Well, it has been quite a long time since I have posted any of my work. Here is the prologue to the novel that I am writing for my Master’s program. This coming of age story has a little bit of action, which is shown first in the prologue. Please comment on what you think of the beginning of my novel.
She ran. The sores on her feet stained her white shoes with blood. The puddles of freezing rainwater numbed her pain, but only for a moment. There was no time to stop, to rest, or to even think. Her mind was focused on one thing: survival. The street filled with fog, and it disguised the glow of the lamps with a shimmering haze.
As she ran, her ripped dress tripped her and she fell. Her heart raced as she turned back to look at something, relieved for a split second because all she saw was fog. Picking herself up off the ground, she continued running, tearing off parts of the long, ceremonial gown.
Have to get away. They can’t get me as long as I keep running. Just keep running.
The fog slowly dissipated, revealing cozy, little homes separated by dozens of dark alleys. The girl bolted past a few houses before she found an opening littered with piles of garbage. She turned the corner, leaning against the stone wall to catch her breath. Hopefully, she ran far enough to escape it. Once her heart slowed, she picked her way through the rotten food and plastic wrappers, until her body was completely covered.
She crouched there, almost gagging from the stench around her. The moonlight illuminated enough of the street so that she could see the entrance, where her eyes deadlocked on the shadow shuffling past her hiding place. She resolved to stay there until morning when she knew she would be safe from the monster following her in the night.