Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24315706-20150526084650

So this is the opening of a story I'm writing called Red Morgan, and I'm wondering on how I should proceed, because I'm torn between Micro-pasta or expanding it into something more.

He hobbled forward, adjusting his rounded glasses in the process. He stopped just outside the circle of light. You can just make out a scalpel, gleaming in the darkness, dripping red. He stepped forward with little enthusiasm and was soon looking up and down your body.

'Not the fittest specimen, I have laid my eyes on. But you will suffice.' You remain to afraid to speak.

'If you have any last words, you may want to speak them now. Your tongue will be the first to go.'

'Will it hurt?'

The man looked offended, 'I take the care of my patients seriously. You will be given a large dose of morphine and other sedatives to keep you under. Unless you happen to wake. It will be like going into a long deep dark never ending sleep.'

You remain silent, shaking looking around wildly for any means of escape.

'There's no way out of this. I've tied you down anyway.' It was only now that you realised the tight leather straps that were digging into your skin.

'I've tried giving the others the benefit of the doubt. But that just results in a long chase, and me needing a long sit down afterwards. I'm a damn surgeon not a marathon runner. I tried telling them that! But they were so loud and noisy.'

You watch him wave his hands around like a madman before lowering the scalpel to the surface of your skin. The coolness of it travels through you.

'Now that we've finished this wonderful discussion. Let's just skip to the good bit.' 