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How can I make this story better?Any suggestions; changes? opinions on my unfinished story?

Feb 07, 1868 by Allie S | Posted in Books & Authors

Road to Nowhere

It was never more than an ordinary day. When I awoke, the clock had slipped past 9:30. I did not wake up the woman sing about me and the scrape of her shoes on the stone pavement in front of my window, or the noise of traffic on the roads. The room was strangely quiet. Josh had already gone to work. Although the overwhelming smell of his coffee stayed out of the pot on the stove. A yellow beam of the rising sun fell on the foot of the bed and lit up the room.I pulled on my robe and the rich, dark blue carpet to the TV treaded quietly at the end of the room. No signal, as I tried to make the morning news show on. No electricity, I would have thought if I made not at this moment the effort is up and the light under the green-shaded lamp on the work of Josh reserve desk. In the rule which he organized in a touching sequence of obsessive cleanliness, so I still do not dare. This morning it was a mass of paper, as if he were left covered in a hurry.No alarm clock to wake me this morning and the phone instead of a dial tone, phone him at work. I looked at Zorro was sitting at my feet, wagging his tail. He was quite a Border Collie puppy white with prominent black markings, like the mask of Zorro on his face that made me adoringly looked with greedy eyes. I decided to wear it with a stroll through the city.
The apartment has a hallway unusually quiet. No one went to his soft carpeting, cream-papered walls, all the exquisitely complex, the world outside our clean in comparison. In the morning I must have missed quantity.As I stepped into the street, the air smelled of fresh lilacs that grew along the wall of the lobby. We walked down the cobbled streets of the small two-story houses fenced with care. Turn left into a narrow street, the pavement was lined with houses with battered doors, neglectfully unkempt. Cars lined the street, although curiously, not filled with the usual angry passengers overbearing heat of the city. It was a narrow street with a few small, dark little shops interspersed with the houses. Many of the small corner shops had closed here in the neighborhood and went out of business.Perhaps one quarter of the windows were broken and boarded up with boards. My thoughts shifted from curiosity about the eerie silence. I stopped and looked up at one of the shops that have caught my interest. On the street in front of him, there was a statue of a man on horseback. Although it was rusted and stained become clear over time, it has a seductive sense of beauty. What I liked about it is not so much beauty as the air it seemed to possess of belonging to an era quite different from today. A black cloud of dirt lined the windows of the store, although it was still standing from the rest.I have the sleeve of my jacket and wiped a section of the glass so I could peer inside. An old-fashioned cash register, with large brass buttons was all SA on the counter. The drawer was open, emptied of all previous earnings. The tiny interior of the shop was empty, the other a small table in the corner, a litter of little things that seemed rather not hold a substantive value. In addition, there was a small staircase to the second story of the old store.The walls were in addition to oil painting in a dusty old frames that made hanging empty on the opposite wall, and beside him, a broken clock, do not say so at the right time. There are no signs to tell what has been sold here at an earlier time. Zorro I tied rope around the hydrant on the road so I could get both hands around my eyes cup to a clearer view of the lady in the portrait. Without the brilliance of the sun against the glass and Zorro anxiously tugging at his leash, I was the lady in the picture. A tinge of fear went through me when I realized I, staring at me.Wearing a dress that I had never seen, and my hair neatly curled up on my head. I stood for a moment in shock. Frozen, as if the date is not reality, but a crazy dream. The loud pitch of the bark of Zorro's snapped me out of my sight. I just wanted to come home and sit in the quiet with my thoughts.
Entering the kitchen busy and out of breath, I swallowed almost half a bottle of wine from the cupboard. I sat on the empty bed and stared at the ceiling. Zorro's head in my lap was the only sense of comfort at this moment. I had to figure out who is a owned this business and you get a hold of that painting.I had so many questions. I waited for Josh, as the seconds turned into minutes, which turned into hours. I went to the soundless carpet in a hectic it was as if my body and spirit with an unbearable sensitivity, a kind of transparency that were made every minute of sheer torture subject.

Wow, that's really incredible, so far. I love the amount of detail that you in the descriptions, but I felt once or twice, you might consider the fact that it is "calm" were a little too pronounced. (ie at the beginning of the second paragraph still felt like a repeat of the first). All in all, but it was incredibly fascinating. This is not really a big deal, and perhaps it would be too much work, but I can change the name to Josh's something different - unique.Not funny, exactly, but only a little different - Josh, Jake, and the like are also very common "Lord shinning armor" named for aspiring writers, for whatever reason. The name, I felt only from the story seem a little less intense, when it was mentioned. Other than that, but I thought it was great. A few grammatical errors here and there is not a major problem - one could an editor to help. Sounds like you have yourself a good start into a wonderful secret! Keep it up!

Incidentally, may I ask the name of the character narrator?

Any suggestions on my story?How I can make it better?Arragement of paragraphs?Description?Any suggestions?

Feb 07, 2518 by Allie S | Posted in Books & Authors

Road to Nowhere

It was never more than an ordinary day. When I awoke, the clock had slipped past 9:30. I did not wake up the woman sing about me and the scrape of her shoes on the stone pavement in front of my window, or the noise of traffic on the roads. The room was strangely quiet. Josh had already gone to work. Although the overwhelming smell of his coffee stayed out of the pot on the stove. A yellow beam of the rising sun fell on the foot of the bed and lit up the room.I pulled on my robe and the rich, dark blue carpet to the TV treaded quietly at the end of the room. No signal, as I tried to make the morning news show on. No electricity, I would have thought if I made not at this moment the effort is up and the light under the green-shaded lamp on the work of Josh reserve desk. In the rule which he organized in a touching sequence of obsessive cleanliness, so I still do not dare. This morning it was a mass of paper, as if he were left covered in a hurry.No alarm clock to wake me this morning and the phone instead of a dial tone, phone him at work. I looked at Zorro was sitting at my feet, wagging his tail. He was quite a Border Collie puppy white with prominent black markings, like the mask of Zorro on his face that made me adoringly looked with greedy eyes. I decided to wear it with a stroll through the city.
The apartment has a hallway unusually quiet. No one went to his soft carpeting, cream-papered walls, all the exquisitely complex, the world outside our clean in comparison. In the morning I must have missed quantity.As I stepped into the street, the air smelled of fresh lilacs that grew along the wall of the lobby. We walked down the cobbled streets of the small two-story houses fenced with care. Turn left into a narrow street, the pavement was lined with houses with battered doors, neglectfully unkempt. Cars lined the street, although curiously, not filled with the usual angry passengers overbearing heat of the city. It was a narrow street with a few small, dark little shops interspersed with the houses. Many of the small corner shops had closed here in the neighborhood and went out of business.Perhaps one quarter of the windows were broken and boarded up with boards. My thoughts shifted from curiosity about the eerie silence. I stopped and looked up at one of the shops that have caught my interest. On the street in front of him, there was a statue of a man on horseback. Although it was rusted and stained become clear over time, it has a seductive sense of beauty. What I liked about it is not so much beauty as the air it seemed to possess of belonging to an era quite different from today. A black cloud of dirt lined the windows of the store, although it was still standing from the rest.I have the sleeve of my jacket and wiped a section of the glass so I could peer inside. An old-fashioned cash register, with large brass buttons was all SA on the counter. The drawer was open, emptied of all previous earnings. The tiny interior of the shop was empty, the other a small table in the corner, a litter of little things that seemed rather not hold a substantive value. In addition, there was a small staircase to the second story of the old store.The walls were in addition to oil painting in a dusty old frames that made hanging empty on the opposite wall, and beside him, a broken clock, do not say so at the right time. There are no signs to tell what has been sold here at an earlier time. Zorro I tied rope around the hydrant on the road so I could get both hands around my eyes cup to a clearer view of the lady in the portrait. Without the brilliance of the sun against the glass and Zorro anxiously tugging at his leash, I was the lady in the picture. A tinge of fear went through me when I realized I, staring at me.Wearing a dress that I had never seen, and my hair neatly curled up on my head. I stood for a moment in shock. Frozen, as if the date is not reality, but a crazy dream. The loud pitch of the bark of Zorro's snapped me out of my sight. I just wanted to come home and sit in the quiet with my thoughts.
Entering the kitchen busy and out of breath, I swallowed almost half a bottle of wine from the cupboard. I sat on the empty bed and stared at the ceiling. Zorro's head in my lap was the only sense of comfort at this moment. I had to figure out who is a owned this business and you get a hold of that painting.I had so many questions. I waited for Josh, as the seconds turned into minutes, which turned into hours. I went to the soundless carpet in a hectic it was as if my body and spirit with an unbearable sensitivity, a kind of transparency that were made every minute of sheer torture subject.

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