~»tamagirl101«~
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Here is a prologue of a story that I wrote in English class. I would like to know if I should expand on my idea or lose it altogether:
He sat in the bleak light of the crowded bus. His head was spinning from the events of the past. The other poeple were loudly talking and cussing at each other. He pressed his head against the foggy window and stared out at the landscape, or at what the dimness of dusk would let him see. Lonliness stuck in his heart and sorrow filled his mind. Nothing would ever be the same again. The lights of the bus dimmed, and all that he could see was an eery glow coming from the front of the bus. It was too dark to see the tears falling down his face. He tried so hard to forget all he had seen and heard from last night, but since he had nothing else on his mind, he remebered everything in spite of himself. The blood curdling screams that seemed to creep from behind and shake out his name in a mere echoing whisper, penetrating his mind like an iron fist in a convulsing pulse, and the ghostly silence that followed, tearing at his soul with the frozen, hideous grin that is known only by the name of death. These sounds would haunt him for the rest of his life. His family was gone, and it was all his fault. He knew it.
He sat in the bleak light of the crowded bus. His head was spinning from the events of the past. The other poeple were loudly talking and cussing at each other. He pressed his head against the foggy window and stared out at the landscape, or at what the dimness of dusk would let him see. Lonliness stuck in his heart and sorrow filled his mind. Nothing would ever be the same again. The lights of the bus dimmed, and all that he could see was an eery glow coming from the front of the bus. It was too dark to see the tears falling down his face. He tried so hard to forget all he had seen and heard from last night, but since he had nothing else on his mind, he remebered everything in spite of himself. The blood curdling screams that seemed to creep from behind and shake out his name in a mere echoing whisper, penetrating his mind like an iron fist in a convulsing pulse, and the ghostly silence that followed, tearing at his soul with the frozen, hideous grin that is known only by the name of death. These sounds would haunt him for the rest of his life. His family was gone, and it was all his fault. He knew it.