Openings from my books, plus standalone short stories that don't live anywhere else.
From Stitched Stories
Present day:
I stare at the tattered dragon plush sitting with a cheerful expression on my shelf. My eyes lit up with gratitude, and I looked at my two best friends sleeping in the sleeping bags beside mine. Once again, I look to the dragon. I smile and think to myself. How is it possible that I could ever be this lucky?
From Stitched Stories
The rain seeped through the previously warm roof of my family's burrow. My brothers and sisters and I huddled together, yet we shivered. Our home was protected no more.
From Stitched Stories
Nova woke up abruptly, startled by the sudden and loud ticking of the morning-clock.
“It's time.” She thought. Her aunt would finally teach her the ways of witchcraft and how to carry on the extraordinarily high bar of her family's legacy. And Nova had set an even higher bar for herself. Ever since her parents lost a fight against an infant dragon and passed away, Nova had been determined to win every battle, master every spell, and not end up like her predecessors: disgraced and frowned upon.
From Stitched Stories
Michael ate his hotel breakfast at the buffet with his mom, dad, and sister. His plate was loaded with many things: pancakes, eggs, pastries, and a glass of orange juice. He could only finish half of it before declaring to family that he was full. It wasn't entirely because the food was so heavy, but also because Michael was so excited about this vacation. He and his family were staying in a cozy, small, and lively town right next to the ocean.