How does the prologue of my story sound?
I wrote it last night at two in the morning when I got the idea. I’ve been wondering how to write my prologue for a while as a lot of the other stuff is already written. On the word document, I have moved alot of the sentances about to give it an interesting structure, so that’s why the words are moved around a bit. I haven’t named the college that the story is set at yet. (Is it too wordy?)
Would this interest you?
Prologue.
Do you ever get bored in school?
Do you ever sit there in class wishing that something would happen?
Daydreams?
Mine usually involved
high speed pursuits in top of the range cars with a fit girl
in the passenger-seat.
Sometimes robots would get involved
…
sometimes aliens.
But the thing is with aliens, you never know what to expect.
Robots and cars are one thing,
just
circuit boards and metal
with bits of plastic thrown in here
and there, but,
aliens?
They’re tricky little buggers.
Little buggers made up of god knows what with thoughts and dreams, fears and desires.
And sometimes
they’re not
that
little.
Humanity has had to ask itself, are they real? Is the truth really out there?
And if so,
Are they like us? Or are they different?
Faster?
Stronger?
Smarter?
Maybe superior to humanity.
And if that is the case, the most important thing is what goes on inside their heads.
Would they be intrigued by us?
Help us to understand more than we already do?
Would they like us?
No?
See us as a threat and wipe us out?
Enslave us?
Think of us as toys and hunt us down for fun?
There’s a whole universe of possibilities when we think of aliens.
Think about these questions in a maths lesson on a Friday afternoon in school and you’ve got an adventure brewing in your head, like a storm.
And on that particular Friday afternoon, at ——— College, during that
unforgettable
maths lesson, a storm was definitely brewing.
Overhead,
in the clouds.
And it was just a matter of time before that storm,
hit
Steve