Here is the beginning of my ghost story SHATTERED. I don't want to give too much away, but it's about a girl who escaped death, and now has to pay the consequences. It's more contemporary than paranormal, but we'll see how his turns out.
The branches of the tree span out into the horizon, casting dark shadows on the ground. This is where my life changed forever. I pressed my hand against the aging bark, and remember all the things I have tried so hard to forget.
Back then, running away seemed like the easiest thing in the world. Especially if you had a car with a full tank of gas, like we had. With all of the things we didn't want to leave behind, the four of us got in the car, and drove away, promising never to look back.
"Never look back," I whispered, falling to my knees. Leaves danced around me in hopeless abandon, as the wind tugged at the ends of my hair. I could feel the cold, wet earth through my jeans.
For the first time in what seemed like a thousand years, I looked into their eyes, and I said what Wes said before my life faded to black: I'm sorry.
Deep down I knew that there was more I could have said, but those words were the only ones that felt right to say.
"Reese." A hand fell on my shoulder. It was the same hand that held mine during the funeral. The same hand that gave me back the world, when I really didn't want it. My mother was annoying at times, but she was what kept me alive.
"I'm ready," I said, getting to my feet. Brushing the dirt and the leaves off of my pants, I turned to meet her gaze, and sighed. "Let's go."