The Rescue

Avatar Author: Elizabeth Greene A fiction novelist of no published piece of literature except the typical school required pieces of which are boring and oh so factual. "When writing a novel, a writer should create living people; people, not character... Read Bio

Annah sat at her desk and wept. If there really was a god, why would they steal the only thing she had left in the world? She reached for the top drawer of the desk where she knew her father had kept the gun. As she lifted it, she vaguely heard someone distantly call her name. Briefly, she heard someone running up the stairs and down the hall. As she started squeezing the trigger, she felt the cold metal of the gun be ripped from her trembling hand. The thief knelt beside her and held her as her tears soaked his shirt. When, at last, the tears ceased, she looked into the face of her saviour. She felt her breath escape her lungs as she studied the dear familiar face that she had long thought dead.

“Sean,” she whispered.

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  1. Avatar Over the Precipice of the Unknown; Into the Frontier of Uncertainty

    You hint at so much depth, and multiple layers to these characters which is good to have. However, with these minimal ficly boundaries the allusions not only seem unfair, but also takes away from the quality of any one piece as a stand alone story. I see you have talent, but could use more focus and refinement on specific incidents, feelings, or moments in time.

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