3 Ways to Start Your Novel

by Ruthanne Reid | 31 comments

Beginnings matter.

We only get one chance to hook our readers, to pull them in, to guarantee they must read on. That's probably why so many writers panic over how to start writing those first few pages of a novel.

3 Ways to Start Your Novel

So how do you start a novel? Where is the best place to begin? Take heart, dear reader: in today's post, I'll give you three ways to start a novel, a bonus nugget about antagonists, and a key question to ask yourself before you get to work.

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A Simpler View on How to Start Your Novel

There are already a ton of great posts out there about starting your novel.

(There are also posts in which literary agents have spoken about what they're sick of seeing, e.g. the main character dies at the end of chapter one; the first chapter is just a dream; the first two pages describe the landscape; and prologues, which everybody seems to hate for some reason).

Let me propose an even simpler view. I suggest three solid ways to get your novel off the ground: External Change, Internal Change, and Environment.

How to Start a Novel: External Change

A solidly good spot to begin your novel is when something changes outside your protagonist, forcing them to act. I've seen it called “the inciting incident,” but it doesn't have to be dramatic. In my own books, I use this particular moment a lot:

  • The Sundered: A young man captures an alien slave, and in the process learns that everything he thought he knew about his world is a lie.
  • The Christmas Dragon: A young woman spends years hiding from her magical heritage, but suddenly has to reclaim it when a baby dragon arrives at her door.
  • Strings: A selfish elf Prince has to abandon his simple life of hedonism when imaginary monsters from childhood come a-calling.

All these characters had lives and histories before the first chapter of the story. World-building is still required, so I have to weave it in through the character's reactions to what changed. The point is that something came from outside to interrupt their pattern of living.

Think of external change as the finger that pushes that first domino over, causing a chain reaction we might as well call plot.

Note: External Change is best for characters who think they have a pretty good bead on things and aren't likely to change on their own.

Bonus Hint: Use Antagonists to Start a Novel

Side note: funny enough, this is one of the reasons we tend to like antagonists so much. Take a silly example: Dracula.

Bela Lugosi as Dracula

No, not that one. The book one.

Dracula (by Bram Stoker) starts out following Jonathan Harker as he travels through eastern Europe to Dracula's castle. Why is this happening? Because Dracula has decided he no longer wants to live in Transylvania (Internal Change on the part of the antagonist), and has asked for help from an English real estate agent.  Dracula sent out the request (External Change), which takes this English gentleman out of his natural habitat and begins this classic, gothic tale.

Here's another one: Loki, portrayed by Tom Hiddleston in Thor (2010). His Internal Change (decision to play a prank thanks to jealousy) leads to the expulsion of Thor from Asgard (External Change for the protagonist), kicking off Thor's personal redemption arc.

What both Loki and Dracula did occurs off-screen right before the official plot starts. Without antagonists, neither of these stories would happen.

I hope you enjoyed the bonus hint. Back to my main points!

How to Start a Novel: Internal Change

One of my favorite plot-starters occurs when nothing outside the character seems to change. The protagonist changes first, and then starts acting on the rest of the story.

This is the character who's likely already been mulling over things for some time. The one who's had the same dead-end job for years, or has been trapped in the same cell/room/city/planet for far too long. The one who's always wanted more—but never had the courage or opportunity to take it.

The crucial difference between this and the “External Change” option is this: if the protagonist does not act, nothing changes, and the world continues on as it was. Here are three examples.

  • The Hunger Games (Suzanne Collins): Katniss stirs the pot by volunteering as sacrifice/tribute (a position most people do anything to avoid), and in the process begins a violent transformation of her entire culture.
  • The Warded Man/The Painted Man (Peter V. Brett): Arlen can no longer abide losing the nightly struggle for survival against demons, but when he decides to run away and find a better method, he sets events into motion that drastically change the entire world.
  • It (Stephen King): Something preys on the town of Derry (and the area around it) for thousands of years, and no one can stop it —  until seven special children decide to take a stand.

Beginning with internal change often takes a little bit more time to set up, which gives you a chance to do worldbuilding and add descriptions. Explanation and introduction all have the single purpose of framing the protagonist's choice to break the mold.

Note: Internal Change is best for characters who are deeply proactive. These are the characters who are going to make ripples no matter what their situation is—even if they have to start the bake sale/leave the country/enter the enemy base all by themselves.

How to Start a Novel: Environment

I've often heard it said that the environment can act as an character. The struggle can be man vs. ocean, pilot vs. space, woman vs. desert.

The book that immediately comes to mind when I think of beginning with environment is The Wandering Earth by Liu Cixin. The concept for that story is a centuries-long survival plan for mankind based on the idea that our sun is going supernova—and the earth itself must be flown through space to orbit a different sun in order to survive.

Many generations are covered in this book, so there isn't one main protagonist. Every character reacts to this drastic change in their own way. Check out the beginning:

I've never seen the night, nor seen a star; I've seen neither spring, nor fall, nor winter. I was born at the end of the Reining Age, just as the Earth's rotation was coming to a final halt.

The wandering earth (and isn't that title glorious?) is the thread that keeps the whole book together, and so interacting with it is the perfect place to start.

Another example is the Wool Omnibus by Hugh Howey. In this, the world is wrecked by war, and the only survivors live and die in underground silos. We follow several different characters through this series, and each of them is responding to what is (or isn't) outside those silos. This begins with Holstson walking up the spiral staircase in the narrow metal silo that comprises his entire world.


Obviously, there are endless variations on these three themes.

  • There's the Failure, in which your protagonist screws up something they shouldn't have screwed up (an important test, calculations for ship re-entry, how much to feed the goldfish, etc.), which then resonates through the rest of the story. This can be External Change (the death of the goldfish leads to jail time because of reasons), Internal Change (the protagonist realizes the fish's death is their fault, and starts a non-profit organization to help dying goldfish everywhere), or even Environment (the death of the goldfish was an warning for upcoming and scientifically dubious SUDDEN climate change).
  • There's the Normal Day, by far the most risky beginning, which just follows a character through their average day. This is a very dangerous way to start, however, because if your character's personality and thought-patterns aren't absolutely riveting, your reader will have no reason to continue reading. Usually, a normal day follows Internal Change, since it relies on the protagonist's way of thinking to keep the plot moving.
  • There's the Memoir, in which the speaker is simply telling what happened to lead to the present  state of things. The speaker usually tells the story around External Change which forced them to act, or Internal Change in which they rocked their own world.
  • There's straight-up World-Building, which is essentially beginning with environment. This one's also risky, but it can be done. For an exceptionally well-written example, I suggest you check out A Darker Shade of Magic by V. E. Schwab. Following her protagonist Kell as he hops to different dimensions, Schwab seamlessly builds her world, so by the end of the first chapter, you have a good idea of how magic works — and how that magic acts on the characters in the book.

The Key Question on Starting Your Novel

Now that you have a general idea, here is the key to ask yourself: what would change if your beginning scene were not there?

You'll see me say this a lot here at The Write Practice: if you can cut that scene without changing anything in the story, you don't need that scene.

Think of it as dominoes falling again:

Dominoes Fail

Everything you write should have a purpose, a reason for being there. Be brutal when answering that question.  If you can cut that scene without changing anything, then that is not the place to begin. It's essentially a domino that fails to get the chain reaction going.

Even if that scene is one of your favorites, if it could be snipped without changing anything… well. Stephen King said to kill our darlings, even when it breaks our egocentric little scribbler’s hearts.

Just take my advice and put your cut scene in a separate folder, rather than simply deleting it. You'll thank me someday.

Did these points help you figure out where to begin your current writing project? Why or why not? Let us know in the comments section.


Take fifteen minutes to tackle the beginning of a new story using External Change, Internal Change, or Environment. Share your results in the comments section!

Happy writing!

Best-Selling author Ruthanne Reid has led a convention panel on world-building, taught courses on plot and character development, and was keynote speaker for The Write Practice 2021 Spring Retreat.

Author of two series with five books and fifty short stories, Ruthanne has lived in her head since childhood, when she wrote her first story about a pony princess and a genocidal snake-kingdom, using up her mom’s red typewriter ribbon.

When she isn’t reading, writing, or reading about writing, Ruthanne enjoys old cartoons with her husband and two cats, and dreams of living on an island beach far, far away.

P.S. Red is still her favorite color.


  1. LilianGardner

    An amazing article showing you different ways of beginning a novel.
    I like the idea of cutting out the beginnng scene, to see if it is needed. I must try it.
    Thanks, Ruthanne.

    • ruthannereid

      Thanks, Lilian! It can really be invigorating to start in a different place.

  2. Tom Farr

    Great suggestions, Ruthanne! I always struggle with how to begin a novel, which can be paralyzing because if you don’t begin with the beginning and it feel like something descent, you’re less likely to keep going and finish. I’ve never read The Wandering Earth, but it sounds interesting.

    I went with internal change, I think, with my practice today:

    Hunter Freeman looked at the picture Tara, with tears still streaming down her eyes, slipped into his jacket pocket before the Sector dragged him away.

    “I forgive you,” she said before kissing him for the last time.

    The image of Zane and Marley’s innocent faces stared back at him as droplets of rain began to do the picture. Hunter glanced up at the cloud cover. It was so hard to tell what the weather would be like when the sky was always black. He missed bright cushy existence the Sector had taken him from. At least his family would be safe and his mistakes would hurt them anymore.

    He glanced back at the picture. Zane would be seven in two weeks, and Marley had just turned four. He clenched the fist of his free hand and looked out at the horizon. He’d have to enter the fray sooner or later. He put the photo back in his pocket and unholstered the energy gun the Sector had outfitted him with. He held the gun up, admiring its the efficiency of the weapon. If he shot a normal human being with, every particle of their body would dematerialize. For the Injected, well, you hoped it would do something to keep you alive.

    He put the gun to his head. He’d never see Tara and the kids again, no matter how much wanted to, so why bother fighting for the Sector? Of course, he knew. Their safety was only guaranteed in so much that he demonstrated his highest effort in his fight for the Sector. Any semblance of surrender would mean Tara’s execution and Zane and Marley’s entrance into the Academy. He couldn’t let that happen.

    Hunter picked up his pack and walked down the hill, his gun ready.

    • ruthannereid

      Wow. That is INTENSE. I recognize this world (I think) from the one you’ve written about on the boards. I have to say, this opening rivets me. There’s world-building, tension, even a major decision for this character, one with consequences. Great job!

    • Tom Farr

      Thanks. It is the same world several years into the future. I’ve been planning this story for awhile but wondering how I should start it. Figured today’s practice would be a good place to start.

    • ruthannereid

      It definitely works for me!

    • Tom Farr


    • LilianGardner

      Hi Ruthanne.

      After reading your article on three ways to start your novel, I’ve deleted the beginning thrice of my story about the ‘tipping point’,by following your suggestion.I’ve had to alter the rest of the story as well, but I feel as if I’ve improved it.


    • ruthannereid

      Lilian, that’s great news! I’m really eager to read your final draft.

    • LilianGardner

      I uploaded the revised story. Does it read better now? I’m open to all suggestions. I’d love it if you can give me feed back.
      Thanks Ruthanne.

  3. Carrie Lynn Lewis

    “Think of external change as the finger that pushes that first domino over, causing a chain reaction we might as well call plot.”

    What a great illustration. Simple, yet so very true!

    Thank you for that and for your very clear thoughts on how change can be used to start a novel. Great advice!

    Best wishes,


    • ruthannereid

      Thank you, Carrie! I’m really glad it helped you out!

  4. Dana Schwartz

    This post came at the perfect time for me! I am nearing the end of my novel draft and I just peeked at my opening scene which I know I need to tweak and/or change all together. I love the domino test! And that hilarious video clip. That actually clarified things for me. Thank you!

    • ruthannereid

      Dana, that’s fantastic! I’m so glad it helped you find your way. 🙂

  5. Łukasz Migura

    I have to say, i used in my novel’s beginning an normal day and now thinking about changing it

    • ruthannereid

      That’s exciting! How are you thinking of changing it?

    • Łukasz Migura

      I add an unordinary guest – iron bird- visit main character

    • ruthannereid

      Now, THAT sounds interesting!

  6. Gary G Little

    Hank regained awareness. He was lying on something cold and hard that it was vibrating, sometimes shifting from side to side. What the hell? Like a Lunar excursion transprt vehicle. He’d ridden enough of them as a kid with his dad working the mines outside Selene, so he knew what that felt like. The sound was the same, that low pitched almost gutteral grumble of out of sync electric engines. Hell this could be his dad’s Ol’ Betsy. Why was he in Ol’ Betsy, if it was Ol’ Betsy? How? Betsy, if it still existed was on the other side of Selene, at least a two hour tube ride not counting station delays to get to the surface.

    He had been leaving Goldman & Minellis Lunar Import and Export, about to walk into the vertical access tube heading for his housing block when … what? The lights went out. Yeah, the lights went out.

    • ruthannereid

      That’s some external change right there! Wow!

  7. C.C Hogan

    Just picking up on what you were saying about background, I have a theory that the longer the story moving forwards, the further backwards you will need to consider in your background material – whether that is using real life history or history of your own invention.

    Whatever you do, however, that planning or research must be fun. I have recently started writing up my character profiles and back histories like little rough stories or discussions, making them informal and rambling. Much more fun and, in the end, a lot more detailed.

    Try this post and see whether it fits with your own thinking: http://cchogan.com/planning-a-trilogy-or-saga/

    Have a nice day!


    • ruthannereid

      There definitely has to be a payoff for the writer of some kind! That’s a really astute observation.

  8. fairytail

    I’am not sure if this falls into one of the good plot starters that you placed up their, it’s more of a little idea I had in my head and I quickly wrote it down so I wouldn’t forget.
    Now I have a story idea for it and was thinking of making this my Intro.
    But I’am not sure I have other Ideas of how I could start that might or might not be better then this one.
    I tend to start story’s off a little vaguer then most, focusing more on the scenery and colors you then the events that are happening

    The sun rose into the night’s sky bringing a warm glow and a morning’s light casting down onto freshly fallen snow. A small doll lay forgotten on the cold street’s of London, as the people slowly awoke and went upon their daily live’s.

    Sad dark eye’s stared up at the sun as it’s bright ray’s made the doll’s once silky hair, shine a beautiful velvet, as the long strand’s cascading down to help frame the doll’s small face. Skin that was once as white as the snow that lay beside it, was now decorated with color’s of brown and a painful crimson that bloodied the now torn and tattered Kimono that was once the color of the sun rise.

    A girl with plain brown hair ran beside a boy with equally plain hair, as they chased after a tall and delicate women with hair that was of gold.

    All with bright smiles on their face.

    The small boy tripped on air, face falling right in front of the doll.

    The girl stopped a few feet ahead, as he stared at the small doll, admiring the strange beauty it somehow held.

    Picking up the doll the boy stared,as if hypnotized he started to trace the small plump lip’s and the strange decoration the was so carefully crafted on round cheek’s and beside wide innocent eye’s that stared right through the soul. It looked as if the doll was getting ready for a festival.

    “Jasper! hurry, mommy’s getting worried” called the small girl voice a bit quiet and shy with a impatience stabbing at the edge.

    The boy quickly dropped the doll and ran after the girl, taking one last glance before catching up to the beautiful figure that held out warm arm’s for the children to take.

    The doll watched as the smile’s slowly faded away into darkness along with everything else.

    • ruthannereid

      Hi, Fairytale! There’s actually a lot to love in this piece. It feels like you’re trying to portray a visual story, like something scene through a camera lens. It’s effective, if a bit rough! I’m really glad to have read it, and I’m curious where it’s going.

      I’d say in terms of things to work on, look on the use of the apostrophe and figure out the difference between plural and possessive words (cats vs. cat’s).

      I hope to see more!

    • fairytail

      Thank you so much for you kind words. When I re-read this I understand what you mean by ‘rough,’ Especially when the little boy and girl came in. The lines just did’t flow as naturally and smooth as they should’ve It reminded me of riding on a bumpy road, and will do on the plural and possessive stuff I’ll try to be more careful about that from now on. Thanks for the advice 🙂

  9. justStories

    Hello Ruthanne! This is the first chapter of my novel that I am planning to write. I would like to know where I can improve.


    Swasti was just going to change the channel when she saw that face on TV screen. She heard the host saying, “Sir, please…your fans are requesting so much for it. Please sing a song for them.”

    “These fools have nothing else to do,” she mumbled, with her hands on the TV remote.

    ijeonni nal ijeobeoryeonni…? (Did you forget, did you forget me?)
    geu sumanheun chueokdeureun da ijeo byeoryeonni (Did you forget all those countless memories?)
    gaseumeun neol hyanghae pal beollyeo (My heart spreads it’s arms toward you)
    oneuldo gansinhi beotigo inneunde (And again today, I’m barely withstanding)

    Swasti clutched the remote. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She was getting goose bumps with each word of the song. It could not be happening…It is not possible. The song was still not over.

    ijeonni nal ijeo byeoryeonni (Did you forget, did you forget me?)
    ajik nan neol gidarijyanha (I’m still waiting for you)
    sarangi neul ulgo itjyanha (Love is crying again)
    gaseumen neul nunmuri goyeo (tears are welling up in my heart)

    jiugo tto jiuryeo haedo (I try to erase and erase again but)
    geudae eolguri jakku tteooreuneyo (Your face keeps popping up in my head)

    Swasti was perplexed. No, she would not let herself be destroyed again. She was grown-up now. She could control herself. She would live a perfectly normal life. Just then her cell phone started ringing. The ringtone was the same song ‘Did you forget?’ Devastated, she threw her cell phone on the floor. She was pacing frantically across her room. Why he sang that song? It was a Korean song and Korean songs were not so popular in India. Why he chose to sing that song which was Swasti’s favorite? Why did he…? Is he…? No, this is impossible. She is just making up things in her mind. Swasti tried to console herself but the things which were happening were not normal. She should do something about it. There is an old saying that when your fear starts killing you, confront it. So with trembling hands, she typed an E-mail to Saarthak Sharma.

    Saarthak was tired after the talk show but he was happy. He sang for his fans for the first time. He loved to see smile on his fans’ face who loved him so much. He used to get advice that a famous writer like him should have some attitude…He should keep some distance from his fans. But what is the point of being famous if one can’t relieve people from their stress and sorrow for a little time? It was said that he was too friendly to be a celebrity. But he never paid attention to these things.

    As he entered his mansion, a deep voice echoed in the hall, “How are you, Saarthak?”

    “Me…I…I am all r-right, Papa”, Saarthak said. He fixed his eyes on the floor as a tall, imposing person who was his father stood before him. Saarthak had got his height from him, but his features were completely opposite to that of his father. He was a lean man of twenty-five. His had a kind look on his face. But the most striking feature were his haunting eyes which seemed to hide mysterious secrets.

    “You still stammer in front of me,” Saarthak’s father said, stroking his hand on his hair, “You know. I am so proud of you.” Saarthak looked at his father. These were the words that he was longing to hear since his childhood but now, when his father finally spoke them, he felt like he was getting hit with a belt again.

    Swasti called her mother. Thankfully, the cell phone was not broken. “Hello, Mummy?”

    “Swasti. How are you? I was waiting for your call. Have you watched your favorite TV show?”

    “Mummy, I sent a mail to Saarthak Sharma.”

    A long pause followed. “Swasti, this is crazy. You know it is not truth. You still want to go through all that again.”

    “I’ll suffer more if I don’t know what the truth is. Please, Mummy. Let me do it this time,” Swasti said in a determined voice.

    “OK. But remember that I and Papa love you more than anything in this world. We can’t see you suffer like that again.”

    “Bye, Mummy and sorry.”

    After dining with his father, Saarthak came back to his room. The room had light green walls, still it gave impression of hidden darkness. He closed the door. He lied on his king-sized bed with lights open. But he knew that this could not save him from the ghosts of his past. After an hour, Saarthak realized that someone was choking him. Although he knew that it was just a hallucination, still he was not able to breathe. He tried to calm himself but all his efforts were fruitless. His screams were sufficient to wake inside the house if the room was not soundproof. “Leave me alone. Don’t do it again,” he was screaming. This was the routine of every night. He didn’t know when sleep fairy came to relieve him from his misery. When he woke up, he was grateful to see 6:00 am on his mobile watch. He thanked god for each morning because he never knew when he would end up slitting his wrist or hanging himself at night. Each night revealed a new horror to him. He thought that the sun and daylight were the best creations of god until his secretary phoned him to say, “We have got a new fan mail, Sir. I think you should see it.”

  10. Ashley

    Four years ago I would’ve called this day my birthday. Now, I just call it the anniversary of the day that I stopped living, the day I graduated from the Compound where I had spent my entire life. The day a needle gave me a seemingly eternal youth.
    The adults at the time told me I was lucky, that my long, dark hair would never grey and my complexion would stay bright and smooth, as if my prettiness were some fair retribution for them stripping away any right I might’ve ever had to freedom. I didn’t yet know what it meant to never grow up, what it would take away from me, the burdens and obligations to society it would impose upon me. I didn’t know that I would be relegated to the status of cattle, shuffled from one house to another, year after year, or how much worse it would be than living at the Compound. At least there, I didn’t have to play as a living doll.
    The true lucky ones are the little ones, those intellectually deficient children who failed their aptitude tests at a young age and stopped growing at six or seven, sometimes even younger. They are not old enough to understand that their Surrogates don’t care about them, and they are blissfully unaware that the world was ever any different. It’s easier for them to adjust, and they’ll never develop the abstract thinking it would take to comprehend the frustration of being stuck in a broken system and not being able to do anything about it.
    They won’t know how painful it is to get so close to having your own life and fail at the last chance. I was almost smart enough, but then I wasn’t. I don’t know if I’m angrier at the system or myself. Today should have been the day that I transitioned from childhood to adulthood, the moment I would’ve grown up, the moment I could have been free, but instead it is the anniversary of the day I made the biggest mistake of my life.


    • Ruth Thompson

      Your first sentence is excellent because it piques the reader’s imagination. I also like the way you use parallel sentences at the beginning and end (would have vs. should have). If anything, it seems a little heavy on exposition, but I would definitely keep reading this book.

  11. Kenneth Alexander

    IT’s A NICE FEELING TO SUCCEED AT SOMETHING, anything to enjoy the life rich people seem to relish every-day, instead of consistently being everyone’s abused fool and tool since, well, forever! Wearing a ‘happy face,‘ to hide behind after stealing someone else’s ben-franklin’s, pounding the neighbor’s wife, and pretending two-thirds of the world’s children isn’t suffering.
    Sacrificing other people’s aspirations in the name of self-preservation though, takes away from life of luxury and makes for guilt-ridden sleepless nights.
    Civil rights lawyer, Samuel Myers wants only to stay alive, get rich, and go where no-one knows him. Since staying alive can mean throwing some other unfortunate soul under the bus, sacrifices are fair game in the name of self-survival. Leaving everything behind is easy, pack your bags and book a flight. But it takes lots of money to start fresh, it takes creativity. YOU MAY HAVE TO STEAL!
    White folks stole America, steal every day and seldom pay attention to the next thief in line. Unless you’re Black, then they stay as far away as possible and watch you, to protect their own ill-gotten spoils. Insurance conglomerates and banks control most of the money. Strict laws and policies make both a problem to steal from though, even for a lawyer.
    Unwelcomed when if educated; threatened when united; and buffoon’s for being poor; the stage is set, whites “have lots” black folks “does not.” From murdering entire societies, exiling Natives from their homelands to human enslavement, the White hegemony has tyrannized America, but they call it “evolving of ideas, and conquest.”
    It is white American who defines prosperity and create elite circles of success and hold the keys. ‘For whites only.’
    From a struggling lawyer victimized by racism to prime suspect in fraud, kidnapping, and murder is more than he’d bargained for. Money grants freedom from a home that imprisons you and, from a life that won’t let you live comes at a high price.
    When Myers’s client, a Black mother of four fired him to hire a White lawyer in the middle of a case he’d negotiated a $500,000 settlement, in her favor, which Sam agreed to take only $50,000 was the blow that shattered his moral code.
    Serves her right the White lawyer walked away with over $450,000 leaving the poor widowed mother with less than $50,000. Further mocking Sam, the white attorney said, “sorry I took your client, better luck with the next one.”
    Under an ethics complaint with Massachusetts bar association, the white lawyer’s license suspended pending investigation opened the door to challenge. The Black widow testified, at the hearing, that it was Samuel who caused the white attorney to get most of her money, but could not explain how. The onerous fight began.
    He received threatening phone calls and messages from a group called WPR (white people’s republic), calling for Sam’s lynching if the white attorney lost his license. Sam’s apartment firebombed, and his car vandalized. ‘PreBit,’ white supremacist news media spurred the attacks in opinion pieces that ‘attorney Myers was a fortunate that America allowed him to be a lawyer and it’s his attitude means blacks were better off as slaves.’
    Transfixed on the Mediterranean sea’s calm seashore, warmth of an afternoon sun, double scotch in hand only exacerbated new fears. Back home, it’s as cold in the summer as in winter. Ignored for being poor, marginalized for being black and hiding behind pretense of piousness to survive is regular life. An existence he’s more familiar with! White folks expect Blacks to be humble and just accept shit without complaining.
    Samuel Myers realized his life had changed forever after he checked his online bank balance and got a visit from the FBI. From $3,000 in life savings to an $250,000,000 available balance, which was supposed to be only $3,000,000 was a mixed blessing. Protection and a curse.


  12. Amelia Okiyi

    I never understood why i felt so out of place. Why as everyday that passed wasn’t mine like i was living someone else’s life. Even though, my brain fervently claimed that this boring lifestyle was mine my gut kept pulling me away. That’s where it lived this nagging feeling that this wasn’t right, that it wasn’t me. It told me not to trust what i was seeing, not to trust what my brain was telling me. But most of all it told me to be prepared.

  13. Amelia Okiyi

    It’s the opening of the WIP I’m on now



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