"The Night House" Novel- 1st Scene

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Hey all. I know I haven't been posting on here regularly, but life has been crazy busy! Did want to share this with you, I know some of you know this, but a couple of months ago I finally finished the novel I had been writing since my junior year of high school. I am currently in the editing phase, and have several friends and knowledgeable people looking through it as well. I thought I would post the opening scene and share with you what was such a big part of my life for several years.

As I edit, I am already planning my second novel and can't wait to begin work on it here soon! Thanks for the support!!

The Night House
By: Ethan Kinkle
Chapter 1
The tide began to roll in slowly, leaving a thin line on the sand, marking its travels. As the moon shone brilliantly, miles in the sky, it left a pale white echo on the water as it glistened on the shore. Every wave, every movement of the ocean though very similar to the casual eye, was remarkably varied in its actions. It makes it very easy to fall in love with the land and everything that surrounds it.

An angelic chill filled the air as a cool wintry mist began to fall on the beach. As the snowflakes fell onto the wet sand, they melted instantly, leaving no trace behind. But to those who watched the snowfall, it was a beautiful sight to be seen.

Alexandra Durand stepped outside, her bare feet sinking into the cold sand. She gazed out at the water as it cast its spell forty feet from where she stood. She began to walk slowly toward the shore, her white lace nightgown flowing violently in the wind. A small brown shell sat embedded in the sand to the right of her steps. She clasped her hands and looked out to sea and closed her eyes, her mind thoughtless for an instant.

The wind whipped through her dark brown hair, sending stands flying in front of her face. She was oblivious to this and to pretty much everything else in the world. Everything but her own thoughts, which for the most part were always racing, thinking about the miracle. The miracle that kept them together. The miracle that assured her things could never change, as they were fantastic the way they were.

After standing at the foot of the shore for nothing more than a minute of two, she began to walk the beach as she found it comforting. She had taken this path so many times that it was almost as familiar to her as the darkest places in her mind. Perhaps that’s why she had always come back, because she knew this stretch of sand more than any other place on earth.

And as she walked, she smiled as she thought about the miracle again. How fate would always play a role in her life and keeping it together, even in the darkest of times. And as her thoughts raced, she began to smile.

He had come home.

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