Beast

Hey yall!!! While trying to get my first book published, entitled Beast, here is a little excerpt from one of the chapters. Tell me what you think :)

The sun was setting as supper was being served. It was the day of my fifth birthday. I was finally allowed to eat at the dining table with Mother and Papa. I always dreamt of this day. While I was outside playing with our cat, Mother called me in to wash up. As I ran in the castle, a huge smile came on my face. The sky was filled with pinks and oranges. There were little clouds in the sky which made it that much more beautiful.

 I ran up the steps to the door. When I got there, my mother gave me a squeeze and kissed my forehead. My mother was beautiful. Her hair was golden like the sun. She always wore it up because “it would get in the way” she told me. Only on special occasions would she wear it down. Her eyes were a deep sea blue color. She always had a smile on her face not matter what she was doing. She was tall and very elegant. That day she was wearing a purple gown with beaded flowers. I loved running my fingers on the beads on her gowns when she held me.

The castle had big wooden doors. I had a hard time opening them and had to have help all the time. There were many rooms in the castle. Most of which I had no idea what was in them. Papa had a room for almost everything. He did business in a few of them. I was never allowed in there because Papa worked really hard and at times I could be a nuisance according to Mother.

There were many stairways that would lead you to different parts of the castle. Paintings were numerous, especially of our family; from my great-great-great grandpa to me. The newest picture was painted for my birthday. I had to wear nice clothes that morning for the artist to paint the picture of me. The shirt I had to wear was itchy. I wore a loose fitting light blue dress shirt with black pants. Mother said the blue brought out my eyes. I had to stand for a long time; I could be impatient easily. This painting was in the hallway on the way to the dining room. It was the last picture on the wall. And it was the first painting of me alone. We have had many paintings of my parents and me, so it was weird standing there all alone. But it meant that I was growing up.

As I walked past the picture and into the dining room, Papa was already seated at the head table. The dining table was located by the windows on the right of the room. I loved having the windows open because it brought in the smell of roses.