writers_loft | Story I've been working on for forever now... (Reply)

Hi there guys. I'm Sara. I've been in the community for a few months now, but never really posted anything because I'm a college student and was pretty busy with school. Anyway, I've been writing this story for several months now, here and there. And now, it's become something of a novel. I'm on 28,000 + words, nowhere close to finished. But, I got some of my friends to read it, and they say it has potential. I love my characters and the storyline, so I'd LOVE LOVE LOVE for some other people, maybe people in the community to read this first chapter. I will post more chapters or whatever else, but I just need some feedback. SO, if anyone has some spare time, that'd be awesome. THANKS!

WAVES OF MERCY

A/N: So, I've been writing this crazy random story for a while, and I wanted to post it on here to get some opinions and exposure. A few of my RL friends have begun reading it, and they quote "can't get enough," so I thought it might be good to throw it up here, too. There's already 7 chapters, but the plotline is a bit iffy as of late.

Summary: Mercedes Williams has been through a lot in her short life, but unorthodox coping mechanisms and her friends have helped her through. Despite being 22 years old, she can't seem to get over the happenings of her past, and looks at herself as a scared, no, terrified, little girl. As she struggles to do the large amount of growing up she still has to do, can she get over the events from her past, as well as what events plague her future?

Rating: for mature readers, i'd say. (lots of swear words. ha.)

Chapter 1: Hello, I'm the Murderer you've been looking for.

Preview:

“So, what’s the problem, Miss Benz?” he asked. Ah, the adorable nickname he had bestowed on me. I had never really liked my name until Rich had decided, that he would call me Miss Benz, because with a name like Mercedes, why the hell not, right? He reached into my bag, pulling out my pack of smokes at his own liberty. I smiled. How could he always tell when something was wrong?
“Nothing.” Everything. My entire life is one big mistake. I can’t stop thinking of mom, and I can’t stop cutting myself when I think of her. Pretty soon, you’ll be reading my obituary. Oh, I also have the biggest test of my career in about 3 hours, and I’m nowhere near ready.

“I’m just…tired,” I sighed and glanced sideways towards his face

vist my lj here to read: (http://sara-nade.livejournal.com/2824.html#cutid1)