Jack Smith awoke with a start. He could hear sirens but it wasn’t only in his dream. The streets of New York were alive and he was just one man added to the mess in a back ally. Closing his eyes, he tried to shake the image away from the inside of his eyelids. His mother weeping, fire fighters and police men everywhere, all he could do was stare as an ambulance blared its sirens and took his father away for good.
if my story startes out like that... would you want to read more of it?
Be honest.. and give be constuctive critisism.. dont be mean. Just give suggestions of what i could change or ideas of what would make it more interesting.
Thanks...
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