Mulling Stories

A short story intended to have an epiphany (his brother) wrote this for some english work but wanted to share it with you guys first x my first upload so if anyone reads this comments are readily welcome along with CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, many thanks.

Mulling over all By james a. galgano With words unplanned so thoughtlessly spoken to empty walls which surround Your aimless wander which you hope, will irredeemably will clearly explain. Every idle justification you make in some indefensible diatribe to defend. Time's verdict cast upon you by the jury of passing time whose echoes resound. With a sound like a whimper that reverberates like echoes of idle disdain Which surrounds your sweat-beaded brow where you endlessly hope to pretend? Will find a way by mere well-phrased conjecture upon panoply of facts unsound. To describe your every well-planned reason though without proof which refrains From supportable argument you endlessly make wishing will rectify but never end

Marge Robert found herself on the edge of mystery as she struggle to uncover the buried truth. Friends who lies. Strangers who hides. They all have histories. Is a past mistake the cause of all this? Or is it a secret that haunts them all?