Itachi
October 27th, 2016, 02:42 PM
Hi All,
I am posting a short preview from my first chapter, it reads quite dark and mysterious but it wasn't supposed to :???:. Its supposed to be romance, any tips on how to convey longing.
But maybe that is just the impression that I am getting, I would love any and all critiques you can offer.
Again I would like to emphasise it is very short and it is my first entry of my first attempt at writing.
Her eyes opened in the dark, she wasn’t able to sleep properly anymore. She rubbed her weary eyes of sleep and tried to catch a glimpse of daylight. The darkness outside enticed her to close her eyes again and listen closely; she could hear the slow thrum of raindrops. It was calming, putting her in a trance almost putting her to sleep again. But she knew that was a wasted effort and went into the bathroom to get ready. She looked at her reflection in the mirror; her chocolate brown eyes stared back at her. They seemed so empty like they were incomplete, waiting for something or someone.
When she opened the door the rain had slowed to a hazy shower, she could see the misty rain falling so gently, it looked like someone had draped a lace curtain over the sky, everything seemed to be blurring together. She listened to the sounds of the cars driving over puddles of water in the roads, mothers with their children. The mother try to tell them to avoid the puddles but the children see the rain as an adventure that would be wasted with caution; they are too small to understand her worry about being late, wet and cold. To them the rain shows opportunities to be mischievous, to pretend to be pirates who can siege ships in the tidal waves of rain. What Saman wouldn’t give to go back to that sweet innocence? She could go back to a time before she had heard his name being mentioned, before she had any thoughts of his existence.
Quickly she shook her head, checked the time on her watch and ran at double speed for the bus. Her daydreaming was going to make her late if she didn’t hurry. The bus came just as she made it to the bus stop; it was packed with people all taking shelter from the rainy day. She got on and stood but she was happy to stand as her job had her sitting all day. Working at a small catering company as an administrator, the job was easy for her because she was an organised person. Work was repetitive and oddly soothing, the systematic and regular beats allowed her to concentrate on something all day and forget about him.
Also I am quite aware of how much I have used 'she' and 'her'. I am going to add a inner voice to the conversation but any initial critique would be greatly appreciate. :oops:
Thank you all
I am posting a short preview from my first chapter, it reads quite dark and mysterious but it wasn't supposed to :???:. Its supposed to be romance, any tips on how to convey longing.
But maybe that is just the impression that I am getting, I would love any and all critiques you can offer.
Again I would like to emphasise it is very short and it is my first entry of my first attempt at writing.
Her eyes opened in the dark, she wasn’t able to sleep properly anymore. She rubbed her weary eyes of sleep and tried to catch a glimpse of daylight. The darkness outside enticed her to close her eyes again and listen closely; she could hear the slow thrum of raindrops. It was calming, putting her in a trance almost putting her to sleep again. But she knew that was a wasted effort and went into the bathroom to get ready. She looked at her reflection in the mirror; her chocolate brown eyes stared back at her. They seemed so empty like they were incomplete, waiting for something or someone.
When she opened the door the rain had slowed to a hazy shower, she could see the misty rain falling so gently, it looked like someone had draped a lace curtain over the sky, everything seemed to be blurring together. She listened to the sounds of the cars driving over puddles of water in the roads, mothers with their children. The mother try to tell them to avoid the puddles but the children see the rain as an adventure that would be wasted with caution; they are too small to understand her worry about being late, wet and cold. To them the rain shows opportunities to be mischievous, to pretend to be pirates who can siege ships in the tidal waves of rain. What Saman wouldn’t give to go back to that sweet innocence? She could go back to a time before she had heard his name being mentioned, before she had any thoughts of his existence.
Quickly she shook her head, checked the time on her watch and ran at double speed for the bus. Her daydreaming was going to make her late if she didn’t hurry. The bus came just as she made it to the bus stop; it was packed with people all taking shelter from the rainy day. She got on and stood but she was happy to stand as her job had her sitting all day. Working at a small catering company as an administrator, the job was easy for her because she was an organised person. Work was repetitive and oddly soothing, the systematic and regular beats allowed her to concentrate on something all day and forget about him.
Also I am quite aware of how much I have used 'she' and 'her'. I am going to add a inner voice to the conversation but any initial critique would be greatly appreciate. :oops:
Thank you all