Wednesday was missing, buried deeply within his subconscious; he racked his brain for the logic, certain that it must be significant as he noticed the deep purple bruises blemishing his skin and the coagulated blood beneath his fingernails.
Breaking all Boundaries
Okay listen carefully, there is a character in this book who is trying to kill you, and yes by 'you' I mean the reader, but don't worry, I'm going to help you survive this; I was once on your side of the page after all.
(is this thing on?)
Well, okay, look, I know that books need to start with a great line, but why can't I just talk about my parrot?
With stylish eyes that spoke like Jazz-Blues, Ellis swayed through the bar scene with a cold-noir vibe following behind him as he made his move to her. His smile was a work of artistic perfection; designed and calculated to lure hearts into cages, into traps...
"Never trust handsome men, Merideth," my mother gasped, clutching my hand tightly. "You don't know..." Beeeeeeep. The words died on her lips, and my mother's hand went limp in mine.
She'd been labeled as insane...
So when the suave, debonair gentleman dressed in black arrived at my doorstep, I trusted.
When the ice catches fire, and the earth begins to bleed, the dead one will return.
When your world splits in two and you’re left with the demarcation of before and after, you find yourself torn between wishing for what was (even if it was mostly a lie), and scared spitless of what is.
I never intended to journey to the stars, only the darkness beyond; the stars were just in the way.
A Fearful Attempt to Start
My greatest struggle in writing about this story is my lack of courage to start.
John Wilkes Booth; The Man Behind the Play [with a knife]
"You go on 'sockdologizing.'"
"What the fuck does that mean?" John huffed.
"It doesn't matter; that's your cue."