Hi all,
We've been very quiet as we've been feeling a writers block. We are returning though and we'd like to prepare chapters in advance so please give us sometime. We've had a really good response so far and we hope you all continue to enjoy the story and where it goes. We have some interesting plans for this book. For now take a prompt I've written;
I was never the first in anything. Between me and my siblings, I was nothing special to my parents. I was never the first to walk, the first to talk, to say 'mommy', 'daddy'. I wasn't the first in classes no matter how hard I tried to be, nor was I ever able to win in sports. Not the first in spelling bee, in science fairs, in school contests. I could barely even get a place at talent shows. Definitely not the first in my family's heart's but how could they with so many other talented children around them.
He was the first to make me smile, the first to make me laugh, the first to give me joy as we danced in the wide green fields...the first to give me comfort in the hours that I most felt alone. Hours we spent together until I knew more of him than I did of me.
I was never able to be his first as he held another girl's hand and kept her in his warm arms, comforted her, kissed her, probably loved her. I wasn’t the first girl he walked home and said all those comforting words to.
Still his comfort and happiness gave me joy. He made me feel warm and not alone. But in return for all the joy he gave me, I was the first to make him cry those tears so bittersweet as he stood before my grave, placing down a single white lily flower. My favourite flowers. My first and last time receiving them. I always wanted to be the first in something. But now it's breaking my heart to be the first to love then hurt him.