Beverly sat alone in the dark, staring vacantly at the cigarette smoke as it ran desperately to escape in the air. She was shaking, her free hand stuck between her knees as she rocked there, trying desperately not to scream.
Saying I liked seemed inappropriate and mechanically telling you that it evoked responses. Probably the desired response for the audience to have, well that sounded trite. So I went with a catch phrase....I know. But it had a damn good descriptor....kind of.
Geez. that was terrible. what tripe crap. how do you call yourself a writer?
^_^ love you!
I wanna know a few more lines about Matt. About his death, how that affected her current state. I get that it was supposed to have a vauge feel to it, just like her mind, but that was still a little too foggy.
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A shame that I think it's relative crap :)
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^_^ love you!
I wanna know a few more lines about Matt. About his death, how that affected her current state. I get that it was supposed to have a vauge feel to it, just like her mind, but that was still a little too foggy.
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it was awsome, however.
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