How a Hero Lives as a Writer

Mrvallet says:

@louis try to give a paragraph. I literally read it without blinking Lol

Nightune says:

@Louis We both make the same mistake that I usually do overusing “and”. Well, other than that I think It’s great.

Ps…. You’re making me want to rewatch Maria Clara at Ibara…

Feng says:

Have you guys noticed? Not a single book here has a good vicious villain that wants to watch the world burn . It’s always a girl(obviously part of harem)or no villain at all. I want a good villain. One the is simply a mad man

MARTIN MAGU KINYUNGU says:

is it just me or does @shelwyn only pop out if there’s loli?

says:

Mhm, thanks for the criticism, but yeah, I am pretty new at writing, and since I am still learning English so my grammar is really not good, I guess. But thanks for your comments truly.

Sephir says:

too bad i can’t write novels my mastery of the english language is garbage

says:

A crap story that I will never write again

Her soft and golden, smooth hair flows like water in between your fingers. Your other hand caresses her face, and her cheeks are warm and flushed like a rose blooming its petals against the cold night wind. Earlier before going here, I took the opportunity earlier to bring her to this vast cliff overlooking the vast sea, when I heard that she is going on a long voyage in the sea. And I thought that bringing her might improve her mood, knowing how much she dislikes going somewhere she does not know and forcefully by her parents to expand their business too. Her head rests delicately on your shoulders, and her wispy, fragile frame is in your eyes. How lucky I am to be her fiancé; I thought and saw the ocean before me.
As the ocean breeze dance so elegantly around both of you and the wave serenades beneath you like a musical performance of a dancing mermaid, you become aware of the sheer vastness of the world. I turn my head sideways and see my gorgeous fiancé, and you can tell in her distant, almost dream-like expression that she has been taken away by the same feeling you felt, lost in fantasies of freedom that she cannot attain.
And I saw the cosmos reflected in her blue eyes as she gazes into the clear night sky and raises her arm skyward. Her fingers curly, as if with that simple gesture, all her worries disappear. And she smiled, and then her expression turns into sadness. I noticed her expression quickly and say, “What’s wrong, my love?” I said it with worry in my eyes, and she said, “I’ll miss you in this long voyage of mine.” As she said it with almost tears in her eyes and I move my hand to stroke her cheeks so affectionately as if I cannot let her go, but I accepted it as I can’t go against her parents as they are too influential and powerful to go against at.
And I say, “I’ll miss you too.” I said with love in my eyes. And she smiled so lovingly and affectionately that my heart fluttered again as I saw her for the first time in the street. She gets up, and she held her hand in front of me and I took it, and she started to move and spin me around the mellow meadow, and she laughed with joy, and I laughed too, and she suddenly trips on a rock with surprise, and I catch her midway and pulled her towards my chest.
As she blushed so hard that her face started to become red, and said, “I think I am starting to fall in love with you again.” And she buried her face into my face, and I said “Me too” while smiling. And I gently raised her chin with my hand, and kiss her so lovingly, and her body stops moving as she accepts it for half a minute, and she started to move away from me. And she said it was time for her to go on the voyage, and she kissed me one last time, and I accepted it and said, “I love you, my Maria.” And she says it back to me “I’ll miss you too, my loving fiancé Ibarra” And she goes away, and I still looked over the crashing wave on the cliffs and only the sound of the wind, the sound of insects buzzing in the night, and the waves crashing the cliff only remain as I stood there blankly until the first light of sunlight shone over me and I stood there every day waiting for her return from her long voyage.

Ang wakas / The end.

(You next milky to write something better than this crap story I wrote.)

putu says:

Your world doesn’t need heroes, but I really need one right now !