Iron Hanging Baskets I Like To Write. Can You Please Tell Me What You Think Of The Introduction To My Story?

I like to write. Can you please tell me what you think of the introduction to my story? - iron hanging baskets

Currently, I only wrote Chapter 4 .. but the intro. Tell me what you think? :) Thank you.


The night was dark. Your thoughts become darker. His intentions were clear, all I need is a way to enter the house, quietly, without disturbance. Their anxious eyes searched the sky for some kind of miraculous inspiration. Nothing. And then, as if the master of disaster has been reading his thoughts and cunning buzzing with the breath, whispered at midnight breeze gently melancholy that makes all the leaves softly rattling around. The clean wicker hanging basket that is placed over the door of green slime, where the color is evenly distributed bounded gracefully through the wind, swaying plays his iron chain. Amber smiled softly to himself and headed down the street with stones. The neighborhood was so quiet that would make this task much easier. The Amber emerald-green eyes sparkled with excitement as he reaches lay a glove made of leather to hang up and dug into the icy soil. I was there. Her long fingers trembled jokeh before, took the key in the palm of your hand and go. Under the moonlight, silvery wonder, it was not only the key to your house, but also the key to vengeance. The silence, as he turned the key in the lock. The crack soft, when the door opened it was almost unknown, but was sent to the runaway heart Amber acceleration and adrenalin through his body. At least, he thought, I use a polite way to go. A formal break-in. These are fragments of broken glass, even a broken pot. Not that he deserves such consideration and hospitality. You deserve exactly what came to them. With this thought troubled past, the yellow lights to the stairs without problems jaw. Clinging to his revolver, soot, and his partner in crime, went directly into the room.