Okay, so people seem to be taking interest in this old book I wrote when I was maybe...12? 13? I was shocked when I saw notifications I haven't seen in years pop up on my screen, reminded me of the good old days. Regardless, maybe I should write some more stories for everyone? And maybe I should go back and edit my old ones. I have become such the writer now, and my over describing levels are off the charts! Over 9000 even!
So comment suggestions on what you'd like to see and if I should keep going, I do love positive feedback and ideas!
Regardless, here's a random little piece of writing I've written as a little treat. Enjoy!
CAUTION! THE FOLLOWING WRITING IS DISTURBING!
I turned into an alley, shaded from the sun's touch. As I walked, creatures streaked across like flashes of light into rubble and rubbish beside me. Suddenly, silence of the purest kind, even the whispering wind fell still. I slowed to a stop as I glanced behind my shoulder to ease my ever-growing anxiety. Then I heard it. A low growl, almost like a large wolf but seemingly unnatural, and following it was a series of clicks and the creaks of joints. The hairs on the back of my neck stood tall like trees, and a unfriendly chill coursed through my veins to the point where I could barely move. I stumbled forward and picked up the pace as I sped towards the sun bathed safe haven. I suddenly snapped backwards into the grasps of a meaty tendril. Instinctively, my head snapped up to the sky to meet the maw of a mutated mongrel with patches of bloody fur and exposed muscles. I opened my mouth to scream but my breath escaped me as my chest was squeezed like a sponge to the point where I felt multiple ribs snap. I felt the loose bones burrow inside my muscles and organs and blood began to fill my tongue with it's sickening, metallic and bitter, taste. It's tentacles slit a small opening in my side and I felt it manoeuvre into my body and start ripping out my organs. A blaring ringing could only be heard as my vision faded, and the last image I saw was their jagged jaw chomping down upon my liver with my blood trickling down onto me.
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How to Over Describe Random Sentences
Random#380 hashtag - 21/8/18 -- The name says it all. Just a random book with random sentences. That are so over described, It's almost cringe. Comment any random topics I could over describe. And vote so that others could see this random book. :D Ps...I...
