Some people that I had conversations with, said that my english was alright, but writing a complete (short) history in a language that is not my native one certainly seemed like a challenge to me. I had to pause a lot of times because I couldn't think of the word to use, much more times than I do when I write in portuguese.
Here is a short excerpt that may or may not turn into a full story:
I don't know, I feel as if the writing is kinda... Dry or something? I have a little difficulty expressing the scene as how I see it in my head, if that makes sense.Not one of my brightest ideasI was beginning to wonder if driving a car was something I should be doing with a bleeding stranger in the back seat and a migraine pounding behind my eyes.
It certainly didn't help that mister I-don't-feel-like-telling-my-name, or just "Mr. Stranger" for short, kept telling me how to drive my own damn car.
"Look, you should have taken that left turn", Mr. Stranger said, trying in vain to stop the bleeding with my handkerchief.
"This way is a shortcut", I replied, gritting my teeth.
I will not curse someone who was possibly bleeding to death, I thought, and kept repeating this mantra in my head.
The heavy rain was making things really difficult to see, but I lived in this city for 24 years, I knew these streets like the back of my hand.
I heard some restless noises coming from my back seat, and then, Mr. Stranger groaned. "Ugh, dying of blood loss is going to suck."
"Shut up, you're not dying." And that was a lie, probably. With the quantity of blood decorating my back seat, it was kinda surprising that he was still breathing. Of course, that didn't mean I had to accept it. "Corpses are not allowed in my car."
He laughed, it sounded disturbingly hollow. "You know, you're a pretty alright guy behind that cranky exterior. I honestly expected you to abandon me, or to at least call the police..."
I gripped the wheel tighter, my tongue suddenly dry.
Driving a bleeding stranger at 2AM in a freaking tempest probably wasn't the best idea that I ever had, but honestly, I had a lot of questionable ideas these days.
What do you guys think? Did this short thing at least got you interest in the story of these two got in that situation?
If I really decide to write the VN in english, I'll definetly try to get a beta, but is my writing interesting enough? Please say if it got confusing or if my english is wonky in some parts, I genuinely can't tell.