Introduction

This is the introduction to the beginning of the book that I want to start writing.

They say the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest. I say it tastes the sweetest at the first touch of the lips, then it turns sour, in a pleasant way that tartness brings. You keep chewing on that bite, despite the fact that you know how it will turn because that sweetness still lingers on your lips. There it lingers, like a screaming beacon of light of desire and of what could-be's. It overwhelms you. It drives you. It pushes you to actively engage and fall victim to its delicious sweetness, but then you recall the tartness still encasing your mouth, recalling not only the taste but also the way it affects your senses and your perception of the initial goodness of the fruit. This is how I felt about Isaiah, my forbidden fruit. 

Author's Note

I am open to constructive criticism.

Reviews

[The Raven]

You're off to a great start! I would like to read the rest. The opening is engaging with a good use of imagery. Your analogy between a forbidden fruit and the narrator's relationship with Isiah is beautifully done.

[labellevoyageuse]

Thank you so much for your input. I really appreciate it. I wanted to use an analogy that was very cliché, but then I wanted to break that cliché and give it a new twist. Do you think that maybe I should add more detail to create more of that image? This is just a rough draft, and I'm open to suggestions.