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I like the part where the teacher madturbates to death.
I posted this in both threads because it's that good.
I posted this in both threads because it's that good.
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I like the part when the teacher madturbates to death.
Conner.The hell is going on here?
It's only a very rough draft, dude.I'm 2 months late but I gotta say this is the worst thing its been my misfortune to read EVER.
wow what the fuck is any of this. its like if autphag was an angsty teen
It's only a very rough draft, dude.
I've definitely seen worse.
Eva said:The water at Hollenbeck, not far from where she would be lying, would be slick and serene, a giant puddle that seemed to live in symmetry with the wind of that perfect day. The water would rise up and slide down the edge of the grass as the wind whooshed and faded intermittently.
Eva said:Krieger was, to Eva, a regular Keyser Soze. He had heard much about him, but what she heard was enough to bring apprehension into her.
Eva said:Eva found herself standing in front of the mirror of the upstairs bathroom, staring at the strange girl which returned her gaze.
Eva said:It was the City of Angels, but the angels were crying this morning. Eva had already shed her tears for the day; she wiped them off in the darkness just as Holden had walked into her room. (...)This didn’t really feel like Los Angeles anymore. It was more like Noir Angeles.
You know, I was just being an asshole before, but this time I actually sat down and tried to read Connor's story. I couldn't, and this is why. I have no clue what the actual story was about. The actual writing process gave me a sense of nausea that's really hard to explain. There's a psychological ghost/demon story by Stephen King which is the only other story to affect me in such a way in the physical sense. Congratulations Connor, your writing was as disjointed to make me feel like I wanted to throw up. The actual confused process in which you transcribed your autistic thoughts lent a feeling like car sickness to a guy.
This was a special turn of a hat for King to do. He had to work hard to incorporate that sense of imagery in his work. You managed to do it in your own incompetence.