Dominic Ricci has recently self-published his first novel, Frost, which is available on Amazon. This youth, an individual I can relate to when it comes to being young and trying to get your name in the writing industry, has taken the step many adults will not even take, attempting to publish and market yourself to your target audience. Using CreateSpace, he is attempting to step into the writing universe.
Passage from Frost
“As Andrew neared the crest of one of the hills that his house lay between, he realized that something was wrong. There was a large amount of smoke billowing up from the area where his house would be. Furrowing his brow in concern, Andrew started walking a little faster up the hill in order to see what was happening. As he got closer to the top of the hill, Andrew had the acrid stench of burning wood fill his nose, and he had to cough because some of the smoke got into his lungs. Once he finally got to the top of the hill, Andrew looked down at what was happening.
His house was burning. Bursts of flame shot more and more smoke into the already giant black and gray cloud that lay above the building. One wall facing away from Andrew was almost entirely burnt down, allowing fire to stretch out from it almost as if grasping for the air that lay around. The blaze was across the entire house, though not on the area around it, and made the house look like it was being grasped by a hand of fire straight from hell that wouldn’t let go.
The smoke rising from the burning house stung Andrew’s widening eyes. Despite this, he did not turn away, but simply continued staring at the spectacle of his house before him. Andrew’s hands were at his sides, useless in a situation like this. The house was between him and the driveway, but Andrew could still see his parents’ car on the other side. As the realization slowly dawned that his parent’s were probably still inside, Andrew was dumbstruck by it. Suddenly time seemed to slow for him, and he thought about all the times that he had spent with his parents. Slowly, tears started to drip down his face, and they weren’t from the stinging smoke in his eyes.
Taking a shaky step forward, Andrew felt like his entire body was made of lead. Nothing moved the way he wanted it to. Andrew wanted to run down to his house and attempt to dig his parents out of the burning wreckage, but his body wouldn’t allow him to move. Another chunk of the house’s roof fell down, crushing the barbeque that Andrew’s dad had always used to make dinner. After seeing the fire continue to destroy his home bit by bit, Andrew took a slow, shuddering breath. As he continued to breath slowly his body relaxed, allowing Andrew to regain control of his petrified limbs.”
Dominic Ricci enjoys science fiction and fantasy novels, and has since he was very young. When in eighth grade, he began dipping into writing, starting with fan fiction short stories centering video games, including classic Halo. Dominic follows his interest in story telling by participating in video games, movies, books, and other forms of media, and trying to appreciate each for their individualized qualities. Dominic currently resides in Sacramento, California, and you can reach him at firstname.lastname@example.org.