I hate nothing more than incomplete stories or cliffhangers. The main aim of reading the narrative is to see it all come together in the end. I don’t mind a disastrous ending or even a depressing one, at that. But to leave your reader hanging like that is a plot of the cruelest kind. I’ll show you what a narrative is supposed to be:
…Carrying a bag of chips and a tub of ice cream, I sat at the window for a while, lost in my thoughts. It had been several days since I had last spoken to my boyfriend and he didn’t seem to return my calls. Fishy. It also bothered me immensely that I hadn’t gone to work in the last couple of days and not one co worker had had the decency to ask me if there was something wrong. Sure, I never made much of an effort to be friendly towards them but you wouldn’t either, if you saw how snooty and immature they were. (No, I’m not the snooty one, thank you very much). But if one of them went off the grid like that, I’d call to make sure they weren’t kidnapped or something, you know? Irresponsible humans. Humming a tune to my favourite song, I decided I’d continue the sketches I’d started last week. I’ve made a series of demon comic strips which I supply to the local paper to earn an extra buck and it’s more of a hobby than anything else. Viper is a vicious slimy green reptilian monster that represents our innermost human flaws like ego, greed, jealousy etc. I’m not showing off but it has been somewhat in the limelight for a while now. I started drawing the fangs and the tongue as I felt a prickly sensation on my legs. I looked down to see goosebumps cover my hands. Odd. I shut the windows thinking it was the cool breeze that had me uncomfortable. But soon the chill spread through my body and I could feel myself choking a little as I saw the face of Viper staring at me through the window. No, I am not a lunatic, it was out there. I felt a grip on my neck, the touch of cold slimy scales brushing my back as fear- beyond any I’ve ever felt- crippled me. I shut my eyes and screamed as I fell hard to the floor. What is happening? I must be dreaming! But every bone in my body told me this was my reality. Being kidnapped would have been a better situation right now. I threw up as I turned around and saw the monstrosity that loomed over my head. Suddenly, like a flash of lightning, fangs bore into my forehead. I struggled, gasping, and reached out to hold onto something. Hel-