I used the following as an opener to a story I'm writing outside of our creative writing class. I just want to know what everyone thinks of it. The story is titled "Deserted" and I think it has the potential to be one of my better stories. I haven't written it in a few weeks since I've been so busy, but with Thanksgiving break coming up, hopefully I'll have time to finish it. Anyway, feel free to critique and offer suggestions! Enjoy...           

 I walked down an empty alleyway. On either side of me was a plain, brick wall glowing yellow from the dim lights above. My feet walked on a typical sidewalk, littered with street trash and dried gum. I soon found myself surrounded by familiar faces. On either side of me, the brick walls suddenly had portraits of seemingly everyone I knew. As I continued on, I saw snapshots of me with these people, a captured memory, and I noticed they were all different sizes. The bigger the photos were, the more I remembered about them. The smaller ones I remembered as well, but the memories were not as clear. I walked for what felt like hours and hours in the alley that now seemed never ending. But it did end, because eventually I reached a plain brick wall much like the ones surrounding it, only it had a lone door in the middle. On it, a neon “Open” sign blinked steadily below a window. I pressed my face in the window in an attempt to look in, but all I saw was white. I reached for the knob and turned it, only to find it was locked. I sighed and turned around, only to shake my head in disbelief. The alley I had just walked down was gone; I was surrounded by three walls. A claustrophobic feeling washed over me as I turned to bang on the door, but as I did, I came to realize the door was gone as well…