Criticise Stories

This is another one of my poems. please do criticise

fall apart, #1 (photo/cover from my room) • a series on my opinion on world problems/global issues • my opinion and leave your opinions in the comments • short chapters

The Slums, filled with filth and rubbish. A shadow of the city New Hope. The citizens of New Hope believe them to be beggars and outcasts. Never would they have believed that a Genetic (A human with special abilities) would be born amongst them. Little do they know, one has been given the gift of life outside the city. Outside their control. Genetics are the human saviors. The Original, professor Namuh, saved humanity by building a wall around New Hope, a defense mechanism, and rebuilt human civilization as we know it. Genetics alike have been found amongst the citizens, each having unique skills and abilities. And all seems safe. But the Niere think otherwise. They have been dormant, watching, waiting. Now the time has come for them to rise, and this time they will not be stopped....

Exactly what the title says. Um... You can only criticize the book you want on the chapter that it is in....

~. Despondency: Low spirits from loss of hope or courage; Dejection: an air of despondency .~

where i give advice to your acc, judge your acc and talk about your acc. welcome to ally's very own critic shop! cover by @motionpictured

No, I am not a proffessional critic. No, I do not take critique-requests. No, I do not promote books. No, you can not report me. I have freedom of speech. Yes, I'm annoying as fuck. Yes, I will say whatever the hell I think about your book. Yes, I might be younger than you but that doesn't mean you're smarter than me. Yes, I'm arrogant as fuck. No, I do not do that in real life. No, that doesn't say anything about the real me. At all. Yes, I care about you, even though I seem to hate you, I don't. No, I do not hate anyone. I just don't understand them.

(Small disclaimer, F/reader x ISO.) "You're a newer agent at the valorant protocol, introducing yourself to everyone, a certain eerie figure catches your eye, across the HQ room, stood Iso, a cold, conserved seemingly attractive man. He seems to like being left alone, music pumping to his ears as you glimpse at the tall man. You go unnoticed as he scrolls on his phone, sipping his boba."