Post the first three paragraphs of your novels!

[Kiara_Skylar100]

This is the prologue for my Tapas Novel.
Her name is Atyri Kerst. Her father is passed and mourned away. Her mother is gone. Her safe place is at Winter Derson High. She was Kerst and still is.

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His name is Nathaniel Majicc. His family is in poverty. His parents depend on him to have study hard and help them. He lives in New York City. He was Majicc and still is.

A Magical Curse :: Prologue | Tapas

[VersionXV]

The hour had arrived, after thirteen years of development without any pause, the biggest project of the year had finally been completed. The 923.365.485.541.021.144.536.988 people present beat their excited palms as they watched the central holograms unfold. The huge figure of a purple eye was formed and along with it the screams began. The eye moved away as if from a camera and then the rest of the aberrant body could be seen. A floating creature with a large eye, a mouth with sharp teeth, two tentacles with pointed toes and wearing a lizard costume of dubious quality gave a strange laugh.

“What do inferior beings of the XLVII century look like?!” he shouted and the audience went crazy.

“Finally we will start today's main event! And...” it began to collide their eyeballs of the tentacles.

“Today we honor the rise of a historical figure for the RPG and for the group of ARES: The Great Dictator that took us out of the dark age of the XXI!” He pulled out his chest and gave a military salute.

[RavenRose124]

Going back I was really curious on how much was said within the first three paragraphs... I actually sighed in relief because I'm actually really content with the selection, it really sums up and hints at the key points in the background story of this step-father and step-son pair. Of course there are many more characters and types of relationships to explore in upcoming chapters so I hope you enjoy ^w^

His knees fit perfectly into the bottom of his too large black and purple hoodie. His stepfather was rambling on cheerfully in the kitchen, but Vivian just sat on the couch with his eyes closed. Theodore had decided by himself that moving would be a good change of pace for the two of them. Vivian disagreed. He shrunk further into his hoodie, hiding his clenched violet eyes that were underlined with dark circles. The hood providing an extra layer on top of his pitch black wavy bangs.
‘What’s wrong kiddo?” Theodore had come over, still wearing his frilly plaid apron that Vivian had made for him in first grade. Even though Theodore had been scrubbing dirty dishes only moments ago, the apron barely had any dirt or water on it.
Vivian was already a sophomore in high school, but Theodore had insisted that he would treasure everything Vivian had ever made for him. Maybe that was part of the reason Vivian had decided to follow Theodore during the divorce a year ago, even though they had no blood relation and their personalities seemed to be complete opposites. Theodore actually cared and paid attention to what Vivian did.

SSBLFF (See Soulmates Becoming a Lovely Future Family) | Tapas

[WillisAuthor]

I gripped the silver dagger, La Dame d’Croc tighter. Like droplets of blood across the blade, my eyes reflected my desire for its destruction. The ornate hilt’s laughing skulls and vines dug into my palm. Tilting the keen blade, a long-forgotten language made itself known. This is the tool for the rite of passage for the next generation of bloodeaters. It was my duty, the next in-line to be King of The Court to protect it with my life. I didn’t care to inherit the wretched thing. Tonight, in my honor, a masquerade party whispered from the lower levels of the manor. The sense of jubilation resonating from the guests was a growing friction of heat against my soul.

I intend on ending the centuries-old tradition of bloodeating with my abdication from the throne. My father’s advisors would likely imprison me if they knew of my intentions. They would claim the pacifist daemons of The Court or even human ideals from The Tower were to blame. The truth is simpler. What little historical records survive amongst the royal library tell me the story of betrayal and ascension to a never-ending civil war. The House had turned on those it had promised to protect and devoured them for their power. Thus, the tradition of eating the blood of humans was born with the use of the magical blade in my hand and I wanted nothing to do with it.

“Are you not joining the celebration, Dante?” The voice belonged to Viceroy Falco, a sinister bastard who was also a revered war hero. “Ah, I see they handed the La Dame d’Croc over to you. Mmm, The Fanged Lady, such a wonderful name for a blade.”

Keep reading here:

Prince's Priest | Tapas

[Drewbie]

In the beginning all that existed was void. From within this vast, endless chaos, was born a Goddess. After spending millions of years alone the woman began to understand her powers, and with her great strength she molded the void. When she was done a lush green earth was created, full of animals frolicking and playing. However, as if sensing her great power, the animals feared her and once again the goddess was plunged into the darkness of solitude.

With one final call for help the Goddess ventured farther into the void than she had ever been. After years of aimless drifting the woman finally returned, twelve young children walking by her side. One half of the children baring wings and the other half horns, each of varying number.

As the children grew so did their powers, and as did their rivalry. The only thing they truly agreed on was that when their mother had returned from the void the only bit of sanity she had retained was left behind. They weren't the only ones to notice either. The primitive humans not only feared their creator, they resented her. The crazed Goddess ravaged the land of her own making. Floods and tornadoes ripped through the terrain daily.

God's Vessel | Tapas

I hope I did this right I'm new to the forums

[qrt]

Thank you for the thread! The first three paragraphs seem to make my MC seem much cooler than they actually are haha

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"You're in for something good," Fortune tells me, hovering over her arrangement of tarot cards. In the corner, the battery-run wall clock ticks along. The sirens in the streets below call out as police cars pass by, lights of blue and red dancing against the white walls stuck with aged posters and step-by-step manuals, but never touching the long white drapery of her A-line skirt, and never tracing across the thick curls on her head. "It's going to change your life, especially if you're bold."

I snap my gum glumly and rub my nose. The air is cold, and the guard jacket I've draped over my shoulders isn't enough to keep my nose from itching. "Cool." Slouching in my chairs even a little more, hugging my arms around myself, I gaze outside the glass windows.

It's midnight, the night of the good nights, and it's graduation night. There's a party in the Institute's auditorium, a pretentious skyscraper tall dome with sharp angles. Even up here, in a watchtower, I can hear the music booming across the entirety of the city. It's the last night of regulation for a lot of us; it's the first night of freedom.

Last Call | Tapas

[Maps]

Looks right to me! And welcome to the forums!!!

[Cronaj]

A new romance novel I started, Silent Nocturne.

Silent Nocturne | Tapas

He awoke that day feeling like his heart had been replaced with a sharp rock. It wasn’t so much physical as it was mental, but even still, it was painful to claw his way out of bed. He had awakened with this feeling of dread very frequently as of late, with an oppressive anxiety constricting his chest, often with no direct cause or explanation.

David would spend countless hours of the night staring at the shadows of the ceiling, waiting, wishing to fall asleep soon, so that his mind could put away its constant worries for a few hours of beautiful nothingness. When his eyes finally grew tired enough, he’d fall asleep at last, only to awaken a few hours later far before his alarm was supposed to go off. Then he’d stare at the ceiling again, tossing and turning, trying to find the optimal position for sleep. Only, once he was awake, it was nearly impossible to fall back into blissful slumber. If he was lucky, he’d get a full two hours of broken rest altogether before his alarm blared on his phone telling him it was time to begin the day.

The obnoxious jingle had no way of knowing that he’d already watched the sunrise and the first several cars beep their way through the twilit streets and the rattle of the earliest train on its way to transport commuters.

[auburnmorrow]

(What I'm working on right now!)
Miles Geller shitting his pants in the first grade was the second most painful moment of my life. He never admitted to the dirty deed. All day, he just lived in his own funk as if he wasn’t a freaking animal and stunk up our corner of the classroom. During math, he turned slowly towards me, looked me directly in the eyes and I wailed, tears pouring down my face. Everyone called me a cry baby for years after that.

Miles Geller was spared the shame.

The most painful moment of my entire life was unfolding right in front of me.

Derek asked me out, which to me, took guts and that level of confidence was attractive. He sat across the table from me sporting a puffy jacket and a backwards hat. The hat should have warned me. Clothes spoke to me. They told me everything I needed to know. I wore a pair of high waisted skinny jeans and a plain big sweater underneath a jean jacket I found at Goodwill. This outfit told everyone that I expected a food baby later and I wanted to hide it. In this, I’m comfortable. Approachable. Maybe down for a nap.

30 Day Trial Period (GXG) | Tapas

From the other side of the beach, Ed Sheeran’s “Thinking Out Loud” was playing and I wished it wasn’t. I always liked that song and now, the night ruined it. For the rest of my life, I would correlate that love song to the moment I broke up with Joshua Taylor.

Josh looked down at his heart like I stuck a knife through it.

“I’m sorry,” I said past the swollen lump in my throat. What else could I say? I didn’t know how to transform my words into the Band-Aid that could fix his broken heart.

Josh shook his head and fingered his shoulder length hair back. Joshua Taylor crawled out of the ocean one day. Some say he was born with an ugly puka necklace around his neck. Some say he learned to surf before he learned to walk. If this island, Star-Catcher could live inside a human body, it’d find itself in Joshua Taylor.

Star Chasers | Tapas

[Psychobott]

The day was out, eleven was ticking in the clock, and Maxen Payne already had a goofy smile on his face.

It was odd, he was a night owl. Usually, on weekends, it'd take three in the morning for him to go to bed and one in the afternoon for his wake up call. But this was different. This day was special.

He stared at the large paned window of the La Cielo Cafe, waiting for his man, Julian.

JULIAN {Psychological Yaoi}

[TOTO]

(A Candid Conversation between a certain Polish Composer and a Fugitive Witch)

Chopin's Penny (A Love Story in History) :: Marriage D'Amour ~ (Adaggio) | Tapas

[Zaboem]

I won't have the internet access to start it until the weekdays, but I've decided to put together that anthology of our samples. I'll do it if I can get -- say five volunteers. I need four or five novelists who want their first page shared. 3 paragraphs is a good guudeline, but some writers use very short paragraphs and some long, so I'll set a hard upper limit of 500 words per submission.

Speak up amd tell me that you are participating. Then we can work out details like the title.

[LordLacroix]

1
The Case of the Man in the Tree - Things that go bumping in the night

It was already past midnight when my favorite anime song broke the silence in my bedroom.

Without asking permission, the loud sound of the phone interrupted my sleep, waking me up right when I was enjoying a pleasant dream.

After a long and boring day at my office.

From Grotheske

Grotheske | Tapas

And

My name is Lauren Ellis and I am an outcast.

Sounds weird?

Well, it gets weirder:

From Space Caravels

Space Caravels - Exyle in Space | Tapas

Those in the second are not exactly big paragraphs but it is how the story starts.

[spicy_sweets]

This sounds funnnn.

A small pair of black feathered wings sprouted from Kumo's back. He stepped in front of the sobbing boy who saw him as a guardian angel descending from heaven.

Crimson eyes accompanied by a series of huffs drew their attention to the hallway. Lurking on the other side of the wingless child's home was a beast whose indistinguishable silhouette watched them. Rather than to say it hid in the shadows, it instead was a living epitome of unilluminated space. Every spot of darkness was its to control. It was a blanket growing larger as it grasped at anything light couldn't reach.

More broken whimpers escaped the boy's mouth. The angel looked back, giving a warm smile. "Don't worry," he said to calm the young one's thoughts, "I'll protect you."

Good Night | Tapas

[mavenplaysminecraft]

My father rubbed his temples, frustrated by the conversation we are having. For the first time I noticed how tired my dads eyes were.

"We have been at peace for over four centuries Kana you need to understand how delicate this situation is and how carefully we must handle this!" I knew that, our Northern Kingdom had been in a decades long war with the Southern Kingdom centuries ago. Stories have been passed down about how brutal it was and the amount of innocent civilians slaughtered. Because of this our kingdoms have kept their peace but have never fully resided in tranquility because of the polar ways of leading their people each nation had.

"They are killing the dragon's Father! The South is crossing dangerous territory for no reason, and we are supposed to sit here and do nothing! It has been weeks since this started happening 14 dragons are already dead!" The dragons deaths were caused by Southern arrows that are laced with lethal poison. My heart ached at the thought of all of them suffering for the long hours they did while the poison took affect.

Link: https://tapas.io/series/To-Protect-Dragons-

[OttoGruenwald]

I stand as a statue among statues. I am one more gargoyle in a collection of gargoyles. I watch and am watched across a distance filled with perfumed air and gentle laughter. Rooms away, a jazz band strikes up a modern tune. With hearing beyond that of man or beast, I hear Lorna floors above frightening guests with tales of her latest acquisitions from South America.

I can always find Lorna’s voice no matter the surrounding noise. She is always the one graceful note amid a cacophony.

Lorna shows them the shrunken head from Borneo. Men gasp. Women scream. And then there is laughter. It is, after all, only a small, dead thing from half a world away. It is a tamed fear like the Bantu spears on the wall, the French guillotine in the corner, the Grand Guignol poster by the stairwell with a woman menaced by a masked maniac, and the etching titled Hell by Eduard Wiiralt by the window depicting nightmarish humanoid faces staring out from their black world.

The Trespasser and the Architects of Dreams | Tapas

[Zaboem]

While the captain shouted orders to unroll hoses from the fire truck, Candide ignored these instructions. Axe in hand, he charged towards the barn doors. He found the doors locked. His axe blade cut through the wooden obstacle like a hot chainsaw through butter. Smoke as thick as the ocean surf poured over him, but inward he marched. A nervous crowd formed around the barn as firefighters poured their liquid determination into the building. A line of animals stampeded forth from of the portal which Candide had opened.

Through the smoke, none noticed the flying saucer which drew closer in the sky over them.

Minutes passed. Then Candide emerged, carrying a newborn calf in his arms. Had the calf been forged of gold, it could not have caused a more worshipful rejoicing from the crowd. Women swooned as in the stories of older times. Old men waved their canes in the air so enthusiastically that some lost their balance and were claimed by gravity. The stormy sky itself cracked a thunderous applause of appreciation. The crowd shouted cheers but could only find one word worthy of their emotion, so they shouted that word over and over: “Candide! Candide! Candide!” Never, never had any seen a man so deserving of this praise. They knew it was glorious simply to be alive at the same time as Candide and breath the same molecules of air that he might have breathed just minutes before.

Alien Fiction | Tapas

[nostalgicroxas]

I just realized I hadn't put up some of my other story's bits so here's one before I head to sleep.

A young boy and his family were taking a break at the beach during their summer holiday. Even though it was the morning, the sun made the sand very hot so its grit would burn.

The kind mother with her long brown hair was watching after the two little girls as they played in the shallows.

Farther off at the rocks was the tall father with his black hair wet from water fighting with his two sons.

Kaitei Niou | Tapas

[zionbrink]

As every great sci-fi movie has told us “time is not linear”. Rather ongoing, parallel diverging lines. In reality, it’s more like layers of tracing paper added on top of each other. While you cannot see the previous pages, they’re still there, existing in their own sense of time and space. Now, what if one could slip through these pages, even if only briefly? We would say they had lost touch with reality. Seeing things that aren’t there, even talking to these ‘ghosts’ of both the future and past.

Schizophrenia is a chronic mental disorder that affects how a person behaves, thinks and sees the world. People with schizophrenia often lose touch with reality and can’t distinguish what is real. They often have hallucinations because of their disorder. They misdiagnosed me with it because I found out I wasn’t hallucinating... I fell through the pages of reality and time itself.

Every morning I had woken up, taken my medication, gone to school, come home and then drifted to sleep. I knew I couldn’t be normal. So I pushed out the real world and built my own. That in itself had its own problems but as I got older it seemed to hurt to be alone. It became a feeling of hollow nonchalant-ness. In a state of melancholy, I had given up and became forgetful with my medication. It turned into an on-again-off-again relationship with it. (Because I couldn’t care about anything in a world as bleak as mine.) My routine was to come home to my cave and watch anime like the hermit I was. Until one day, I had run out of medication while my parents were away. I sat and gazed while all the characters lived the façade that was my entertainment.

Lost in the Pages | Tapas

[Drewbie]

In the beginning, all that existed was void. From within this vast, endless chaos, was born a Goddess. Alone, she ponded why she was born, what her purpose was. Until finally, she realized, she was the creator. With her purpose answered she began to understand and embrace her powers. Wielding her great strength, she molded the void. When she was done, lush green earth was born. Upon the world, she brought to life companions to help ease her solitude. Thousands of different animals frolicking and playing. As she gazed upon her creation she felt longing. She too wanted to play with the doe and swim with the fish. However, as if sensing her great power, the animals feared her and once again the goddess was plunged into the darkness of solitude.

With one final call for help, despite the risk, the Goddess ventured farther into the void than she had ever gone before. For years she drifted aimlessly, uncertain of what she was looking for. but one day the woman finally returned, twelve young children, walking by her side. One-half of the children baring wings and the other half horns, each of varying number.

As the children grew so did their powers, and as did their rivalry. Every day they would argue, unable to every pick a clear winner. The only thing they truly agreed on was that when their mother had returned from the void the only bit of sanity she had retained was left behind. They weren't the only ones to notice either. The primitive humans not only feared their creator. They resented her. Since returning from the void, the previously loving mother who had cradled the world to her chest now ravaged her creation. Natural disasters ripped through the world every day. Those not taken by the storms were strangled by famine.

God's Vessel | Tapas

Posting again cause I reworked my intro and there is a lot more stuff in the novel now