I was in still in the diner. I was in there so long it began to be nightfall. I quickly stepped off the stool and straightened my suit and tie, smiling arrogantly at everyone in the place. I noticed a detective in there, she looked like she was stressed, and tight with money. She also looked deprived of sleep and in search of something-someone I should say. Makes me wonder. As I stepped out the cold air hit me, and I wrapped my arms around me and walked silently. The alleys and streets were almost like a ghost town besides the gleaming lights. I finally arrived at my apartment, I unlocked my door and stepped inside. The warmth of the heater was amazingly comforting from the cold. I limped to my bed and collapsed asleep onto it from the exhaustion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry it's short. Can't spoil too much.
For sure. Give as many details as possible, imagine what you are writing, and write the details of what you see. Add depth to your character so he/she is well written. Never follow too many cliche's either. NEVER make your character perfect. Never make your character say something like "I have a smile to die for" because it's arrogant and stupid to be honest. Flaws are what make the characters interesting. Always make sure your story has good chemistry and the events come together. Make sure to use plenty of literary devices for these help the reader imagine your story better. And last but not least, never plan out your story too far, for if you're not surprised, the reader won't be.
Meg's POV "Well, this is my stop." I stepped out of Kianara's car. "Hey, if you ever need anything, just remember that I'm here for you," she said. I smiled. "Thanks." I walked up to the apartment building. I took the elevator up to my floor and walked down the hall. I noticed that someone at the other end of the hall was trying to get into their apartment. I looked at him closely an he looked like the guy from the diner. When he opened the door, he stopped as if he could sense me watching him. I looked back at the door and blushed. Maybe it wasn't him. "Damn!" I fumbled with my keys. I jammed them into the lock and pulled the door open a little harder than I meant too. I looked back at the guy and he was staring at me. I just froze. He looked exactly like this Wesley guy. Same hair, eyes, and everything. I rushed into my apartment and shut the door behind me. My heart was beating fast and I was breathing hard. I normally have panic attacks like this one when the suspect is near. But this was different. My cheeks were flushed and my hands were shaking and sweaty. I walked over to the sink and splashed cool water on my face. It felt so good that I just hung my head under the stream. I stayed there for a good five minutes until I couldn't keep my eyes open any more. I went to my room and flopped on the bed. I was so exhausted that I couldn't keep my eyes opened anymore. That night, I had a nightmare.