Its short....but are you intrigued? do you want to keep readng?
I've had a story in my head for YEARS like since freshman year, and i've decided to take th bull by the horns and commit it to paper. I don't have a title, probably wont till its done, but how does this little paragraph make you feel?
Honest opinions, it is a work in progress so i'll take anything you want to throw at me
It was only June and already, everyone wished summer was over. Rain had not fallen in what felt like months and the ground was hard, standing proof of the driving blaze coming from the unforgiving sun. Only a few cows were left, both bone-dry and eating off the weeds in the old, yellow, lifeless fields behind the once great home of Benjamin Foster. The clapboard was washed out and in dire need of a new coat of paint. Shudders hung from their hinges, no one bothering to re-hang them. The once stunning gardens of roses, begonias, iris and crawling ivy had withered away and left behind only skeletal ruins, reminders of this once great estate. The only small patch of life left stood before the proud, decrepit manor; its white head burst forth in the heat. A lifeline that promised Kalista, in only a few short weeks, maybe even days…food would be on the table again, and taxes could be paid. A cluster of cotton plants stood, flourishing in the summer sun.