Hi there. It’s Sunday and today it was all about resting. But I couldn’t do it. My mind just can’t turn off. So… I made a decision.
Since I can’t decide if should share my second book on my blog or not, (see here if you want to know what I’m talking about). I decided to share the prologue, which is only 500 words, and see what you have to say. It won’t take much of your time and I know you’ll find it interesting. ;)
Keep in mind that this is my first rough draft!
So, I am happy to present you the prologue of my second book, Divided.
*Since I've made some changes, I uploaded the latest version. So, some of the comments below are from the old one. Thanks for reading.
First time it happened I was a kid.
I woke up in the middle of the night and everything around me was different. My bed wasn’t white and wooden, like the one my father had bought me. I was sleeping in a straw mattress, in some attic … alone. My pink covering with the yellow flowers had now given its place to an old and grey. I was feeling cold.
I closed my eyes and counted to ten. When I opened them again I was back at home, warm and cozy in my white bed. I slept with my mother that night wishing she could make the nightmare go away.
It didn’t work.
The second time it happened I was ten. It was a hot summer day and I was staying at my grandmother’s at the lake. I remember taking a nap before lunch, but when I opened my eyes, a new scenery waited me instead of my granny’s home. As weird as it was … I didn’t fear that time.
It was noon there too, but a much different place than the one I used to live. I was in a small wooden house with wooden furniture, but no one was there. Soon enough voices drew my attention and I got on the road. It wasn’t a road actually, just an alley with dirt and dust. People though were everywhere.
They were dressed in weird clothes and they held baskets with food. Most of the women wore long dresses and the men funny hats. I was exited walking in those alleys, looking at the small counters with fruits and vegetables. Some even had bread and I realized I was in a huge market like the ones I was reading on fairytales.
I still remember the way my heart pounded in excitement. I kept walking, inspecting the place not even bothering to find a logical explanation. Most of the houses I saw were made either by wood or brick and I didn’t see any cars or buses. Instead there were horses and carriages, but no TV, no power.
I felt the scenery fade and all of the sudden I woke up at granny’s couch, smelling the hot stew and hearing cartoons on TV. I remember telling her everything and then we laughed about my dream.
The third time it happened I realized it wasn’t a dream.
That’s it. What do you think about it? Please tell me your thoughts.
I wish you all a great week.
Here is Chapter 1!
Here is Chapter 1!