Thomas Upton
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im through with trying to do all this other stuff just to get my writing criticized, please read this small sample and give me feedback to whether or not its even that good. also any help or tips to help improve my writing is greatly appreciated 
I remember once when life wasnt so bad, when my destiny was mine for the choosing, why couldn't i have been stronger.
It was early morn when i had awoken, i could hear my father outside yelling up to me telling me to help him outside with the crops. The sun was right above the plains, its light flowing in through my windowsill to carefully reveal my less than appealing room which was covered in dust from countertop to ceiling. My clothes hanging from the dresser to display my knitted cotton shirt and ragged trousers which i would most likely be wearing once again since the village had a limited supply of water from the well for washing.
I rose from my bed, planting my feet onto the floor to rise and stretch the weariness from my body. My dull wood floor creaked and crackled as i walked across my room, stepping over the clutter and stacks of study books that had been provided to me for learning more common things such as agriculture and woodworking.
I opened my door to peek my head out into the hallways to listen if anyone else was already up but i didnt hear a sound, just the hollowness of solitude. I walked down the hall leading to the short flight of stairs where i went down into the kitchen where sat in the middle of the room the family table complete with 4 worn chairs, one for me, my mum, my father, and my sister Patt who has been causing quite the bit of trouble with the parents for feeding the stray cat outside scraps which they insist on not doing because it would never leave afterwards.
The clay fruit bowl lay over on the edge of the counter next to the back door where i noticed that most of the fruit was beginning to decay from age and pestering flies. I moved the upper layer of red apples and oranges to find an apple that atleast looked somewhat appealing and moved out my arm to pull out a chair from the table where i sat to enjoy my first meal of the day.
I remember once when life wasnt so bad, when my destiny was mine for the choosing, why couldn't i have been stronger.
It was early morn when i had awoken, i could hear my father outside yelling up to me telling me to help him outside with the crops. The sun was right above the plains, its light flowing in through my windowsill to carefully reveal my less than appealing room which was covered in dust from countertop to ceiling. My clothes hanging from the dresser to display my knitted cotton shirt and ragged trousers which i would most likely be wearing once again since the village had a limited supply of water from the well for washing.
I rose from my bed, planting my feet onto the floor to rise and stretch the weariness from my body. My dull wood floor creaked and crackled as i walked across my room, stepping over the clutter and stacks of study books that had been provided to me for learning more common things such as agriculture and woodworking.
I opened my door to peek my head out into the hallways to listen if anyone else was already up but i didnt hear a sound, just the hollowness of solitude. I walked down the hall leading to the short flight of stairs where i went down into the kitchen where sat in the middle of the room the family table complete with 4 worn chairs, one for me, my mum, my father, and my sister Patt who has been causing quite the bit of trouble with the parents for feeding the stray cat outside scraps which they insist on not doing because it would never leave afterwards.
The clay fruit bowl lay over on the edge of the counter next to the back door where i noticed that most of the fruit was beginning to decay from age and pestering flies. I moved the upper layer of red apples and oranges to find an apple that atleast looked somewhat appealing and moved out my arm to pull out a chair from the table where i sat to enjoy my first meal of the day.