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I Would Like to know if my style is ok. My AIM WAS to create good imagery, so i want to know if i have Achieved this. This Is an extract from a book i am writing, it’s The Beginning Of The 22nd chapter. Tell Me What You Think. It has been “harder to keep this na? Ve, ignorant persona Earlier Than I Ever Thought possible. I just feel, Something Had To Be Said, a little tug on my hand can? T pull apart The Whole stitching. I figured, Gemini IS really to blame here, She Is and She Is The Judas using my husband as The Scapegoat. I May Still Spare Him The guilt, Would It Hurt to aim for a little bowl Into Her? Perhaps if I Thought I Just Kept pouring, pouring Until It Was Too Much Then Perhaps he bowl Would Drop To Her feet and die There. But It Was Not so, this child-me Seems To Have No sense of guilt, for That very night They Were Making Their twisted love on my bed next to where i lay. The Think That I Have Been Taking My Sleeping Pills The Doctor has Given me, help me to sleep after my terrible loss. But I haven t Been Taking Them, I am too scared of The Dreams I Might Have, That May Be So Much Worse Than My Own Reality. Sometimes I wonder Why do THEY disrespect me so, Why did THEY use me to lean-against a surface. I guess thy do it for The High, For the thrill. It? S sick, it? S What Some People do sick to exhilarate Themselves. Goal I Have Learnt Some skill in acting, If I Can Think of One Benefit it is this. I Have to Lie There, Perfectly still, and keep a straight, solemn and drowsy painted mask to my face. The First Time, It Was a case of Burying My Face in the pillow and Trying to Control the vibration of my body. But Now, I just Have to take myself to Another Place. Really, I Could Make The Most phenomenal actress. I Lie There, my body has a punch bag for passionate When limb flail out, my head In Other Worlds Where She Never Was. But I must control my breathing, I cannot let it SEEM too labored. What I Can not Stand The Most, Is That night she steals my dresses. What More Can I Give sher? I Have Nothing Left! She Is grabbing at me With Her hungry hands, plunging Them Into Thin Air Because She Already has half goal all my soul, and I fear my soul Is Now All But a shadow. I pray That soon She Will Withdraw Those hands and Find Another place to feed. Some nights, I Can Twist ‘em into my happy place, I imagine it is I Who is riding my own husband, not life-thief Some With A Taste for Other Women? S night dresses. At least, in this shadow of a Soul There Is air of pride year, I still Have That left Somewhat. How Can She be my clone, if she has forsaken hers? A whore has no pride, no respect, no care at all. I Have My Husband Honoured, and All I Have Done Is my hair cut. It? S as if Those strong bonds That connected us, I Once Thought, Have withered Into strands of my hair, I cut ‘em and when to The Relationship WAS flung to the ground, to the lions. Oh and I Understand if my style is a bit immature, I’m only 16. To the fifth answerer – it, s not Actually so. Each Chapet Is Written from a different characters perspective, and That There Are sections call for a bigger picture That Are Written in third person. * Chapter, sorry my gram IS awful! Excuse me, I’m Fran