I started the prequel to my novella…haven’t even finished the first one yet
but this is the first 2 paragraphs
wrote a few more but i have writers block…inspiration comes with time and learning
well here it is
The story begins in the very diverse city of New Florence, New York. New Florence is a nice little town. On the outskirts of the Bronx, rests a nice medium sized city containing everything from friendly police officers to new-age High Schoolers. You can take a trip down North Avenue which starts near the water and continues through more urban, industrial and residential areas. There are all types of people in New Florence. Tall, black, young, old, white, short, skinny, overweight, to even entirely sexy and glamarous. Especially if you take a look down the road to Laramus College, a small private Catholic school resting right on the edge of the suburbs before the more urban area appears. You find beautiful young women of all descents. Italian, Irish and Latin being the most prevalent of the demogaphics considering what the religious background of the institution is. And in those demographics spoken of, and another, you find John James. A young character who was struggling with something. John James would aimlessly walk around campus as an angry, heap of mess with distaste for everything going on. But no one truly knew what was going on inside his head.
It was a day in Late January of 2011 when second semester had commenced at the theological establishment and institution. And everybody was talking. It’s like it was High School all over again, which is what happens when you’re placed with a gossipy bunch of New Yorkers in a smaller environment for a college atmosphere. The girls were saying “Maybe he’s doing drugs” in an old, hush, conservative manner. About John James that is… They almost sounded like a bunch of middle-aged to elderly women at your wealthy country club who had talked about the Mayor sleeping around with a girl their real age, not wanting to be the one responsible for the accusation of John James. No one from Laramus College had truly spoken with John James aside from his “clients” and his one true friend, an African-American student named Christian. Christian was quick and smart, trendy and tough, educated but street-smart. Christian was a cool guy. He was too smart for the weed, and too savvy for the beer. He knew what he was going to do with his life, and there wasn’t any screwing it up; although, he wasn’t afraid to get involved with shadier people like John James himself. Although despite it, he resisted his devious temptations.
and so on