~Working Title~ Chapter one sample.
Here is a sample from a first chapter, please note I don't take any of you for fools and know it is a rewrite of fable, how ever I'm re writing it first so I can entwine it with the second coming story of a different hero,
As I said it is a sample as I did not think 7 pages would fit into one post/small chunks are easier for readers to digest.
Comments/[FONT="]Criticism[/FONT] welcome, as well as [FONT="]Grammar[/FONT] and punctuation suggestions/corrections
[FONT="]Chicken Chaser did not know if only seconds or hours had passed. The bandits stop emerging from the town gates and the screams had started to fade into the distance. It took three attempts to raise himself off the ground. He took small steps at first then larger steps until be broke out into a run. He decided it would be best to take the mountain along the bridge back to his house rather than run through the centre of the town. He got to the top of the hill, looked forward over the fence, and saw the true horror of what the bandits had inflicted on his hometown. Every home and shop was on fire. Bandits were running in and out of each one their arms holding onto what ever they could grab from each shop, out the inn poured many bandits each holding kegs of cider and ale. Every so often villagers were running through the centre chased by bandits they did not last long, men, women and children. Some were shot with an arrow, others were sliced the unfortunate few who tried to defend themselves were tortured in horrific and unbelievable ways for their courage. “Every one is dead or dying, why was Theresa taken away and not killed?” He thought to himself. He decided to put the thought to the back of his mind, not daring to think what could be happening to her, a tear poured down his cheek. He wiped it away and pressed on towards the bridge[/FONT]
Here is a sample from a first chapter, please note I don't take any of you for fools and know it is a rewrite of fable, how ever I'm re writing it first so I can entwine it with the second coming story of a different hero,
As I said it is a sample as I did not think 7 pages would fit into one post/small chunks are easier for readers to digest.
Comments/[FONT="]Criticism[/FONT] welcome, as well as [FONT="]Grammar[/FONT] and punctuation suggestions/corrections
[FONT="]Chicken Chaser did not know if only seconds or hours had passed. The bandits stop emerging from the town gates and the screams had started to fade into the distance. It took three attempts to raise himself off the ground. He took small steps at first then larger steps until be broke out into a run. He decided it would be best to take the mountain along the bridge back to his house rather than run through the centre of the town. He got to the top of the hill, looked forward over the fence, and saw the true horror of what the bandits had inflicted on his hometown. Every home and shop was on fire. Bandits were running in and out of each one their arms holding onto what ever they could grab from each shop, out the inn poured many bandits each holding kegs of cider and ale. Every so often villagers were running through the centre chased by bandits they did not last long, men, women and children. Some were shot with an arrow, others were sliced the unfortunate few who tried to defend themselves were tortured in horrific and unbelievable ways for their courage. “Every one is dead or dying, why was Theresa taken away and not killed?” He thought to himself. He decided to put the thought to the back of his mind, not daring to think what could be happening to her, a tear poured down his cheek. He wiped it away and pressed on towards the bridge[/FONT]