You may have read this before - but here's the first 200 (or 189) words of my YA Magical Realism novel, THE GLASS PRINCE:
Strange images started to pop in front of my face, as if some phantom turned page after page of a photo album too close to my eyes. I shoved my head back into the chair cushion and scanned the room for this personal-space invader. I wanted to see how he managed to juggle those images in one hand, while whacking me senseless with the other. My head ached something fierce. But, I was definitely alone in the living room. I still heard Mom tinkering in the kitchen. I tried to blink the images and the pain away.
Blink one. The leather chair I curled up in turned into some gaudy four-poster bed.
Blink two. I sat in my chair again.
Blink three. I recognized the white-steel front door. Mom’s ugly dried-flower wreath hung from it.
Blink four. The door changed to a gray plank with a nail sticking out of the middle, and dipped candles on a string hung there.
I clenched my eyes shut and rubbed my temples.
“Mom,” I yelled.
“Honey?” she called back. Her voice sounded small, muffled, as if I had cotton in my ears.
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