Creative Writing - Currently Unnamed
 

A glistening bade was drawn slowly over skin as pale as snow; blue eyes brimmed with unshed sadness as the blade bit deeper. Crimson droplets began to form before merging together and forming a line. For this was only the beginning of a frenzied attack on a defenceless victim.
Soon the blade would lie forgotten on the floor as rivulets of blood flowed forming a pool around petite manicured toes.
The world began floating in and out of focus, suddenly the pain vanished, but the blood continued to flow, she stood on long legs, bracing herself against the sink, teetering on the brink of collapse. There was a muffled banging noise coming from the door, she was sure it should be louder but everything seemed to be so far away, the door flew open just as she lost herself in an ocean of blissful unconsciousness; and there – on her leg – was UGLY in crimson letters, for all to see.



this is just the opening paragraph; ive always wanted to write. and my friend suggested writing something based around what i know. i know this.
sorry if its total rubbish.

creative critisim appreciated

well i think it's good. it was a little basic, but that's nothing practise can't heal and is nothing to be ashamed of. You caught my attention with it and that's the main thing.
I look forward to reading a lot more of this.
You're good, but have the potential to be brilliant.