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Louise
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...criticism..? its the first draft so i havnt touche dit up or anythign,
when at least 5 people have read it, i will tell you the proper interpritation of this beginning.
woops sorry guyss
here it is
The soft glow of the moon was shining down on me as I took yet another step forward. Silently staggering down the deserted street, I was getting away from him. I was leaving it behind, the pain, the fear; I no longer had to live through it every day. I no longer had to hide under the sheets at night, praying he wasn’t going to come. Yet every night he came, and ever night he would attack me, he would exploit me, rid me of my dignity. But no more, I would soon be gone for good. I would go to a better place. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my whizz, the one thing I can depend on. The only thing that lets me relax, I sat on the curb puffing on my whizz, when I heard a piercing scream. I looked up and saw a chick lying on the road with her hand in front of her face, pleading. There was a man standing over her with wild eyes and a blade in his hand, I stood up.
yeh i was thinking that about chick, im trying to make it out like this guy has a mental problem, not like ADD or anything but yeh
and im geussing it didnt give it away when i said puffing on my whizz?
mmk thanks ill try n exaplin it sublty
when at least 5 people have read it, i will tell you the proper interpritation of this beginning.
woops sorry guyss
here it is
The soft glow of the moon was shining down on me as I took yet another step forward. Silently staggering down the deserted street, I was getting away from him. I was leaving it behind, the pain, the fear; I no longer had to live through it every day. I no longer had to hide under the sheets at night, praying he wasn’t going to come. Yet every night he came, and ever night he would attack me, he would exploit me, rid me of my dignity. But no more, I would soon be gone for good. I would go to a better place. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my whizz, the one thing I can depend on. The only thing that lets me relax, I sat on the curb puffing on my whizz, when I heard a piercing scream. I looked up and saw a chick lying on the road with her hand in front of her face, pleading. There was a man standing over her with wild eyes and a blade in his hand, I stood up.
yeh i was thinking that about chick, im trying to make it out like this guy has a mental problem, not like ADD or anything but yeh
and im geussing it didnt give it away when i said puffing on my whizz?
mmk thanks ill try n exaplin it sublty
