Post by FranticProdigy on Jul 15, 2011 18:48:27 GMT -5
This is a very small piece I just wrote, I know I am not an incredible writer, and I know that this is full of grammatical errors. Any criticism is appreciated, tear it to pieces, please.
I stood at the end of the long boardwalk late in the afternoon. I sat leaning on the metallic hand rail, it was frigid but it warmed shortly after contact. I stared at the water below thinking of the previous night. “How could I make such a mistake?” it was such a known and universally accepted moral that I had violated. Tears strewn down my face as I looked into the water and thought, as the clouds in the reflection passed overhead. It became dark now, and people started clearing out of the small shops that were typically littered with tourists looking for small trinkets to bring home. I no longer have a home. If only one would pay me a visit out here, and ask me to join their family I most certainly would. There was someone down the beach a ways, progressively becoming smaller as they walked in the opposite direction. I knew they would be coming for me soon, my senses said run, but my mind said stay, as if rejecting sensory input.
I stood at the end of the long boardwalk late in the afternoon. I sat leaning on the metallic hand rail, it was frigid but it warmed shortly after contact. I stared at the water below thinking of the previous night. “How could I make such a mistake?” it was such a known and universally accepted moral that I had violated. Tears strewn down my face as I looked into the water and thought, as the clouds in the reflection passed overhead. It became dark now, and people started clearing out of the small shops that were typically littered with tourists looking for small trinkets to bring home. I no longer have a home. If only one would pay me a visit out here, and ask me to join their family I most certainly would. There was someone down the beach a ways, progressively becoming smaller as they walked in the opposite direction. I knew they would be coming for me soon, my senses said run, but my mind said stay, as if rejecting sensory input.
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