---First 13---
I lie upon frozen blades of grass, and the scent of decaying oak leaves mingles with the fainter forest pines. I am in someone's garden. What a shock tomorrow, when they find a skeleton at the edge of the forest. It will cause quite a stir. But that will no longer be of consequence to me.
Twice, I hear a light tread across a wooden floor, down steps, coming toward me from a distant house. Only the second time do the footsteps come close enough for me to catch a scent: a woman.
I could take her; perhaps it would help. If it does not, her companions will find her before dawn. Find me. It will be worse than death by sunlight.
“Are you hurt?” I turn my head and see a slip of a woman,
---Revised---
“Are you hurt?” I turn my head and see a slip of a woman, the flush of life in her cold-reddened cheeks, her warm breath frosty in the winter air. Her gaze is steady, her scent unpanicked; this is not a woman to blanch at the first difficulty. Beneath a healthy wariness of ashen strangers lying in one's yard in the pre-dawn darkness, she means to help me.
I look at her house in the distance, thick curtains at every window. They offer me hope.
#
He was a dark lump near the woods. At first I thought raccoons had pulled a bag of Mark's old clothes from the shed.
I was fairly certain the shed was locked, of course. But
---Revised 2x---
The scent of frozen grass and decaying oak leaves mingles with the fainter forest pines. I am in someone's garden.
What a shock tomorrow, when they find a skeleton at the edge of the forest. It will cause quite a stir. But that will no longer be of consequence to me.
Twice, I hear a light tread across a wooden floor, down steps, coming toward me from a distant house. They come close enough the second time for me to catch a scent: a woman.
I could take her; perhaps it would help. If it does not, her companions will find her before dawn. Find me. It will be worse than death by sunlight.
“Are you hurt?” I turn my head and see a slip of a woman, the flush of life in her cold-reddened cheeks, her warm breath
------
[This message has been edited by Grayson Morris (edited October 20, 2010).]
[This message has been edited by Grayson Morris (edited October 21, 2010).]
While I liked the description in the first line, I think beginning it with the words "I lie" makes it weak. As a reader I want to experience the scenery with the MC. I don't want them to just tell me what is happening to them.
Perhaps you could just start with "The scent of decaying oak leaves"?
This is just my personal preference though, so stick with what works best for the mood you are trying to create.
Actually, getting your response at the end of the weekend would be great -- I'm swamped with work and this will force me to stay away from the story until then. ;-)
Is .doc format okay?
I've got two people now reading what I believe is the near-final draft of the story. Any other takers? If not, what turns you off? (Very helpful feedback...so please feed me. :-) )
I could take her; perhaps it would help.
Good luck with it.
The story opens in the vampire's POV, and I'm relying on the title to cue the reader. But it sounds like I might be relying too heavily on reader familiarity with the vampire canon.
coralm - story's in your inbox! Thanks.