I guess I should practice this sort of thing while I have the extra time; the writing and the reading. I don’t really see the point of it, a guy can get by just fine without knowing a bit about how to read and write.
Who needs books anyway? They’re just a bunch of words put together to make a story that you read for fun, sounds pointless to me…
I don’t think this is exactly what I was supposed to write, but, at least I practiced.
Third Person:
Cassian looked out on the city as people finished their daily errands and headed home to their families. They all looked so normal, so safe.
Here were people in normal sized bodies living normal lives with their normal jobs and normal families; all so very normal.
At one time that’s all he had ever wanted, but not anymore. The longer he lived in his abnormal body and his abnormal life, with his abnormal job, the more he realized the truth of his situation.
There would never be a normal for him, and some part of him didn’t want there to be. He had been abnormal for so long, he didn’t think he could ever be normal if given the option. He’d given up on the concept so long ago that it was truly foreign to him, only the ideal remained and the ideal was never true.
The clock chimed, pulling him from his watchful and silent revere. He needed to go back to Delilah, back to the abnormality and chaos; back to his perverse sense of normal.
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Cassian~Godchild (Reserved) (4/4)
I guess I should practice this sort of thing while I have the extra time; the writing and the reading. I don’t really see the point of it, a guy can get by just fine without knowing a bit about how to read and write.
Who needs books anyway? They’re just a bunch of words put together to make a story that you read for fun, sounds pointless to me…
I don’t think this is exactly what I was supposed to write, but, at least I practiced.
Third Person:
Cassian looked out on the city as people finished their daily errands and headed home to their families. They all looked so normal, so safe.
Here were people in normal sized bodies living normal lives with their normal jobs and normal families; all so very normal.
At one time that’s all he had ever wanted, but not anymore. The longer he lived in his abnormal body and his abnormal life, with his abnormal job, the more he realized the truth of his situation.
There would never be a normal for him, and some part of him didn’t want there to be. He had been abnormal for so long, he didn’t think he could ever be normal if given the option. He’d given up on the concept so long ago that it was truly foreign to him, only the ideal remained and the ideal was never true.
The clock chimed, pulling him from his watchful and silent revere. He needed to go back to Delilah, back to the abnormality and chaos; back to his perverse sense of normal.
Rejected