The previous year hadn’t been kind to her. Her hope and persistent self-preaching led her to believe that the new year would be different. It would hold a kinder story. However, the first two weeks had already fired the first shot in the battle raging within her – the battle between reality of this worldContinue reading “Throwback Thursday: Short Story (2021 First Paragraph)”
Iva rose and dressed quickly. She drew back the heavy, paisley patterned curtains to let the morning light in. The sun, risen from its own slumber, won the battle and shone brightly through her eastern facing window. Iva smiled at the yellow circle, curtsied at its sight, bidding it good morning. Walking through the dustContinue reading “Friday Firsts: First Paragraph of IVA”
She passed the few houses between hers and the end of the street. Turning the corner, she looked up, noticing the beauty of the early morning sky and how the clouds sat in such a way to remind her of the coast. A slight breeze brushed her skin and left a scent of salt waterContinue reading “Throwback Thursday: THE CHAIR (untitled story start circa 2018)”
If I had known I was going to die today I would have eaten a more exciting breakfast than Cheerios. Okay, so it wasn’t even Cheerios, it was the generic brand. I mean, I even had to eat them with water because the milk had soured. If I had known that it was going toContinue reading “Throwback Thursday: A First Paragraph (2019)”
Here is the the first paragraph of Chapter One of the first ever novel I am working on: She held her favorite coffee mug between her palms embracing its warmth. The mug, handmade and painted with what she called a mix of goldenrod and Dijon mustard, was her favorite possession. ©Raelyn Pracht 2021
This is the start to one of my stories. Some time in 2020 I was prompted to write this beginning.