Post by ashlynwriting on May 11, 2017 19:29:17 GMT -5
Saekina had nothing but shadows for company. The only light came from the moon orbs lining the cracked, cobbled streets. She turned into the alley, passing dumpsters overflowing with reeking food, and discarded magical trinkets.
Eagerness fluttered in her chest. Information on slavers never failed to earn at least one gold coin. Money led to food and shelter and some semblance of normalcy.
Other people wished for specialness. They didn’t know how it cut her off from everyone. No magic and things desperately wanting to kill her.
She pulled open the hotel's dented door. The owner looked up from his bottle of ale. He'd be passed out within the hour. "You again," he grumbled.
He'd invested a lot in making his shitty little hotel safe for less-than-legal operations. Plenty of back entrances and large vents hidden by glamours. She’d have to ditch this place before people realized he'd been playing both sides.
She slipped him the usual payment. "We good?"
"As long as the money keeps coming." He counted the coins before adding them to his purse. "Room seven. You have half an hour until they arrive."
Saekina forced her lips into a tight smile. Smiling is good for business, she reminded herself. "Nice working with you."
She wrinkled her nose as she climbed the stairs. The hotel—and she used that term loosely—reeked of mold. Room seven’s door stuck on the carpeting, and she had to kick it open. It looked like the rest of the place: shitty.
Last Edit: May 16, 2017 6:53:36 GMT -5 by ashlynwriting
Post by runnergirl27 on May 12, 2017 8:05:14 GMT -5
I like this opening. It's intriguing and it hooked me right away. I would definitely read on.
Saekina had nothing but shadows for company. (NICE OPENING!) The only light came from the moon orbs lining the cracked, cobbled streets. She turned into the alley, passing dumpsters overflowing with reeking food, (NO COMMA?) and discarded magical trinkets.
Eagerness fluttered in her chest.(I LOVE THIS DESCRIPTION) Information on slavers never failed to earn at least one gold coin. Money led to food and shelter and some semblance of normalness.
She pulled open the hotel's dented door. The owner looked up from his bottle of ale. He'd be passed out within the hour. "You again," he grumbled.
He'd invested a lot in making his shitty little hotel safe for less-than-legal operations. Plenty of back entrances and large vents hidden by glamours. She’d have to ditch this place before people realized he'd been playing both sides.
She slipped him the usual payment. "We good?"
"As long as the money keeps coming." He counted the coins before adding them to his purse. "Room seven. You have half an hour until they arrive." (SUSPENSEFUL!)
Saekina forced her lips into a tight smile. Smiling is good for business, she reminded herself. "Nice working with you."
She wrinkled her nose as she climbed the stairs. The hotel—and she used that term loosely—reeked of mold. Room seven’s door stuck on the carpeting, and she had to kick it open. It looked like the rest of the place: shitty. The problems were the charmed utilities. The moon orb, well, she’d be fine in the dark.(THIS IS A LITTLE AWKWARD, THE WAY IT'S WORDED. IS SHE ONE OF THE GIFTED ONES?) No one bothered to think of ungifted people when building.
Post by wschneider412 on May 14, 2017 22:26:49 GMT -5
Saekina had nothing but shadows for company. The only light came from the moon orbs lining the cracked, cobbled streets. She turned into the alley, passing dumpsters overflowing with reeking food, and discarded magical trinkets.
Eagerness fluttered in her chest. Information on slavers never failed to earn at least one gold coin. Money led to food and shelter and some semblance of normalness.[NORMALCY??]
She pulled open the hotel's dented door. The owner looked up from his bottle of ale. He'd be passed out within the hour. "You again," he grumbled.
He'd invested a lot in making his shitty little hotel safe for less-than-legal operations. Plenty of back entrances and large vents hidden by glamours. [THE SENTENCE BEFORE THIS READS AWKWARDLY TO ME]She’d have to ditch this place before people realized he'd been playing both sides.
She slipped him the usual payment. "We good?"
"As long as the money keeps coming." He counted the coins before adding them to his purse. "Room seven. You have half an hour until they arrive."
Saekina forced her lips into a tight smile. Smiling is good for business, she reminded herself. "Nice working with you."
She wrinkled her nose as she climbed the stairs. The hotel—and she used that term loosely—reeked of mold. Room seven’s door stuck on the carpeting, and she had to kick it open. It looked like the rest of the place: shitty. [THIS PAST SENTENCE GIVES A LITTLE IDEA OF HER PERSONALITY - I LIKE IT] The problems were the charmed utilities. The moon orb, well, she’d be fine in the dark. No one bothered to think of ungifted people when building.[THIS LAST SENTENCE IS A LITTLE CONFUSING, BUT IT'S PROBABLY BECAUSE IT'S INCLUDING SOME LANGUAGE THAT'S SPECIFIC TO THE STORY AND YOU HAVING EXPLAINED "MOON ORBS" OR THE "UNGIFTED PEOPLE" YET.
**I feel like I didn't write much throughout this, but it feels pretty strong to me already. It leaves the reader wanting to know who is going to show up in a half hour, and wanting more information about the "ungifted" people. Sounds like an interesting book. Good luck!
Last Edit: May 14, 2017 22:28:21 GMT -5 by wschneider412
Saekina had nothing but shadows for company. The only light came from the moon orbs lining the cracked, cobbled streets.<-- I would fiddle with this simply because you should change "came from," which is pretty lackluster language for your opening paragraph. She turned into the alley, passing dumpsters overflowing with reeking food, and discarded magical trinkets.
Eagerness fluttered in her chest. Information on slavers never failed to earn at least one gold coin. Money led to food, shelter, and some semblance of normalcy.
Other people wished for specialness (This is one of those words you rarely hear that sound awkward by nature. I would change.). They didn’t know how it cut her off from everyone. No magic and things desperately wanting to kill her.<--Reword this sentence for clarity.
She pulled open the hotel's dented door. The owner looked up from his bottle of ale. He'd be passed out within the hour. (Too many sentences without enough punctuation. I would add a sentence with a comma in there somewhere.) "You again," he grumbled.
He'd invested a lot into making his shitty little hotel safe for less-than-legal operations. Plenty of back entrances and large vents hidden by glamours. She’d have to ditch this place before people realized he'd been playing both sides.
She slipped him the usual payment. "We good?"
"As long as the money keeps coming." He counted the coins before adding them to his purse. "Room seven. You have half an hour until they arrive (Unnatural dialogue. I would replace "arrive" with something less formal.)."
Saekina forced her lips into a tight (I think that if she's forcing a smile, then it's assumed it'll look tight.) smile. Smiling is good for business, she reminded herself. "Nice working with you."
She wrinkled her nose as she climbed the stairs. The hotel—and she used that term loosely—reeked of mold. Room seven’s door stuck on the carpeting, and she had to kick it open. It looked like the rest of the place: shitty.
I really like this opening. It's strongly written and also engaging. I also remember giving you feedback during a previous contest! Was it query kombat last year?