Question for all. I am a practicing fantasy writer. I have just began a short story. Judging from the short passage below, should I keep writing? Comments are appreciated.
John is a reckless space mercenary captain who is drunk half of the time, but is competent at what he does.
John woke up at the control panel with a massive headache. He realized, after looking around, that his ship has crashed, again,
"I guess I was a little too drunk last night," he thought to himself, trying to activate the powerless panel.
"Meh, the crew can have this fixed in an hour," he said out loud, as he clumsily exited the cockpit.
His legs wobbled, like they had a mind of their own, and he had a headache, made worse after he noticed a part of his ship was missing.
"Now this might be a problem," he muttered.
John checked his gun and pocket watch, and jumped down to the soft ground. He looked around and saw only trees. As previously, he let luck guide him in a random direction. He would eventually find something, good or bad.
John wandered through the woods for a long time, and eventually found a cabin.
It was getting dark, so he decided to let himself into the small building.
The cabin had an odd smell to it. The air was dry, and everything was covered in a thick layer of dust.
Without thinking twice, he decided to sleep a little on the bed. Whoever lived there probably would mind, but John didn't mind being yelled at, at all.
John is a reckless space mercenary captain who is drunk half of the time, but is competent at what he does.
John woke up at the control panel with a massive headache. He realized, after looking around, that his ship has crashed, again,
"I guess I was a little too drunk last night," he thought to himself, trying to activate the powerless panel.
"Meh, the crew can have this fixed in an hour," he said out loud, as he clumsily exited the cockpit.
His legs wobbled, like they had a mind of their own, and he had a headache, made worse after he noticed a part of his ship was missing.
"Now this might be a problem," he muttered.
John checked his gun and pocket watch, and jumped down to the soft ground. He looked around and saw only trees. As previously, he let luck guide him in a random direction. He would eventually find something, good or bad.
John wandered through the woods for a long time, and eventually found a cabin.
It was getting dark, so he decided to let himself into the small building.
The cabin had an odd smell to it. The air was dry, and everything was covered in a thick layer of dust.
Without thinking twice, he decided to sleep a little on the bed. Whoever lived there probably would mind, but John didn't mind being yelled at, at all.