These are the rough, unedited first five prologs in my current writing. I just want some suggestions, thank you so much if you take the time to respond.
Edit from like a year later or something: Uh so obviously this is discontinued. Im not taking it down or anything so if you have the willpower to read it
Cool 👍🏻
Prolog 1 With: ? She sat at the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea. The salty air wiped her hair into her face, but she didn’t care. This is her favorite spot. She sighed, for she knew she would have to go back soon, back to the house she refused to think of as home.
Prolog 2 With: ? The highest branch of the oldest tree in the forest held her weight. She mist have been fifty feet in the air, but she wasn’t scared; she came here often. The sun began its decent, and she expertly jumped from branch to branch until she hit solid ground. When she could just make out her little cottage, she smiled, for she knew, without having to smell the slightly smoky air nor see the black silhouettes dramatically contrasted byt the buttery yellow light behind the large windows, that when she got back her mom would be sitting on the over-stuffed couch in the loving room, waiting to hear about her outdoor adventure while they sipped hot chocolate near the fire.
Prolog 3 With: ? Her footsteps echoed off the sparkling moonstone walls. Her parents had requested her presence at 1:30 sharp, and she was already five minutes late. Finally, she came to the large double doors made of pure diamond. She took deep breath, readying herself for what was to come. She knew this had to be important, for her parents never wished to speak to her this formally. It seemed as though they had even dismissed the guards that were always posted at the two marble columns supporting the
Edit from like a year later or something:
Uh so obviously this is discontinued. Im not taking it down or anything so if you have the willpower to read it
Cool 👍🏻
Prolog 1
With: ?
She sat at the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea. The salty air wiped her hair into her face, but she didn’t care. This is her favorite spot. She sighed, for she knew she would have to go back soon, back to the house she refused to think of as home.
Prolog 2
With: ?
The highest branch of the oldest tree in the forest held her weight. She mist have been fifty feet in the air, but she wasn’t scared; she came here often. The sun began its decent, and she expertly jumped from branch to branch until she hit solid ground.
When she could just make out her little cottage, she smiled, for she knew, without having to smell the slightly smoky air nor see the black silhouettes dramatically contrasted byt the buttery yellow light behind the large windows, that when she got back her mom would be sitting on the over-stuffed couch in the loving room, waiting to hear about her outdoor adventure while they sipped hot chocolate near the fire.
Prolog 3
With: ?
Her footsteps echoed off the sparkling moonstone walls. Her parents had requested her presence at 1:30 sharp, and she was already five minutes late. Finally, she came to the large double doors made of pure diamond. She took deep breath, readying herself for what was to come. She knew this had to be important, for her parents never wished to speak to her this formally. It seemed as though they had even dismissed the guards that were always posted at the two marble columns supporting the