Young Writers Society

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),

Hi! I'm here to leave a quick review!!

First Impression: Okay...this is a pretty neat prologue...as far as what it contains goes, I think it checks most of the boxes you expect from a prologue and certainly I would be intrigued enough to read on after seeing this one.

Anyway let's get right to it,

In Central Oregon; far from the ocean; far from the front of anyone's conscience; lays a tailgate town that goes by the name of Prineville. Houses were small and few and far between, had no cellphone service and any problems you had with robbers and such had to be taken care of by a couple shots of a gun into the cloudless blue sky to scare them off.

The only trees were juniper and the occasional Ponderosa, cheat grass was the equivalent the meadows, lava rock made the terrain as bumpy as the Oregon trail, the dirt was cracked on top and when you got through the dust part you hit rock hard dirt and long, and prickly grass was what made up the front of the house. In the summer it was bone dry and was over 100 degrees, in the winter it was freezing cold and snow piled up over the dusty hills.

And that was why Jesse loved it, and also why tears were leaking out of her eyes as her parents white Ford pulled out of the driveway, leaving a cloud of dust behind them as the little cabin disappeared from view.

She wanted to be thankful for all of the time she had had there to roam around and sit at the top of the cut off tree staring out at the mountains and catch lizards but somewhere inside of her, she needed more. She needed to be there, all of the time. She needed to breathe the country air before she would suffocate in the air of the big, smelly city known as Salem.

But her whole life, she had been told she couldn't. She couldn't take care of herself. But she knew that being shy didn't mean that she couldn't be brave. She couldn't let herself resign to a silly stereotype just because of doubting people. And that is where her story begins.

Great introduction.

Hey Hannah!
I have a review for you! This is a very vividly described prologue. I really liked all the descriptions of the surroundings. Nice job!

In Central Oregon; far from the ocean; far from the front of anyone's conscience; lays a tailgate town that goes by the name of Prineville.

The only trees were juniper and the occasional Ponderosa, cheat grass was the equivalent the meadows, lava rock made the terrain as bumpy as the Oregon trail, the dirt was cracked on top and when you got through the dust part you hit rock hard dirt and long, and prickly grass was what made up the front of the house.

She wanted to be thankful for all of the time she had had there to roam around and sit at the top of the cut off tree staring out at the mountains and catch lizards but somewhere inside of her, she needed more.

Hi hannah,

Mailice here with a short review!

Let's start right away:

In Central Oregon; far from the ocean; far from the front of anyone's conscience; lies a tailgate town that goes by the name of Prineville. Houses were small and few and far between, had no cellphone service and any problems you had with robbers and such had to be taken care of by a couple shots of a gun into the cloudless blue sky to scare them off.

The only trees were juniper and the occasional ponderosa, cheat grass was the equivalent of the meadows, lava rock made the terrain as bumpy as the Oregon trail, the dirt was cracked on top and when you got through the dust part you hit hard dirt and long, and prickly grass was what made up the front of the house.

And that was why Jesse loved it, and also why tears were leaking out of her eyes as her parents white Ford pulled out of the driveway, leaving a cloud of dust behind them as the little cabin disappeared from view.

She needed to be there, all of the time.

But her whole life, she had been told she couldn't. She couldn't take care of herself. But she knew that being shy didn't mean that she couldn't be brave. She couldn't let herself resign to a silly stereotype just because of doubting people. And that is where her story begins.