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The key to change is to let go of fear. These words reverberated in his mind. As John peered hard into the car mirror he examined his reflection. He still looked the same, but he felt vastly different. The mirror stared back at him with weary blue eyes bordered by freckled, tanned and wrinkling skin. Immediately thoughts began to form in John’s mind like grey clouds on the horizon. He could distinctly remember how he had felt when the doctor told him he had skin cancer.
It was a terrifying feeling, as if his life, his soul, was a glass pane shattered by the shrilling squall which surged from the doctor’s serene lips. The future suddenly felt finite, and his formerly limitless possibilities now appeared inconsequential in the cold, clinical light of science. (Still haven't finished this part)
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It was scarily, eerily, and forebodingly silent. As she entered the room, she saw a note lying on her bed. A wave of apprehension and shock rushed over her as she hurried over to read the note. It was written in his hand writing. When she placed down the note, tears were already trickling down her freckled, tanned and wrinkling cheek as she remembered her beloved husband John.
Hey this is meant to be a 400 word creative story based on change. What do people think about it? Constructive criticism is much apprecited. Thanks
what are some things I can do to make it better?
It was a terrifying feeling, as if his life, his soul, was a glass pane shattered by the shrilling squall which surged from the doctor’s serene lips. The future suddenly felt finite, and his formerly limitless possibilities now appeared inconsequential in the cold, clinical light of science. (Still haven't finished this part)
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It was scarily, eerily, and forebodingly silent. As she entered the room, she saw a note lying on her bed. A wave of apprehension and shock rushed over her as she hurried over to read the note. It was written in his hand writing. When she placed down the note, tears were already trickling down her freckled, tanned and wrinkling cheek as she remembered her beloved husband John.
Hey this is meant to be a 400 word creative story based on change. What do people think about it? Constructive criticism is much apprecited. Thanks
what are some things I can do to make it better?