Post by Signit Sonata on Aug 9, 2005 13:01:35 GMT
I need your reviews of my newest work. I just finished the prologue and I wanna know what you all think!
~Ark
Sirens blared and the streets were packed with onlookers as a body was brought out of the house with the now crimson glass. A white sheet was gently laid on the stretcher, covering the face, or what was left of it. A murmur ran through the crowd gathered “Another one dead?” “Yea, they say it’s exactly like the others.” Another name was added to the death toll on this serial killer’s hit list. So far there have been over 6 deaths within a month and a half. The city was gripped with fear of the madman. But the police were also uneasy, for several of their own have became victims to this killer. And the victims were always easily identified as his work, for his style was exactly the same every time, like a sort of trademark. There was always a deep cut across the victims throat, severing the windpipe, and the shirt of the victims shirt looked like an animal had ripped it open and deep gashes in the shape of a cross was always on the victims chest. Also, they only went after men. The police were baffled and finally the killings seemed to stop and the police filed the report in a dust-filled shelve marked “Unsolved”. But, unbeknown to them, this report was destined to be reopened over 20 years later.
~Ark
Crimson Glass
Prologue
Prologue
Sirens blared and the streets were packed with onlookers as a body was brought out of the house with the now crimson glass. A white sheet was gently laid on the stretcher, covering the face, or what was left of it. A murmur ran through the crowd gathered “Another one dead?” “Yea, they say it’s exactly like the others.” Another name was added to the death toll on this serial killer’s hit list. So far there have been over 6 deaths within a month and a half. The city was gripped with fear of the madman. But the police were also uneasy, for several of their own have became victims to this killer. And the victims were always easily identified as his work, for his style was exactly the same every time, like a sort of trademark. There was always a deep cut across the victims throat, severing the windpipe, and the shirt of the victims shirt looked like an animal had ripped it open and deep gashes in the shape of a cross was always on the victims chest. Also, they only went after men. The police were baffled and finally the killings seemed to stop and the police filed the report in a dust-filled shelve marked “Unsolved”. But, unbeknown to them, this report was destined to be reopened over 20 years later.
