By Rachel Hawthorne (not me) I thought I'd write this book out for others to read. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- With someone to keep you warm, might as well get Snowed In. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- -1- "It'll be fun!" Those were my mom's words. It'll be fun! At the time, I'd though so too. Her idea of fun was to pack up her divorced middle-aged life and move up north. Way up north. Where winters are cold, snow and ice exist in abundance, and my dad could become a distant memory. Not that I blamed her for wanting to get away from it all. Dad recently announced that he planned to remarry, and I'm not exactly thrilled with the prospect of having a stepmother. Marsha isn't wicked or anything. Actually she asked me to be one of her bridesmaids, but I told her that I needed to think about it. I've never been a bridesmaid before, and I'm not sure I want my first time to be at my dad's wedding. Because it's totally weird thinking of him with a wife who isn't my mom. And okay, I resent that he's going to marry someone else. It feels like he's not only betraying Mom, but me. -page 1- bump for more (if you don't see me post the wall/pm me)
Hrmm. I can't really see where this is going. A little more plot and description would be nice. And paragraphs. Paragraphs are essential.
Paragraphs sometimes don't show (I used to write some fanfic) my first time I didn't know how to space and all that so maybe that happened?
So when Mom told me she wanted to move and asked, "What do you think?" I replied, "Let's do it!" Of course, that was before I was standing in the front parlor of our new digs, shivering, with my parka zipped up tightly and my gloved hands tucked beneath my arms, searching for a little extra warmth. It was, like, negative one thousand degrees outside. You think I'm exaggerating, but Mom's idea of fun included moving to an island on the Great Lakes---in the middle of winter, when the surrounding water was starting to freeze. It was that cold. Although cold doesn't adequately describe it. It was much, much colder than cold. I was going to have to pull out my thesaurus and learn a whole list of adjectives for cold. We'd flown into the small airport about an hour earlier. Our luggage had been loaded onto a taxi, only this taxi was a wagon with runners instead of wheels, because, oh, yeah, the island is covered in mounds of white glistening snow. I'd actually been excited when Mom mention snow, because artichoke weather was a totally new experience for me. I've spent most of my seventeen years living in north Texas. When it snows half an inch, schools and businesses shut down, and the local news interrupts the regularly scheduled programming to provide up-to-the-minute progress reports on the trucks dumping sand on expressways. The reporters stand on overpasses explaining that it's really cold, while showing footage of fishtailing vehicles, people slipping (yes, falling down on icy streets is newsworthy in north Texas), and children sliding down hills on baking sheets because we don't, as a rule, invest money in sleds.
Sorry, and thanks for the advice guys. The book really does get better the beginning is just setting up the setting.
ξIt's funny how we can't really tell the difference between stories on FF and published stories. I was ready to give criticism for this, but it's actually published. ξξ Some stories on here are actually better than this.