xPeregrine
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Hi everyone,
I participate in 2 writing communities, but given the nature of my work, I thought it best to find a SF+F one, so hello!
I need fresh eyes to go over my opening for content, whether it grabs the attention, flow, pacing and style.
I'm not looking for smaller grammatical issues.
Thanks so much in advance!
They didn't even give Jill the chance to run. Not a shout, not a struggle, not a chance to defend herself. All she could manage was a surprised squeak before black-clad arms dragged her writhing body into a van. Her abductors, about eight hours too early for the secrecy of night, didn't seem to mind the gaping one o'clock lunchers and astonished window-shoppers. But then again, that's the sort of benediction a badge imparts.
Two cameras watched from above, constant voyeurs. The place didn't smell manly and sweaty like she thought a prison would. It was monomers and pine, like a freshly cleaned refrigerator. Worn from a fruitless fracas with the milk-jug white walls of her cell, Jill settled limply into the molded chair bolted to the floor. Her hazy reflections on the polished plastic walls were so close they could have reached out and grabbed her. Despite a blast of cold from a vent above, her cheeks burned and she struggled against the heavy airlessness of captivity, wondering what crime she had committed, and perhaps if she was good enough from now on, they might realize their mistake and let her go with an apology and a souvenir police mug. (I know it's a runon but how can I break it up without losing its power?)
One minute, five minutes, ten, twenty, an hour... The minutes crawled like beetles up her spine. Terrible thoughts stalked her. What if she had been forgotten about? What if her family never found out where she was? What if nobody fed her dog? What if she was sealed in plastic forever?
I participate in 2 writing communities, but given the nature of my work, I thought it best to find a SF+F one, so hello!
I need fresh eyes to go over my opening for content, whether it grabs the attention, flow, pacing and style.
I'm not looking for smaller grammatical issues.
Thanks so much in advance!
They didn't even give Jill the chance to run. Not a shout, not a struggle, not a chance to defend herself. All she could manage was a surprised squeak before black-clad arms dragged her writhing body into a van. Her abductors, about eight hours too early for the secrecy of night, didn't seem to mind the gaping one o'clock lunchers and astonished window-shoppers. But then again, that's the sort of benediction a badge imparts.
Two cameras watched from above, constant voyeurs. The place didn't smell manly and sweaty like she thought a prison would. It was monomers and pine, like a freshly cleaned refrigerator. Worn from a fruitless fracas with the milk-jug white walls of her cell, Jill settled limply into the molded chair bolted to the floor. Her hazy reflections on the polished plastic walls were so close they could have reached out and grabbed her. Despite a blast of cold from a vent above, her cheeks burned and she struggled against the heavy airlessness of captivity, wondering what crime she had committed, and perhaps if she was good enough from now on, they might realize their mistake and let her go with an apology and a souvenir police mug. (I know it's a runon but how can I break it up without losing its power?)
One minute, five minutes, ten, twenty, an hour... The minutes crawled like beetles up her spine. Terrible thoughts stalked her. What if she had been forgotten about? What if her family never found out where she was? What if nobody fed her dog? What if she was sealed in plastic forever?
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