Okay, now I know this sounds really cliche, and you're probably tired of amateurs putting up parts of their own vampire novels for you to comment, but still, I didn't know how else to get feedback, so Im sorry for contributing to that.
Writing is MY LIFE. Ive done 6 unfinished projects so far, and this yet unnamed vampire story, Im hoping will be my first. So Id really appreciate it if gou gave me some comments on my work... FYI, I havent shown this to much of my entourage yet!
PROLOGUE
WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO ME?
I felt paralyzed—Unable to speak, unable to move, despite the fact that I was perfectly alert and conscious, I just couldn’t get my brain to send the right signals through my body to do anything! Or maybe I could send the signals, but I still couldn’t budge a fraction of an inch. But in that moment, all I could feel was panic in it’s most concentrated formula, and the strongest fear imaginable. But this situation was beyond my wildest imaginings, impossible. All I could see were the red eyes above me, slowly coming down, and the fluid, swift movements of the intruder. He moved silently, probing, analyzing… Like a killer, THE killer… The killer of the night…
Understanding dawned upon me… I was being attacked. Not the way you’d expect, not by a burglar with a dagger, or a gun. I wasn’t the victim. No, not this time. This was far, far worse: I was the prey. This was a vampire attack. I would be slowly and pitilessly drained of…
And that’s when he attacked.
So please leave all your thoughts and comments below, and if you have an idea for a name for my protagonist, Id like you to tell me too. It should be uncommon, beautiful, and slightly european.
Thanks so much!
-XOXO-
Writing is MY LIFE. Ive done 6 unfinished projects so far, and this yet unnamed vampire story, Im hoping will be my first. So Id really appreciate it if gou gave me some comments on my work... FYI, I havent shown this to much of my entourage yet!
PROLOGUE
WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO ME?
I felt paralyzed—Unable to speak, unable to move, despite the fact that I was perfectly alert and conscious, I just couldn’t get my brain to send the right signals through my body to do anything! Or maybe I could send the signals, but I still couldn’t budge a fraction of an inch. But in that moment, all I could feel was panic in it’s most concentrated formula, and the strongest fear imaginable. But this situation was beyond my wildest imaginings, impossible. All I could see were the red eyes above me, slowly coming down, and the fluid, swift movements of the intruder. He moved silently, probing, analyzing… Like a killer, THE killer… The killer of the night…
Understanding dawned upon me… I was being attacked. Not the way you’d expect, not by a burglar with a dagger, or a gun. I wasn’t the victim. No, not this time. This was far, far worse: I was the prey. This was a vampire attack. I would be slowly and pitilessly drained of…
And that’s when he attacked.
So please leave all your thoughts and comments below, and if you have an idea for a name for my protagonist, Id like you to tell me too. It should be uncommon, beautiful, and slightly european.
Thanks so much!
-XOXO-