Try to picture this: Big Ben falling straight towards you, looming like a giant over your tiny head, ready to crush your puny body. There’s nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. You just have to shut your eyes and wait for the blow to come, almost like waiting for a bad dream to end.
Except this isn’t a dream. Of course, Big Ben isn’t falling straight towards me. Instead my brother, Ethan, has been shot in the chest and he’s toppling right over. His massive 6’5” frame is blown back with the force from the bullet. I am standing behind him, looking at him falling back like something in slow motion. My feet are glued to the pavement. I can feel every muscle in my body, every fibre, every cell – frozen.
And then he knocks into me, sending me back like a domino effect. Except right now, there are only two dominoes. I don’t have anyone or anything to cushion my fall behind me. My hands reach back to find the floor, but my head beats them to it. A hammer blow knocks my skull. Blinding pain wraps around my head, reaching towards my face. Ethan’s massive body slams the air from my lungs and pins me to the floor, helpless. His back, soaking wet, smothers my face. His blood presses onto my face. It’s still warm. I can taste it in my mouth.
But I’m not thinking about his blood. I’m not thinking about my splitting head. All I’m thinking about, is why did I do it?
So I was thinking that you guys would be able to help me out with this. I know it isn't much at all, but it's a start. And yes, I know that I probably won't finish it if I start it. But anyway, I wanted to know: what genre would you want this to be under? (e.g. would it have more appeal if it was a romance? crime? street-style stuff with gangs and shiz?) do you think i should carry on? do you think it's worth carrying on?
Any other comments would be fab :D
Thanks to anyone who helps out, all is appreciated =)
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