That sentence is tricky.One of them, the one he considered to be the closest to himself, slid a finger under his throat in quick liquid action and then proceeded to pretend to grasp at his neck, almost soundlessly gasping for breath. Deus grinned and smothered a laugh at his antics. Death was by far preferred than this horrendous lecture. #0040FF ">Suddenly his friend gained a stoic look on his face with a pointed stare at something behind Deus.
Turning around slowly and wondering just what horror lay behind him he was greeted by the close and horribly under shaved (and also under washed) face of Mr. Levers. His #0040FF ">dark brown, almost evil soulless #0040FF ">black eyes bored into Deus’ skull. Are his eyes dark brown or black? Deus visibly shrunk away instinctively and Mr. Levers smiled his demonically cruel smile, “So, paying attention are you now, Mr. Reg-isssss?”
The dream he had last night had been curious to say the least. He had watched the movie #008040 ">AVATAR the night before and had thought he would’ve gone to sleep with good dreams. However, that sentiment appeared to be rather wrong. As the dream occupied his mind he sighed loudly.
“Barrel roll! Do a barrel roll!” spat a man in a mask covering only his mouth, his eyes were visible - black irises that sparkled like #0040FF ">diamonds. Why diamonds? How about ore? Here, refer to this photo: http://www.seshat.ch/home/ore.JPG As he spoke a small bit of spit descended from his mouth#FF0000 ">, arching towards Deus’ face.
Wow, nice image you have here!He began barrel rolling through the field of grass completely covered in shattered glass.
Odd word choice, but this is a nice paragraph.The glass splinters pierced his skin, and instead of pain the small, sometimes deep, wounds tingled strangely. The shards stayed lodged in his skin and rather #0040FF ">weirdly they helped his roll more than hindered it. As blood flowed to the surface it felt like . . . flying.
I have a comma in there because it is one huge sentence.He stopped halfway through the field to glance back to the masked man#FF0000 ">, as if he would have an answer to this feeling.
There are a lot of repeated "the"s and "and"s in this confusing paragraph.Instead the man smiled #0040FF ">and then with #0040FF ">the sudden intense malicious grin #0040FF ">and, like an assassin who had crept in for a kill #0040FF ">and succeeded, Deus began to feel pain again.
Those don't have to be separated.The next day was uneventful.
Until the dream came back.
With painful vengeance.
Your original wording was hard to understand.When he awoke he was on the floor clutching at his chest, clawing, as if trying to wrench out his heart. After dragging himself back into his bed, he fell asleep that night and the next day he thanked all the Gods he knew ofthat he didn’t dream again#FF0000 ">for not having dreamt.
You have a beginning here. Hm, what was meant by all the glass? A shattered future?Later on, Deus would come to regret that he never dreamt that again; for in it was a warning, a cautioning whisper of what horrid events were to come.
Nice piece you have here. Now as for whether you should continue it, don't strain yourself. You did say you couldn't continue something because you always went to something else.
Perhaps you could just do a part two and have Deus die or something. That seems to be hinted here.
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In fact, later on, Deus would come to almost hate the way he had thanked them.
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