to listen. She never thought to actually look both ways. If she heard nothing, she would happilyContinue reading “FRIDAY FIRSTS: First Paragraph of the First Chapter”
FICTITIOUS FRIDAY : A Little bit of Vivian
Below is a paragraph from the novel I am writing. I hope you enjoy it! Vivian sat impatiently behind the wheel as her mom adjusted the bags of yarn in the back seat as if they were as fragile as glass. Vivian’s fingers tapped on the steering wheel with anxious energy. Anticipation surged within herContinue reading “FICTITIOUS FRIDAY : A Little bit of Vivian”
Fictitious Friday
Below is a paragraph from the story I am working on. Enjoy! Evelyn could feel the anticipation in her rise as the cemetery came into view. It seemed farther than it was from the place where she left Vivian. She had traded the perfectly designed cobblestone road for a narrow country road running behind theContinue reading “Fictitious Friday”
A Piece From a Work in Progress – “Charlotte”
After crossing over the tracks on a cooler than average September morning, Charlotte thought she heard the faint sound of a train horn in the distance. She hoped she had heard it. But after looking down the path there was no sign of a train. If there had been, Charlotte was almost convinced she wouldContinue reading “A Piece From a Work in Progress – “Charlotte””
One Line Series – Line 1
Starting a new series where I will post one line from the story I am working on. This will offer myself a challenge to find an appropriate photo to match. Join me in this challenge! Today’s line: With a bit of disappointment, she headed down the hill onto the narrow, paved road.
Raelyn Pracht 