This is the prologue to a story that I've been sporadically working on for a while now. Tell me what you think (and keep in mind that's it's just a draft, so don't be too harsh ).

No title as of yet.

The rain fell. The drops were not of the driving, pelting variety that was typical for this type of year, but rather gentle and warm, hardly making a sound as they hit the concrete. Mixing with the warm blood, they spread to form small puddles, running in rivulets down the gutters and into the drains. The dim lights of the alley shed only a feeble glow, barely glinting off of the empty casings lying at my feet. I knew that I should feel at least a twinge of regret at what I had done, but oddly, I didn’t. Then again, maybe my lack of emotion was justified. I gazed at the body in a trance, unable to tear my eyes from it. I noticed nothing other than the expression on the dead man’s face, one of extreme anguish. Deep down inside, I reveled in his pain – he deserved every second of it. I pondered yet again the sequence of the events that brought this most hated of lives to an end. Glancing at my watch, I noticed the hour, pangs of fatigue shaking me back to reality. It was useless to linger here any longer. I spun on my heel and began the four-block return to my car. I trudged through the rain as a black shadow in the even darker night.

well, not bad, but it's more like the INTRO to the prologue than the prologue itself. i like the descriptions in the first few lines, very detailed.

That's kind of what I intended it to be, but it's really rough right now.

Not bad for a draft. I like rain when it's the way you describe it.

Weird. You don't see many things like that written in first person, or am I just crazy? It seems so much better suited to third person.

You don't normally see things like this in first person, but it works. If that's just a rough draft, then you damn well better keep writing.

You're right. Not many people write like this while in first-person perspective, but I like it. The main character of the book is reflecting on a most fateful night (and is still a little overwhelmed by the experiences therin), and wants to set the scene by painting a vivid mental picture in the reader's head.



Thanks. I plan to.