Imagine you’re this woman who was living an ordinary life. Always caring, never hurt anyone in your lifetime. One day while you lie asleep in your bed, you heard a noise coming from within your house. Could it be your dog knocking stuff over again? That’s when you get out of bed and take a look and see. But what you saw would be the very last thing you’d ever see, will alive anyways. You were just living your own life when your life was stolen from you, for what? What else money. Now you’re dead yet you cannot rest until your killers are found but the thing is, the only one who could see you now is a little girl not an age past five. This is what happened to Serenity, a woman who lost her life over money. Now this little girl is Serenity’s last hope but the thing is, her single father thinks that Serenity is her imaginary friend. What would you do if the only person you must rely on is but a kid, and the only way for your spirit to be at peace is through her?
Imaginary
This is actually a book that I'm working on but the thing is, I've never written a book before. So I decided to post what all I have so far and get some help and advice from you guys on trying to make it better.... So that's why I ask, "Is this a good start for a book and is there anything that I should fix or correct with this?
Prologue
It was the start of spring. Rose buds have started to bloom in my garden and the smell of fresh flowers filled the morning air. I've loved this garden for as long as I have been alive. I remember my mother planting the roses. I was barely five; however, I remember it like it was yesterday.
Like many children of that age, I had an imaginary friend. Her name was Emma. And although she was imaginary, she was my only real friend. My opportunities to meet new people were scarce as I was home-schooled. Therefore, I did everything with Emma: from acting out tea parties to playing at being princesses. It was the most fun that I had as a child. The garden was my playground, my castle, and anything I wanted it to be. It was my sanctuary from a lonely childhood.
In the center of the garden is a statue of an angel that was sculpted in my likeness as a little girl. My mother told me that it was my guardian angel and that if I was ever lost it would guide me back to the safety of the garden. Every morning, I sit down on the bench by the angel statue and read some poems by Eliot and Frost.
I was just nine when I lost my parents do to a drunk driver. It was a miracle that I survived. It was on a cold winter's night, there was fresh snow on the pavement. I was with my parents as we were just taking a stroll around town, checking out some Christmas lights. When a driver, speeding by lost control on the icy road. We tried to jump out of the way but it was too late. The driver had struck the three of us. If it wasn't for my parents throwing themselves on me, I would've died with them. From that night on, my aunt was the one who raised me. On the night of my seventeenth birthday, my aunt Marie went to join my parents. She had suffered with leukemia for the last two years. I've been on my own ever since.
Just like the garden, my name is Serenity Rose. I am twenty seven years old. This is the day that I die.
Chapter 1
It is the dawn of morning ember, as I am greeted by the sunlight, peeking through the oaken trees, into my bedroom, to where I laid, as if Mother Nature was kindly telling that it is time for me to wake up. As I arose from my bed, I glanced swiftly at my clock hanging on the wall; it wasn't even a minute past six. The house was dead quiet, and a gentle draft swept through the halls, passing the many bedrooms, all of which had been empty for many years. I had never gotten used to it, if only there was someone else here, someone to love then perhaps I wouldn't feel so lonely every morning.
So I head to my closet and I put on my white silk blouse along with my black pressed jeans, I grabbed my coat and I proceeded to go downstairs to where I was greeted by my retriever Scarlet. Scarlet is only nine yet she still acts like a pup, so hyper in the morning yet in fact she reminds me a lot of myself when I was a child.
Grabbing my T.S. Elliot poetry collection off the counter, I proceeded out the front door with Scarlet by my side. I continued my way to my garden outside, near the angle statue, a bench to where I sat.
I must have read for hours for the time was now nine. I was greeted by my good friend Rachael as she was heading off to work. Rachael and I have been good friends since we were in high school but we also work at the same job, for she is the CEO of a federal corporation that was once owned by my father that I now own. The company is called, 'Second Chance Banking.' We've always walked to work together. I know sure we could drive there or arrive there in a limousine, but that's just not us; we've always been old fashion, I guess.
"Hey Rose!" Rachael called out for me from the other side of the fence. Rose has always been my nickname since as long as we've been friends. "Oh hey Rachael, come on in the gates unlocked." I replied as she entered the garden through the gate with great anticipation; she was greeted by Scarlet who tries to jump up onto her. She pet Scarlet, showing her some gentle loving. Rachael looks up at me sitting here on the bench, with joyous spark in her eyes as in mine, we then begin to talk.
"I hope you're having a good morning?" said Rachael. "Oh, I am." I replied as I gave a slight giggle. "Are you ready for work?" she asks me as I had put my book into my bag. "Sure, let's go." I said as I gave a friendly nod right when I put my bag over my shoulder. I got up and joined Rachael's walk out through the gate and when I turn around to lock up, that's when I notice Scarlet giving me those sad eyes again.
Joining Rachael, we proceeded to walk. I notice a white delivery van driving past us; I turned my head to see where it was heading but it didn't go too far, instead it had parked across the street from my house. I thought nothing of it, perhaps just dropping off a package for me or someone else. Rachael and I continue to talk as we were walking to the subway. We were laughing with joyous jest as we were having a time of our lives, like always. People would say how Rachael and I are like sisters whenever we get together. We hardly fought or show remorse towards one another. Well, I guess I could say that she's the only family I got.
An interesting topic....To write the book, just continue to write....Never STOP....give some breathing space for the topic....you will gain an insight over the days and you will automatically revise and update.....all the best!
I like paranormal books and this one seems like a good read. I'm not sure if it would fall under paranormal, but its definitely interesting. Let me know if publish it.
I like the idea and your prose is crisply written. I will await more before commenting further
Interesting, but is this to be a poetry book?
Interesting but you need it on a writers site it seems odd on a poetry sight...Reading Jane Austin and Steven King will help you lots of reading thats the way to go ..keep at it...regards