illiterate boy
02-14-2013, 09:05 AM
Hi i have never done anything like this before so can someone please read and tell me how to improve. Criticism does not bother me so please do not be afraid of being nasty.
Chapter 1
I walked home in the rain again today. Funny how I always get that feeling when I’m alone like that time between evening and night. Like the rest of the world disappeared with the sun and left me behind to work out what went wrong. Something about the change in the air or that crisp sound of stillness in the subtle breeze that catches nothing but dust and decay I guess. It was then that I realised that what has become of me, the monster that as sucked my soul black and my heart to brittle ice. The pain of it all is unbearable of not knowing what love is or even the warmth of another person’s touch can be heavy on the shoulders. We are each our own devil, and we make this world our own personal hell. I scream, cry and shout for attention but not one soul hears my battle cries. My fake persona keeps my friends and family at ease but they do not see the shame or the pain what eats away my rotten dark insides like a cancer. Why as god gifted me with such an imagination of the things I see the death and the torture of which man is capable and willing to follow out. I believe but who is I to have a say in a world full of bigot and prejudiced not just the white race but black, brown and yellow. The wars that are causing carnage to the world and the near downfall of man. I believe it is man that is a bane to this world and the cause of all evil. I am MAN.
Chapter 1
I walked home in the rain again today. Funny how I always get that feeling when I’m alone like that time between evening and night. Like the rest of the world disappeared with the sun and left me behind to work out what went wrong. Something about the change in the air or that crisp sound of stillness in the subtle breeze that catches nothing but dust and decay I guess. It was then that I realised that what has become of me, the monster that as sucked my soul black and my heart to brittle ice. The pain of it all is unbearable of not knowing what love is or even the warmth of another person’s touch can be heavy on the shoulders. We are each our own devil, and we make this world our own personal hell. I scream, cry and shout for attention but not one soul hears my battle cries. My fake persona keeps my friends and family at ease but they do not see the shame or the pain what eats away my rotten dark insides like a cancer. Why as god gifted me with such an imagination of the things I see the death and the torture of which man is capable and willing to follow out. I believe but who is I to have a say in a world full of bigot and prejudiced not just the white race but black, brown and yellow. The wars that are causing carnage to the world and the near downfall of man. I believe it is man that is a bane to this world and the cause of all evil. I am MAN.