So this is the Prologue for my current work in progress, and I'm wondering what everyone thinks of it in general, themes, use of language, layout and so on, and most importantly, would it get anyone who reads it wanting to read more?
There are some elements of violence in this, but I don't believe it to be particular graphic. The first chapter (which is not here) however does feature quite graphic descriptions of repeated violence towards a different character. As such If I was to post that chapter for appraisal I would omit that section.
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“Hello? Is someone there?” The young girl's voice rang out from the stage as she held her pose, her body illuminated on the stage by the spotlight, blinding her to anyone's presence in the empty hall. The only other sound she’d been able to hear over the music playing over the speaker system was the erry squeak of a door, but strain her eyes as much as she could, she couldn’t see either of the doors, or the glow of the northern lights that would have otherwise been seen through the tall windows of the hall. But then she heard a new, fainter sound accompany the steady beat of the music.
Footsteps.
Behind her.
She didn’t get a chance to turn enough to face the owner of the footsteps, she just felt the sting on the side of her face as something small slammed into her head.
When she came too, she almost thought she was drowning, her head seemed to swim around on it’s own accord like a balloon in the wind. She soon regained enough of her senses to realise she was looking down into darkness, her neck resting on the edge of something rough while the rest of her body was on a cold wooden surface. To one side she was sure she could see the same brilliant white light of the spotlight shining on the stage, but not aiding her in the slightest in making anything out.
She tried to bring her hands up to her shoulders to try to push herself up, but her hands were quickly knocked away by something, maybe a boot, maybe not.
But then something was pressed down hard on her back, pinning her, pushing down ever harder, and before she could even try to fight back or scream or beg to be let go, she felt something slam down hard on top of her head and she felt an almost ecstatic moment of pain.
And the lights went out forever.
There are some elements of violence in this, but I don't believe it to be particular graphic. The first chapter (which is not here) however does feature quite graphic descriptions of repeated violence towards a different character. As such If I was to post that chapter for appraisal I would omit that section.
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“Hello? Is someone there?” The young girl's voice rang out from the stage as she held her pose, her body illuminated on the stage by the spotlight, blinding her to anyone's presence in the empty hall. The only other sound she’d been able to hear over the music playing over the speaker system was the erry squeak of a door, but strain her eyes as much as she could, she couldn’t see either of the doors, or the glow of the northern lights that would have otherwise been seen through the tall windows of the hall. But then she heard a new, fainter sound accompany the steady beat of the music.
Footsteps.
Behind her.
She didn’t get a chance to turn enough to face the owner of the footsteps, she just felt the sting on the side of her face as something small slammed into her head.
When she came too, she almost thought she was drowning, her head seemed to swim around on it’s own accord like a balloon in the wind. She soon regained enough of her senses to realise she was looking down into darkness, her neck resting on the edge of something rough while the rest of her body was on a cold wooden surface. To one side she was sure she could see the same brilliant white light of the spotlight shining on the stage, but not aiding her in the slightest in making anything out.
She tried to bring her hands up to her shoulders to try to push herself up, but her hands were quickly knocked away by something, maybe a boot, maybe not.
But then something was pressed down hard on her back, pinning her, pushing down ever harder, and before she could even try to fight back or scream or beg to be let go, she felt something slam down hard on top of her head and she felt an almost ecstatic moment of pain.
And the lights went out forever.