“Please let me say goodbye to my family,” the prisoner begged before the execution.
The warden quietly opened the viewing curtain.
The warden quietly opened the viewing curtain.
“Depends,” he replied, glancing at my daughter, “how old is the meat?”
His parents quietly pulled him away before he could finish describing the basement.
Then my real son asked why I was hesitating.
She spent the next hour begging the nurses not to let me back into her room.
Hey, I just published a short psychological thriller and I’m trying to improve my writing. I’d really appreciate any honest feedback—especially on the pacing, tension, and ending.
It’s about a girl whose dead sister’s ex keeps showing up to family dinners… even though he was never invited.
If anyone’s willing to take a look, I’d love to hear what worked and what didn’t. Thanks! I’ll post the link in the comments.