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lulu_lizzrd wrote:She lay there, flat on her stomach Comma. watching the shadows pass over her soft purple bed sheets. And then they stopped, almost as if frozen in time. This is too dramatic (first word is a conjunction) to go in the middle of a paragraph. Make it into a new one or change the line.The world had gone so quit "quiet" she could hear the thumping of her own heart beat. "heartbeat" (no space). For months now this had gone on, lying awake in the middle of the night just staring at the ceiling of her room. "had gone on:" (colon) and then reword the description to fit. No! This wasn't her room, Dash, probably, or another colon if you really want. it was her Aunt Lyan's guest room. Since her parents murder she was shipped off here to live with the only relative that would take her. Her Uncle Morase back in her home town was fit Probably "deemed". "unreliable" Comma. and it was true, Colon on the night of her parents murder he was "had been" the last to show up. (Or something similar), even though he only lived three blocks down Down what? Down the street? Say so.. Her aunt was a nice enough woman, but she wasn't her mom, no matter how hard she tried. You skip from the uncle to the aunt too quickly; you need a bridge.
And so the long restless days sitting at the house brought her back to lying up late at night. Why are the days long and restless? Because her parents are gone? You never say. Thinking about why she felt that ever "ever-present"present sense of being watched. Knowing that some thing was always wrong some how. "something" and "somehow". Plus this sentence is awkward. Plus, you need to show us this feeling and these thoughts, rather than just stating them. And as she stared back down onto her pillows she knew. You start things with conjunctions far too often.
He was here, waiting, watching. She could feel his silent presence emanating not only from a single point but like the air that filled every inch of her room. His gleaming hazel eyes searching every inch of her body yearning for a soft tender kiss or a simple stroke of his cheek. She knew his deepest desires, and yet never gave them to him Probably "gave in to them", Semicolon.that is why he hated her so much, Semicolon. that is why he was here. But who he was well... What?
She took a deep breath in The in is redundant. and as she let it out she felt it. It what? The knife sliding down between her shoulder bones. Right through her back and straight into her heart. You tell too much, instead of showing.
He had been watching her for a while now. Her soft pale skin glowing like a goddess' in the shining silver moon light "moonlight". Her silky black hair falling around every curve of her back and neck. She would be his, Colon. that or die. So close he'd been to having her the first time. But then things changed. She would pay, every one would pay.
"Be mine, be mine and I'll bring you back Comma. Unless he's bringing her a girl named Lindsey.little Lindsey,'" he rasped into her ear, Period."well...?" Capital "W".
"How, how could you, not possible?" she gasped. This makes no sense.
"I have all the power in the world my darling," his voice deep and full of glee. Oh no.
"Who...are you?" Her curiosity piqued. Please use fewer modifiers for "said".
"Why don't you look and see for yourself, or are you too frightened?" He laughed. Please.
Grimacing, she turned to look. Gasping Comma. she recognized him, his once soft Comma. caring features now contorted into a show of anger, sadness, and vengeance. Telling...
"You," she quietly gasped. But not quietly enough.
"Yes Comma. little Lindsey,Period. who Capital "W". were you expecting?" A deep laugh radiating from his very core. His patience wearing considerable "Considerably" thin, just like the heart beat "heartbeat" of his precious Lindsey.
"What is your answer!Question mark." He yelled. Would it be better to simply die and leave this world that caused her so much pain and and tears? To see her family again? No! She must live, she must survive. Trite.
"Yes." New paragraph.And then she blacked out.
Way too overly dramatic. You need to lengthen your sentences and cut back on the conjunction starters, which should be saved for extreme drama. The reader needs more information from the get-go, including how (in general terms) the parents died and more about Lindsey herself.
You also need to show what you mean, instead of just telling the readers up front. Let us take our time, getting comfortable in the surroundings and getting to know the characters.
Bring in more depth, and make your lines less punchy, and this should be a decent opener.
Avens
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