Poem / Horror
Poem / Horror
Poem / Poetry
I enjoy writing, I enjoy making music, and I enjoy killing time
with a pencil. My writing is improving every day, but as I go
back and read past works I realize that I've really sucked as a
writer. Perhaps I always will, or perhaps I don't give myself
With every person I hand my work to, I do it knowing that I won't believe a word they say. Friends and family are unreliable, I think, and its only through a site like this that I'll eventually break that barrier. Reading such novels as The Road or The Shining I'm lost in world that is all my own.
Those worlds don't exist until I pick up the book, but in the words everything comes alive. I want that. Reading my work, I never feel like I achieve the "10 paragraph explanation as to why Johns dad prefers red bellpeppers to green". But in my favorite books - in any good book, I think - its the endless descriptions that make it real.
My works fall short in that arena, but I like to think that I offer a different style of story telling, one that relies on pace, involved action sequences, and almost a "graphic novel" rhythm beating along inside the paragraphs. Each word is a drum beat, but is it enough? Probably not.
But if its enough to label me as entertaining, even despite a short line of paper-thin characters, then I'll be happy knowing I'm not at the bottom of that sweaty, bickering pool of would-be writers. So I ask you - Is my work any good? Do you feel anything? Does it feel sturdy and well built?
Thanks for reading.
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