tired of the filth, the stench of moldy clothes,
I guess she lost all hope of going home.
but she was fine… at least I told her so,
I guess that that's a lie cuz every night she tried to overdose…
I think this part was refreshing but I also think you took a rather simple route in this and could have helped it out by either switching up you schemes or dding some multi's/inners. as far as content goes nice little short and sweet story of a woman who commits suicide because she's too depressed
This dismissive look of indifferent lust bristles her flesh.
The thick whiskers that once tickled her supple nipples and breasts,
now flooded with salt rivers mixed with crimson instead...
this section was particularly nice, I enjoy your writing style. i think i somewhat compares to mine (as far as schemes, inners ect) this wasn't the best piece but it didn't bore me. I red your piece last week so I know you're better than that
pretty evenly matched here, don't think either came at their best though. as an entertainment factor i'm going to have to give this to breathless. thanks for the read guys
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