This is a sample of a piece I am working on for fun. Just testing out first person POV, and ways to get an emotional hook in. Let me know what you think in the comment section below! It may contain some spelling or grammar errors... so, cut me some slack. It's a work in progress ;]
Prologue
I watched the door of the small café. Neon signs flashed from outside, casting the surrounding areas in a glow of reds, pinks, greens, and
blues. It was like an endless rave taking up the entire city block, the only
thing missing was the thumping pulse of music. This café was a favorite spot for local
officials, so close to the governance center that it was a convenient walking
distance away to be a reasonable lunch break destination. C’mon, I thought, looking up at the digital clock that ran the
length of the buildings walls. It paced to the left, followed by a flow of
advertisements for seasonal specials. It was spice drinks this time of year, in case you
were curious perfect to take the edge of
the weathers chill. A tagline read.
I was nervous, I had never done this before. I wiggled my
foot up and down, my knee pumping like a small piston. Would the plan work? Would
the target survive? I watched the passing crowds and wondered just how many
would die today. Hopefully I wasn’t going to be among them. Was it worth the cost?
My heel knocked back into the backpack I had set under my
chair. A leather satchel zipped shut. I winced and moved my feet away
—just to be safe. Where are you? The
time on the clock switched, it was now noon. A few more minutes until the
unthinkable would happen, until the war would start, until the snake would be
without its head. My observations had shown that Ansgar Ghering would usually
show up around 12:05, sometimes 12:06. There were two doors on separate ends of
the coffee shop, as it was set in the corner of a busy junction, but he always came
through the right door. Was that him?
I craned my neck around an older couple who were sat at a
table in front of a window. The crowds outside were parting as a retinue made
its way down the sidewalk. It is. I felt the flurry of butterflies within my
stomach stir. It seemed as if they had just given birth to hundreds more companions in
the span of a second, I couldn’t contain the excitement, and the sadness,
storming inside. I stood up and stretched. Time to leave.
“Mommy, over here!” A little girl pulled her mom through
the door. She was pointing frantically at the shelves which were filled with thermal
mugs decorated with seasonal characters. Her smile was ear to ear, between
locks of golden hair. Her baby teeth so small and fragile. She jabbed her
finger a few more times and a flustered older woman, maybe only a few years
older than myself, dragged herself behind the energetic little girl.
“Yes dear.” She sighed and met my eyes, a lopsided grin
taking up her face. “Kids huh?”
No, no, no. I
thought. Is it worth it? Warn her. I
started to speak but stopped myself. Don’t
say a thing, you can’t say a thing. A second voice within my head affirmed.
Just leave. She paused and waited for
me to continue.
“What was that?” She asked.
“I,” I looked at her with sad eyes, hopefully it wouldn’t
be painful, and hopefully this child wasn’t destined for anything great. It
wouldn’t matter now, I guess. “I’m sorry.” I said. I felt tears starting to
well up in my eyes, and brushed my way past her at a steady pace.
“What?” She called after me. I ignored her. The dead
don’t speak. Thus was the cost of freedom.
I left through the other door just as Ansgar Ghering
entered with his security detail, all pomp and circumstance. All reason to die.
As soon as I was a block away I pulled a small device
from my pocket and squeezed. The relative peace of the afternoon was shattered
as a thunderous explosion echoed throughout the downtown area. A choir of
screams and shrieks arose to join the cannonade in a splendid symphony of
chaos. Chaos and victory.
*End Prologue*
Thank you for taking the time to read this sample I decided to share. Have any of you been working on a new challenge? Any advice for the prologue above? Did it do an OK job with some sort of hook? I want to hear from you!
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