Hello. This is my first story and i'd like to say that it is still work in progress. I have completed some of the other chapters already but if I'm going to post them I need feedback: 1, to know if it's worthwhile me actually writing these. 2, I would like feed back on what I need to do to improve. The chapters may look short but it is designed for an A5 book not A4. Thank you, Tomahawk.
Chapter 1: Isaac
The small town of Heartmouth lay on the hills and cliffs of the west coast of England. It was a very ordinary countryside town with cottages and old post office buildings. The local highschool had been built in the 1980's and stood tall opposite the more modern primary school across the road. There were a few pubs and social places lying around and a small pier jutting out into the relatively calm sea. There were not many boats that passed. The ones that did were usually fishing ships that only cruised by on there way north-east to the market in Bristol. On the hills away from the beach was an estate of old and new manor houses. Just below that were the residential streets of Heartmouth, then further along the road was where the community park sat. Here Isaac would spend a lot of his time either wandering around or sitting on the benches reading. When it rained he would do pretty much the same inside. Isaac was fourteen. He had lived in the same house all his life and had decided that he was bored. When he had been a child he had liked to go round to his best friend's house and they would play in the park for hours. Isaac had never been particularly sporty. His friend had been almost his equal and most thought they had been brothers. That was until he had been in a car crash and had had to move elsewhere so his family could access the hospital more easily as there was only a small apothecary in Hearthmouth. Since then Isaac found himself wandering aimlessly and mostly staying alnoe. He avoided people at school and he eventually disappeared. No one acknowledged him or spoke to him. But he enjoyed his solitary environments. Isaac thought about all this while watching the ducks swimming in the pond, looking for morsels of bread. It had been raining lightly all day so not many people were around. The sun was behind an overcast sky and shadows were cast everywhere. Isaac looked around and when he was alone he stood up, shaking the rain drops from his coat, and threw the remaining bit of his ham sandwich to the ducks. Looking at his new digital watch he began to walk home. The numbers read 7:32. He turned a corner and walked into the back alley that he always took on the way back to his house. Rain dripped steadily from the roofs onto his hood. He stepped to avoid some puddles and turned a couple of corners. Finally he reached the gate and pushed it open. The rusted lock had fallen off weeks ago but no one could be bothered repairing it. He walked across the empty street and up to his front door. He opened it with his key, threw his coat on the rack and walked upstairs. His parents wouldn't be in for another hour. He took a book from his shelf and began to read.