Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),
Hi! I'm Knight Hardy here on a mission to ensure that all works on YWS has at least two reviews. You will probably never see this but....Imma do this anyway.
First Impression: So this one was actually a significant improvement over the previous one. The difference that a bit of punctuation and formatting can make is truly exceptional. So now I can actually figure what this is about and I have it is quite a saddening take on the final moments of this man.
Anyway let's get right to it,
“You can never be a psychic if your such a defensive pessimist Charlie”
Fuck that.
All his life Charlie worked to disprove his mum’s psychic visions. Now, with every pessimistic bone in his body, he saw into the swirling orange-yellows of the future. He could see he was going to die.
Definitely a far superior beginning here. This is actually really catchy for an opening and it really does do a great job at hooking the reader to the story so that's wonderful.
Crawling on all fours, through the virus filled darkness of his apartment, Charlie couldn’t help but hallucinate. The purple fuzz crowded the corners of his eyes. The light reflecting off water, bleeding with the smell of Indian incense sticks. It mock rainbows as it lay floating dead with oil.
So now that it is divided into paragraphs I finally figured out these were hallucinations. So now it actually does make sense that it would be chaotic and confusing because that's the effect you are trying to create and that means I should be saying good job on achieving that effect very well.
No church bells rang for Charlie’s tears. The band began to play their favourite tunes. 1, 2. 1, 2, 3, 4. Charlie had been off the wagon. He convinced himself he was. IT was his mother’s dying wish. And if he did drink, he knew she would know. But the large eyes on the streets and the intrusive lights of the night seem to scream to tell a love story when the smelt beer in his breath.
Now this whole thing is starting to make a lot more sense and its actually sort of funny but then also sad because this man is actually dying from some virus in the future.
Charlie couldn’t take it anymore. His brain had become mush and his lungs groaned in pain. Charlie pleaded with the captain. ”hey, man. Come on now. Ask them stop marching will you. I’m dying. Give me a light will you. Come on man.”
This is capturing his emotion state really nicely. I can see something that's maybe hidden under of these statements (unless I am over thinking this).
The motel next door had finally got their lights working. The white-blue neon seemed to fill the room. Charlie looked around to see that he had become part of fabric of the dark purple tiles of his floor. He had finally conceded defeat. And tonight he was too dumbstruck to thank his lucky stars. His comrades where there to exasperate his passing. Tonight, they sang a song of everything he didn’t want to know. Captain chemo had begun to laugh.
Well that was a sad ending. The story of a poor dying man probably because of a war of some kind through some form of a gas. I'm not entirely sure.
Aaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall the flow was decent. The German interrupted it a little because I don't speak that language but the rest of it actually did flow pretty well and this time the story made quite a bit of sense and I could see that you had captured the emotion of this Charlie quite well so good job there.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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