Readers input

As an Author it is important to us that we are giving readers what they want in a book. Readers input helps us to improve our writing and also gain new skills.

Here are some of the things that as a writer is important to us?

*Does the opening paragraph pull you in?

*Is the story engaging

Ect

One of the things I like to see in reviews is what the reader liked about my book but also what the reader didn't like. Telling an Author what you didn't like about a book helps us to not keep letting the things readers don't like crop up in other books.

With all that said, I have shared the first few paragraphs of Scarred By Betrayal.

As readers does the beginning of the story pull you in?

Does it make you want to read more?

Or does it simply do nothing for you?

Please share with me your comments, ideas or what you think. Or any thoughts you have, your feedback, views and opinion's are always welcome.

“Henry,” Ruth struggled to say the one word. Her voice was barley audible, but in the silence of the room, Henry heard her loud and clear. Stood in the door way to his parent’s bed chamber, he rushed to her side and knelt before the bed. He clasped her cold and bony hands in his own.

Henry held his breath and waited for his mum to say more. Anything he just wanted to hear her sweet voice. Tell him everything was going to be fine, like she had so many times before. Instead her breathing became rigid and she gave him a small smile. All his hope in that moment shattered. Ruth’s eyes slowly closed as she took her last breath. It was a sound that would stay with Henry for the rest of his life. Sharp and piecing, it exploded in his head and echoed in his mind. The raspy sound she had made cut his soul into two. His heart dropped to his stomach and he felt physically sick watching the life drain from her body.

Grief stricken Henry jumped up from the floor. “Do something!” he yelled to the doctor who stood in the corner of the room with his head bowed. He made no sound. His gaze was glued to the ground. Anger swelled inside Henry. With three big strides he was across the room. The doctor’s eyes grew wide as Henry clutched his crisp white shirt in his hands. With the tips of his toes just touching the floor and Henry’s face just a millimetre away, he whispered, “There is nothing I can do,” his voice held a hint of pity.

Henry didn’t believe him, he couldn’t. With eyes a blaze he dragged the doctor to his mother’s bedside. The doctor shook his head. Henry was a light with rage by that point. He was a doctor. His job was to save people. Yet all he had done was let the people of the town down. One by one the life was sucked from them. With all their money and social status, still it wasn’t enough to save Ruth.

Without any warning Henry’s hands clenched into fists and swung back picking up speed. However his hand never made contact with the Doctor as his father had caught his raised fists, pushing Henry’s hands behind his back. Henry ranted and raged, his words a gibberish mess coupled with the odd curse.

Please help me improve my writing by commenting and offering your input as readers.

Scarred By Betrayal

E.J Bennett