tisdag 10 maj 2011
Sir Harald Svenssons blogg entry
The sun was rising over the ocean, softly granting the clouds an intense red color. The water was still asleep. A bird could be sighted over the horizon but that was it. There was nothing. Only the cold grains of sand under his worn feet. Without any remorse or regret he just kept on walking without looking back.
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SvaraRaderaNice. Good use of imagery to set the scene. Next, perhaps describe the character a little more; why is he not looking back?
SvaraRaderaThis is an image, and not bad as such. Not much of a story yet. So who is this guy? What has he done?
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