Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),
Hi! I'm here to leave a quick review!!
Anyway let's get right to it,
It started nine years ago. I was seven years old at the time, and I hadn't really seperated the real world from the one I had created. I was playing ball with my best friend in his family's front yard. Up until then, I thought all the people I saw were imaginary, or that's what people kept telling me. I hadn't really talked to any of them, they were all skulking around, all the time. My friend didn't see them so I never really brought them up to anyone. I almost thought they were a pigment of my imagination until this. . . . . horrific accident happened. I saw my friend's brother had walked down to the gas station to get a soda pop and was returning when I saw a black truck swerving around on the street before him. He didn't hear it because he had those bloody earphones in and was listening to his very loud and obnoxious music. In the next seconds, I heard screaming and the brother was standing beside me. He was calm. I looked in front of me and there he was, lying on the ground, his mother fussing over him like there was a way to save him. He knew that I could see him and asked if I could tell them something very important, and was to tell them right away. He never really talked to me in his life. I was always his brother's friend. He probably didn't even know my name until that moment. After he told me what I needed to say. He kissed me on the cheek and hugged me for the last time. Then he walked into The Light. He left forever, leaving his body, an empty shell, left for the rest of us to see. I never told his family what he said to me, I couldn't bring myself to do it.
Hmm, well the idea of a ghost whisperer is always a fun one. Its been done a few times before, but I personally never get tired of reading variations on it. One thing I will say about the way you introduce it here is that the first lines are a bit confusing. I can kind of get what you're trying to say, but the sentences are clunky and the idea's just not clear enough. I think you need to take a second look there. The other thing is that I feel like the introduction to this person's confusion about people and them realizing what their ability truly is should be in two separate paragraphs. As it is now, the two things come together to create a very awkward sounding flow there.
Messages from the grave aren't the best idea, especially to a person who hasn't told anyone about their gift. But now I know what I must do, and I intend to do it. I've kept this in my whole life, and now it feels as if I can't hold it in any longer. I must tell someone, but who can a seer trust other than another seer. And really, where, in such a town as Saint Catherine's, can you find anouther seer? I'm ready to help them, The Afterlife's, or ghosts as you all call them.
This is the first time I've ever told anyone about this. . . gift I have, but I'm positive it won't be the last.
Well, this makes for an intriguing point to end on here...I wonder what the intentions are here...cause you've first got the whole this person really should tell someone part then you say they've got a lot of trouble figuring out who to say it to, then you end by saying this person will be saying it to a lot of people. I feel like you're not quite presenting a unified idea there..and I think that ending needs a slight revaluation in that sense. Other than that though, this is a pretty decent prologue. Its certainly good enough for me to want to read more of this story.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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