Title: Opening paragraph
by Poppy from Lincolnshire | in writing, fiction
'I knew what I'd done as soon as I'd closed the door. I'd raced down the stairs. 'Raced' ' what exactly was I racing against? Time? My conscience?
My heart pounded and I could feel the cold of the wall I was leaning against. I flinched as the light of a passing car flashed through the window. The darkness had become a blanket, protecting me, keeping me out of sight. I was close to tears. Tears of sadness? Guilt? Fear I think. My heart followed the pattern of my fear fiercely; I could feel it hammering against my chest, throbbing inside my ribcage, as I carefully tiptoed out of the front door. I still have no idea why I tiptoed; she wouldn't have heard me, not then''
An opening paragraph to something I'm working on. It started off as an idea for english coursework, but I liked it a lot and enjoyed writing it and want to carry it on to write a full novel. It's about a man who commits euthenasia. Would appreciate critics!
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