jimmy_love_fl
Master of DS39's Domain
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I am working on a non-erotic book and am about 100 pages in, but was never happy with the beginning. I have since re-written it, and would love some feedback on it's effectiveness in gaining your interest. Most importantly, would reading the first chapter make you pull out the wallet and fork out the money to find out what happened? I appreciate any feedback. Thanks!
I awoke as if from a deep sleep. It felt like I had been unconscious for days, even weeks. I was confused, trying desperately to remember the circumstances that had brought me to this point.
The first of my senses to return to me was my hearing. My hearing, however, seemed to be limited in its capacity. I could hear my heart beating like it was about to explode out of my chest.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump.
The sound of my deep short breathes were a sign of the adrenaline that was still rushing through my veins. But worst of all was the excruciatingly loud ringing in my ears. Whatever was making that sound made it impossible to hear anything else, but the internal sounds of my body.
My sight finally returned to me and I quickly realized I was on my back. The beautiful stars in the night sky became more and more clear as they came further into focus.
The smell of fire filled the air. ‘Was I camping in the woods?’ I still had no idea where I was or how I got there.
Up to this point my body had been numb, but deep, piercing pains were starting to shoot all through my body. ‘I don’t think this is a camping trip’ I thought. As I rolled over and attempted to get to my feet my left arm gave out on me, and I almost fell onto my face.
I suddenly noticed in the darkness that I was lying in a puddle of some kind of dark, thick, and sticky substance. A flashing light was getting closer and closer. I saw it flash just long enough to see the bright red color of the puddle beneath me. It was blood!
The sight of the blood only made the pains in my body hurt that much more, like a kid who falls down and doesn’t start crying until he looks down and sees the blood from his wound. I knew I better figure out what happened fast, so I jumped to my feet.
An excruciating pain ripped through my body, like a thousand needles had just been thrust into my right leg. I almost fell to the ground again, but managed to keep myself upright.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump.
The sound of my heart beating grew louder and more intense. The ability to take in a good deep breath had escaped me. I could feel the blood dripping from my arm to the ground below.
I slowly lifted my head to survey the scene around me. What I saw would be engrained in my head for all of eternity. There, before me was a giant pile of rubble. Signs of chaos could be seen all around me. Men, women, and children were frantically running in every direction.
A man was running through the debris covered in flames. He was burning alive! I could see the terror in his eyes. I could feel his screams from the depths of my soul, but all I could hear was that ringing in my ears, and the ever increasing speed of the beat of my heart.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump.
When I stepped onto the pile of shattered concrete I saw the arm of a person stuck underneath. I ran to him and locked my hand with his lifeless fingers. With one hard tug I abruptly fell to the ground. I looked down to my chest to see the severed arm of a man I thought was stuck under the rocks.
I had that reaction like you would if you woke up from a nightmare about snakes and realized there was one sitting on your chest, frantically trying to get it off me.
Tears began to roll down my cheeks. Memories were flashing back into my head, almost too quickly to process them. The now blinding flashes of the lights from the emergency responders was killing my concentration.
But as I stood to my feet again, one thought became increasingly apparent to me. I had done this! The blood of these innocent people was on my hands. ‘My God what had I done?’ These were woman and children I had killed. Countless people had just been massacred by my hands. My heart was now beating at a pace that could kill a man.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump.
When I fell to my knees in anguish, I looked up one more time to see a man struggling to walk from the rubble. He was carrying a woman in a wedding dress. Once again, I couldn’t hear his cries, but I could feel them from the depths of my inner most being.
It was a wedding. People once full of life and hope were now lying under the debris. This man’s wife was gone before he could even consummate their vows. My anger had consumed me, and the burden of my sins was now being carried by the people that surrounded me.
I crawled back to where I awoke from my stupor and found my gun lying about ten feet away. Again I dropped to my knees. This time I wasn’t planning on getting up. The pain in my heart right now was more than one man could contain. I turned the gun toward my head and quickly pulled the trigger.
I awoke as if from a deep sleep. It felt like I had been unconscious for days, even weeks. I was confused, trying desperately to remember the circumstances that had brought me to this point.
The first of my senses to return to me was my hearing. My hearing, however, seemed to be limited in its capacity. I could hear my heart beating like it was about to explode out of my chest.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump.
The sound of my deep short breathes were a sign of the adrenaline that was still rushing through my veins. But worst of all was the excruciatingly loud ringing in my ears. Whatever was making that sound made it impossible to hear anything else, but the internal sounds of my body.
My sight finally returned to me and I quickly realized I was on my back. The beautiful stars in the night sky became more and more clear as they came further into focus.
The smell of fire filled the air. ‘Was I camping in the woods?’ I still had no idea where I was or how I got there.
Up to this point my body had been numb, but deep, piercing pains were starting to shoot all through my body. ‘I don’t think this is a camping trip’ I thought. As I rolled over and attempted to get to my feet my left arm gave out on me, and I almost fell onto my face.
I suddenly noticed in the darkness that I was lying in a puddle of some kind of dark, thick, and sticky substance. A flashing light was getting closer and closer. I saw it flash just long enough to see the bright red color of the puddle beneath me. It was blood!
The sight of the blood only made the pains in my body hurt that much more, like a kid who falls down and doesn’t start crying until he looks down and sees the blood from his wound. I knew I better figure out what happened fast, so I jumped to my feet.
An excruciating pain ripped through my body, like a thousand needles had just been thrust into my right leg. I almost fell to the ground again, but managed to keep myself upright.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump.
The sound of my heart beating grew louder and more intense. The ability to take in a good deep breath had escaped me. I could feel the blood dripping from my arm to the ground below.
I slowly lifted my head to survey the scene around me. What I saw would be engrained in my head for all of eternity. There, before me was a giant pile of rubble. Signs of chaos could be seen all around me. Men, women, and children were frantically running in every direction.
A man was running through the debris covered in flames. He was burning alive! I could see the terror in his eyes. I could feel his screams from the depths of my soul, but all I could hear was that ringing in my ears, and the ever increasing speed of the beat of my heart.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump.
When I stepped onto the pile of shattered concrete I saw the arm of a person stuck underneath. I ran to him and locked my hand with his lifeless fingers. With one hard tug I abruptly fell to the ground. I looked down to my chest to see the severed arm of a man I thought was stuck under the rocks.
I had that reaction like you would if you woke up from a nightmare about snakes and realized there was one sitting on your chest, frantically trying to get it off me.
Tears began to roll down my cheeks. Memories were flashing back into my head, almost too quickly to process them. The now blinding flashes of the lights from the emergency responders was killing my concentration.
But as I stood to my feet again, one thought became increasingly apparent to me. I had done this! The blood of these innocent people was on my hands. ‘My God what had I done?’ These were woman and children I had killed. Countless people had just been massacred by my hands. My heart was now beating at a pace that could kill a man.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump.
When I fell to my knees in anguish, I looked up one more time to see a man struggling to walk from the rubble. He was carrying a woman in a wedding dress. Once again, I couldn’t hear his cries, but I could feel them from the depths of my inner most being.
It was a wedding. People once full of life and hope were now lying under the debris. This man’s wife was gone before he could even consummate their vows. My anger had consumed me, and the burden of my sins was now being carried by the people that surrounded me.
I crawled back to where I awoke from my stupor and found my gun lying about ten feet away. Again I dropped to my knees. This time I wasn’t planning on getting up. The pain in my heart right now was more than one man could contain. I turned the gun toward my head and quickly pulled the trigger.