Post by Syan 3 Point Oh on Apr 24, 2012 15:56:46 GMT -5
So this is a novel i just started writing. I'm aiming to become a famous author.
Edited a little thanks to superfish's expertise critique.
Let me know what you guys think.
Prologue;
We all exist in the boundaries of fate. Suffering, death, and pain abound, some of us living, most of us dead. I live today with my old friend from that terrible past of tragedy and inhumane suffering to re-tell the our story from its origin and let the world know that its time has come to an end.
Chapter one (not complete);
A scrap of paper lazily floated on the breeze, heading through a once vastly populated and cheerful town, now reduced to ashes and dust. The wind flung up layers of dirt and debris, sending it swirling into the silent air. It swam down hill where two lonely men sat in the ruins of their once joyous homes, the only stuff remaining was the stuff they had taken with them to war. One of them was strumming a guitar, his face warped into an expression of eternal sadness, the other with a look that shows he knows the cruelty of this world. The wind lifted their hair and then dropped it, hoping for a response from either of them, nothing, not even a blink or a sigh. They had grown accustomed to it, and no longer had the patience to deal with it. They glanced at each other and a conversation finally began.
"How could this be?" One asked.
The other looked down at his guitar and sighed, emotions running through his eyes, "Through our own stupidity, our life has been taken."
His eyes closed as the tears of pain, finally released from their chambers ran across his dirt covered face. As the tears fell to the ground, more drips of water fell. The air seemed to chill them to the bone, as drip by drip, the rain grew.
The other looked into the air his once silky and full of life hair, being pounded on by the rain, "It's times like this, when i wish our child..." He stopped as he choked, lost for words, his eyes filled with the memories that he had lost.
His friend nodded, and he reached out and patted his back. "It'll be..." He stopped too as he recalled, the day, the day they had become friends.
Normally people would avoid a day like this, it was cold wet, and pretty much, terrible. A day that ordinarily would make people run to their house and just live inside of it for the rest of their life, but this day was being taken over by the children, their faces were bright and cheerful, their eyes filled with happiness. The rain smashed into the ground sending driplets of sheer cold water flying into the air. The screams and laughter of happy children filled the playground as they chased each other around. His eyes watched every moment and every gesture watching from the shadows he hid in. The ground seemed to shake for him as one of the children got knocked back and smashed into a wall close to the watcher's location. "Thats what you get for toying with us brat!" One of the class bullies spat on the kids face and left a shoe print on his cheek. "Yeah well..." the now bruised and beaten kid stated as he watched the bullies walk away, his courage drifting with them.
--Too be continued >:D
Please Review, and tell me if you found something like bad grammar or spelling. Thanks!
Edited a little thanks to superfish's expertise critique.
Let me know what you guys think.
Prologue;
We all exist in the boundaries of fate. Suffering, death, and pain abound, some of us living, most of us dead. I live today with my old friend from that terrible past of tragedy and inhumane suffering to re-tell the our story from its origin and let the world know that its time has come to an end.
Chapter one (not complete);
A scrap of paper lazily floated on the breeze, heading through a once vastly populated and cheerful town, now reduced to ashes and dust. The wind flung up layers of dirt and debris, sending it swirling into the silent air. It swam down hill where two lonely men sat in the ruins of their once joyous homes, the only stuff remaining was the stuff they had taken with them to war. One of them was strumming a guitar, his face warped into an expression of eternal sadness, the other with a look that shows he knows the cruelty of this world. The wind lifted their hair and then dropped it, hoping for a response from either of them, nothing, not even a blink or a sigh. They had grown accustomed to it, and no longer had the patience to deal with it. They glanced at each other and a conversation finally began.
"How could this be?" One asked.
The other looked down at his guitar and sighed, emotions running through his eyes, "Through our own stupidity, our life has been taken."
His eyes closed as the tears of pain, finally released from their chambers ran across his dirt covered face. As the tears fell to the ground, more drips of water fell. The air seemed to chill them to the bone, as drip by drip, the rain grew.
The other looked into the air his once silky and full of life hair, being pounded on by the rain, "It's times like this, when i wish our child..." He stopped as he choked, lost for words, his eyes filled with the memories that he had lost.
His friend nodded, and he reached out and patted his back. "It'll be..." He stopped too as he recalled, the day, the day they had become friends.
Normally people would avoid a day like this, it was cold wet, and pretty much, terrible. A day that ordinarily would make people run to their house and just live inside of it for the rest of their life, but this day was being taken over by the children, their faces were bright and cheerful, their eyes filled with happiness. The rain smashed into the ground sending driplets of sheer cold water flying into the air. The screams and laughter of happy children filled the playground as they chased each other around. His eyes watched every moment and every gesture watching from the shadows he hid in. The ground seemed to shake for him as one of the children got knocked back and smashed into a wall close to the watcher's location. "Thats what you get for toying with us brat!" One of the class bullies spat on the kids face and left a shoe print on his cheek. "Yeah well..." the now bruised and beaten kid stated as he watched the bullies walk away, his courage drifting with them.
--Too be continued >:D
Please Review, and tell me if you found something like bad grammar or spelling. Thanks!