Well, I said I would post some writing in the hope of improving it haha. I am still in high school and never really started writing until very recently. I am by no means an epic writer; but I figure if I write nearly every day for the rest of my life I'll get pretty effing good haha.
This is the beginning of a novel; not trying to produce a Pulitzer prize here; just want to start getting stuff down on paper and getting it read. Any suggestions / critiques would be great.
Tonight was the night. The man strolled through the forest's darkness, displacing neither twig nor branch. Even the woodlands seemed to acknowledge the cold and calculating silence in which his mission was to be carried out. Barely a rustle or creek was heard from the trees. Tonight was the night he thought. The culmination of months of tracking, verifying, and planning all converged into this one night.
The moon shined blood red causing the silhouetted trees to emit an eerie maroon along the forest path. Even her celestial cousins "shined" darkness; all watching the lone figure slip through the forest.
His heart hammered relentlessly against his chest as he crossed the trickling stream. He was close. His fingers went tight along the grip of his yew longbow. Etched into the weathered wood were the words: "Praenuntius Moti" or harbinger of death. The man glanced down at that simple phrase and smiled. He liked that name.
Missing the forehead meant the man's death. But Mark never failed and he never missed.
Well hope you enjoyed it haha... All comments are welcome; especially constructive criticism.