I AM STILL PRACTICING WRITING THIS KIND OF STORY/GENRE. I was never able to write a suspense piece but I tried to do one this time. I know I'm really not a good writer and I'm still beginning, actually. So I want you to please critique my suspense style of writing.
Here it is:
....I heard a strident, ear-splitting scream of agony. It lasted for couple of long seconds. I quickly rose up from my bed and stood on the floor. My heart thumped louder than usual.
I pulled the window curtain at the side to see what was going on. Our garden stayed the same and only darkness crept into it. The moon glowed visibly and the stars were still shimmering.
Still suspicious, I moved my eyes from every corner of the garden. The gate remained locked but that didn’t relieve me from my anxiety.
I closed the curtains quickly. My hands trembled with fear. I won’t look at the windows again.
I turned back but before I could look up, a thick shadow figure stood in front of me. I finally managed to look up but shock sunk me in when I saw him. He was covered in black jacket and his face had a black mask on it. The blood-stained knife which he held was pointed at me.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move.....
Here it is:
....I heard a strident, ear-splitting scream of agony. It lasted for couple of long seconds. I quickly rose up from my bed and stood on the floor. My heart thumped louder than usual.
I pulled the window curtain at the side to see what was going on. Our garden stayed the same and only darkness crept into it. The moon glowed visibly and the stars were still shimmering.
Still suspicious, I moved my eyes from every corner of the garden. The gate remained locked but that didn’t relieve me from my anxiety.
I closed the curtains quickly. My hands trembled with fear. I won’t look at the windows again.
I turned back but before I could look up, a thick shadow figure stood in front of me. I finally managed to look up but shock sunk me in when I saw him. He was covered in black jacket and his face had a black mask on it. The blood-stained knife which he held was pointed at me.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move.....