I was recently reading through stuff that I’ve written for my novel, you know just to make sure it’s up to scratch, and I discovered that I’m a little concerned about my prologue, my earliest piece of writing with regards to Halfbreed.
Of course it might be just that thing where the more I read it the more I find to criticise about it. So I came up with the ingenious solution of posting it on here. Please tell me what you think, whether there’s anyway of improving it and what you think might not work:
The feel of the light breeze upon my cheek, the sweet sound of singing birds mixed with the gentle gurgling of a small river running along the land. The breeze turning into a calm wind, whistling through the outstretched branches belonging to the towering trees, and sweeping through tangled grass and wild flowers.
The small sensation of spreading warmth as the glow of the rising sun touched my skin. Where is it all?
All I can see now is an ominous darkness surrounding me. All I can smell now is nothing. My ears strain to reach out into the darkness trying to pick up the smallest of sounds, but hear nothing. Even as I speak, my voice does not exist. I dream for a light breeze to brush against my cheek, but no matter how much I wish I feel no breeze.
Somehow I know that beyond this darkness nothing lives. No cities, no towns, not even a village.
Images flash through my mind, someone’s memories. My memories? Violence, fire, blood, death, madness. These memories all feel so strange and alien but somehow familiar.
They must be mine, but I don’t remember.
Question upon question forms in my mind, chasing each other in circles making it almost impossible to tell where one starts and another ends, maybe if I calm down I could search these memories and find my answers.