Well, as the title implies I'm a young writer who has written quite a few things in my lifetime. My passion first came from this girl I fell in love with, and now ever since then for two and a half years I've been writing this story that will eventually span three-four books. I've been getting a lot of encouraging feedback with things like "spectacular", "vivid", and one of my favorites, "this should be a movie!" Anyway, I wanted to know what you all would think of my work so I've decided to put my short introduction here for you all to read. Be honest with me and tell me what you think, as this is my life's passion (besides the Military ) and all the helpful feedback I can get is highly appreciated.
July 23, 2616
The lone Spartan stood before the hazy horizon scanning the land before him with unblinking eyes. This place sure has seen better days. His blue and silver armor gleamed, capturing the pale, sickly light of the sun shining through clouds of smoke and dust. The orders had been clear enough; there was nothing to do now but see what was left to save in this desolate city.
Marching through the rubble he idly listened to the echo of his own footfalls reverberate throughout the silent ruin. Buildings, offices, and skyscraqers crumbled from the inside out and outside in. Some seemed to stand over severed parts of other structures as if they were fallen soldiers.
Nothing stirred but the Spartan. He looked down into the palm of his hand; in it laid a pair of dog tags. On it was engraved was a simple rank, but that wasn’t what he read. There was a name on the other side, something only known to him. Why couldn’t it have been me instead? He made his grip tighter on the tags and marched forward solemnly, pausing every now and then to watch the motion tracker in the lower left corner of his helmet’s visor. Still nothing but destruction and death. Bloodied corpses still littered the street like road kill on a highway; slaughtered like animals. The Spartan knelt down next to one such corpse; a soldier, barely twenty.
“Rest in peace, marine,” he whispered to the body, sliding his thumb and forefinger over his eyelids. Beep. The sound of the motion tracker startled him and made him jump to his feet. Beep. It was louder, stronger now. Life. He sprinted towards the direction where the dot was on his tracker, hoping he wouldn’t be too late…