The Destroyer by Pauline HsiaCan I also say the flow is off because I was writing separate parts and rushed to sew them together. ERGLES!
He put on his rubber rain coat again, only on Sundays, which has the power to slow passersby down; after all, he was a towering yellow-human-traffic-light. And he prefers to walk down streets as if he was dying. How does a dying man walk? With a confident yet lethargic gait with a slight hesitation at the hip. His usual pattern consisted of two long strides and a hop with the ends of his rain coat flapping. Bystanders, men and women alike, confess that there’s a nervous energy about him, physically drawing them in as if he was some kind of vortex. Though, they say it’s due to charisma, the hesitation at the hip says otherwise.
--- Taken Out----
Friday, August 28, 2009
This will be down by tomorrow--EW EW EW EW
I'm embarrassed because the story did not come out the way I wanted it to, but I don't even remember how I wanted it to come out really. The feeling is off and my grammar is off. Bear with it for now.
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Hm, interesting. You put a lot of effort into your writing, I can tell. I think I understand the plot, but I don't understand the piece as a whole yet--still, it's only been one readthrough. Pauline, you make me jealous. :(
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