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Resolved Question: how does my story sound?
writing a short story hows the starting sound?
The city was quiet, almost peaceful. But silence was overrated. Something John Michaels knew all to well. As he stared into the quite still water illuminated by the presence of the full moon, he caught a glimpse of his reflection. His former self and identity he would no longer cling to. His thick brown hair, eyes to match and even his five o’clock shadow. It all now meant nothing. No one would ever gaze upon his true face again. His medium build and height would be all that would link him to them. Human he was no longer. He looked human but inside was different. Not his organs or muscles but his feelings. He was now an outsider a freak, he felt, alone. John’s eyes left the water and gazed at his hands that he held shaking in front of him. Hands of a killer covered in the blood of his victim. This blood that now stained his hands was the first of many stains to come. Of this fact John had come to realize. He had gained control of the power gifted to him and he now knew his purpose. He now realized his destiny was unlike any other being who walked this earth. John would now become a hero…
Once his mind was cleared and his trench coat tied up he stuffed his hands in his pockets and strolled slowly away from the river. His mind was racing, thoughts flooding every part of his conscience. “What would he wear”? , “Where would he go”? , “Was what he was doing right or wrong”? . The answers he didn’t have but he would need them fast of this he was sure. As he continued walking home he realized that any form of costume was out of the question. He needed to blend in but also needed a mark to be feared by. A name was something of importance; all great heroes had names. This all came to mind but really in this cold-hearted city where nobody cared for anyone but himself or herself was there any need for a hero. What’s the point of saving the lost? John knew though in his heart that he was given a gift and that he had to use it no matter what.
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Resolved Question: What do you think of my writing prologue?
So I know you do not know what happened, or who any of the characters are. I know – its supposed to be like that. It is like a Preface, trying to get your interested to read the book. Anyway, any constructive criticism or advice is welcome. I recently wrote this, as all my other (highly edited) stuff is on my other computer, and I wanted to see if people would actually help me. This is not apart of the novel I am writing, and I am not afraid of copy writers – three paragraphs isn’t going to get them anywhere!
We tore through the abandoned streets, our bare feet pattering on the cold, gray stone walk way. The icy air bit at our bare flesh as we ran through the back streets of London. The steady falling snow grew heavier as we ran on, my wish that the snow would cover our tracks was granted. My bare legs and feet ached as we sprinted through the narrow streets, hand in hand, not daring to look back. The buildings that we past were lifeless, no lights in the windows, nor shadows in the windows to witness us. I stopped as we turned the corner onto another street, collapsing into the snow, not noticing the blanket of snow that covered me. He ushered me on, squeezing my hand with reassurance as I began to slow, reminding me that we had to keep going. I looked over at his pale face, snow caught in his eyelashes, his blue eyes pleading with me to not stop running. I took a deep breath of the cold air, and nodded, and we ran again.
Our breaths came heavily now, we panted as we dashed under the bridge, but our destination was more than near now. Knowing this was what kept me running, knowing that a warm fire was waiting, I could almost feel the heat tickle my skin as I thought about it. Another surge of energy boiled under my skin as I let go of his hand, and sprinted again, my feet skillfully dodging between the rocks, the river to our left thrashing around, threatening us. I continued to teeter between the large jagged rocks that poked up from the ground. I could sense his quiet presence behind me, a reassurance came along with his heavy breaths, a comfort. He caught up to me, grabbing my hand once more, as we made a sharp right turn.
We stood in front of what appeared to be a small cliff, but I knew better – I knocked three times against the bark that was placed against the cliff. A small blond child opened the peep-hole her face lightening up as recognition set in, but her eyes were careful, she did not know who was with me. I smiled, the message that I sent was clear, it was safe, she nodded in response. The carefully hidden door opened, as we stepped into our warm home, our limbs slowly began to thaw, as I dragged him into the room with me, more than thankful to know we were safe. He twirled me around, so I was facing his face, his cheeks red from the biting winds, but his eyes were still filled with love as they met mine. His other hand found mine, as he pulled me in closer.
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Voting Question: is this good for part of a teen love story im writing. please dont ignore the question?
it’s called ‘bleeding love’, and its nothing to do with the leona lewis song. this scene starts of with a boy and his girl trying to get somewhere peacefull to sit with each other, and then kiss for the 1st time.
“Yo, sorry to disturb ya. Any chance you could let us through to the fountain area? I’m showing Tulisia around the school, and that’s the only place I haven’t taken her. As a favour?”
“I can’t, sorry.”
I disappointingly sighed. I don’t blame her: she’s just doing her job. Tulisia walked away politely without hesitation, I followed behind her.
“But… seem’s as though you’re my star pupil, I’ll make an exception. Just don’t tell anyone.” She led us through to the door on the other side of the classroom. It squeaked open- deafeningly. The small area seemed more colourful once I stepped foot in it. It was a really different place to the rest of the school: the rest of the school is dirty, greasy, broken; while this part is like a magical land of fairytales. The area was a triangle shape: as it was in the corner of the school grounds. It had three greatly decorated oak benches, one on each side; 3 limestone fountains, two at the front, and one behind (the one behind was a large lion, with the water being squirted from it’s mouth, and caught the water in its tale which wrapped several times around it); and there was a smooth limestone path running down the middle. And for better scenery, like a few days ago- the sun’s out; the clouds have disappeared; and the birds are gently tweeting in the sky up above. Charming, beautiful, and romantic.
We took the bench nearest to the door. For a few minutes we heard nothing but the sound of silence- not because we didn’t have anything to talk about; but because we were thinking. I don’t know what she’s thinking about; but I’m thinking about her. Tulisia broke the silence with a low yawn, and then she leaned her head against my shoulder. “Ya tired?” I mumbled; I was tired too.
“Can’t wait to get home.” She whispered distortedly. Her beautiful blue eye’s closed. “About a month ago I had a dream about you.”
“How could’ve it been me: the first time I saw you was outside my place a few days ago,” I confusingly questioned, unsure of what she was talking about.
“I really don’t know. But, it was definitely you!”
We both sat puzzled. I was slightly more confused than her, as I’m the one who’s just found out. But what is she talking about? “What was it about?”
“We met for the first time next to a river. We got to know each other well, we talked, we walked. Then it got dark, and I decided to head back to my place, but I was scared- on my own anyway: it was pitch black and dreary. So you came along.
“I was leading, and I got us lost. We wandered around for a few minutes, and found nothing but a nearby Inn. We slept there for the night… together. We became hypnotised in love and joy. Then… I woke up… unfortunately. I was kinda upset about the dream ending when I woke up.”
“You don’t have to dream ‘bout us being together: I love you. More than anything. What I’ve felt in a couple of hours with you is like a lifetime of never-ending love. All my life I thought I knew true love; but then I met you… and then you showed me what true love really is. I used to think love was about money and thrills, and days out. But love is a feeling: if you think you can crush mountains; if you think you can make balls of fire from the palms of your hands; if you think you can blast off higher than N.A.S.A- then you’re in love. I’ve been with you for a few hours, and already I would give my life for you. I love ya.”
Her eyes opened wide, they were about to explode due to the amount of love and joy in them. She turned to face me, but this time there wasn’t a smile: she looked like she was about to cry… cry of happiness. She’s usually difficult to read; it’s usually hard to tell what she’s thinking. But this time I know: she knows that she’s found the love of her life at long last. Like I said, love is like a feeling. And now, I’m ‘feeling’ more than ever before. It’s as if I can take on every man on this planet. It’s as if I’m immortal, like I can live for a million years. I feel like a true white magician- like I’ve just pulled heaven down to Earth, and finally, all the darkness in my dreary life has been lit up.
Now I’ve realised that my life is worth living. I’ve got something priceless. That something is worth more than every diamond on this planet; infact, forget diamonds, that something is worth more than this entire planet. That something is obviously Tulisia. She’s so bright she makes the sun look dark.
“I love you,” I softly whispered. “I love you so much.” She glared into my eyes again and shuffled up close to me.
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