Question

a short story

Answer 1

I looked at the sharp blade in my hands and felt depressed. I mean I was at a funeral after all. I walked to the window and saw the gloomy heavy rain and a thick layer of fog settling over the estate. It was a place that would make even the happiest of people feel depressed. The fog thick the rivers were raging. It wasn't the ideal location for a mansion . I was about to walk away from the window until I saw a shadow in the distance just barely visible in the fog. No, not something someone as the figure got closer I realized that it was John. I gulped looking at the knife in my hand wondering whether or not I should go outside. I decided I am and stepped outside into the Pounding rain and saw jhon x storming towards me, I could see the murderous glint in his eye. I yell, “why are you here? Haven't you done enough already!” John looked at me and chuckled, “I’m just here to finish what I started.” John lunged forward punching me in the jaw causing me to fall to the ground. Before I could stand up John jumped on top of me now wielding my knife. He tried stabbing my head as I moved side to side desperately trying to get him off of me. I managed to kick John causing him to fall back breathless. I then got on top of John and started wrestling the knife free. After a moment I got it and without thinking I plunged the knife into his head. John tried to stand up with shaky legs. He then tried to lunge at me but fell. I pull the knife out of his skull, wiping it clean on his shirt. I sheath the blade and pick up John. I toss him in the river and head back inside to make myself a cup of tea and to finish up the funeral procession.

Answer 2

I had written this based off of a short sotry genrator a while ago and rewrote it to be better and more descriptive

Answer 3

Nice job

Answer 4

heres the original veriosn it make absolutley no sense what so ever




Bea looked at sharp blade in her hands and felt depressed. She walked to the window and reflected on how gloomy the sleet and rain was and how gloomy Vermont is with its rapid, raspy rivers. It was a place that encouraged people to feel depressed. Then Bea saw something in the distance no not something someone as the figure got closer bea realized that it was John. John was a tall and skinny. Bea gulped looking at her reflection in the blade. Bea was a sad, Gloomy tea drinker. Bea was a skinny and short. As bea stepped outside into the gloomy sleet and rain and john came closer, she could see the murderous glint in his eye. “I am here because I Want revenge” John bellowed. John punched Bea in the jaw causing her to fall to the ground. Bea stood up and looked at john even more depressed looking at the blade in her hands. They both looked at each other with pain and grief. Suddenly John lunged forward and tried to strangle Bea without thinking Bea. Quickly Bea brought the knife down on to John's skull. John’s legs trembled as he fell to the floor. Bea went back inside and made herself a cup of tea.

Answer 5

stunning darling

Answer 6

Haven't you already made a post about this? Don't make posts about the same thing, once is enough :D

Answer 7

Oh i see, you have made 2 different things about your "short story" but didnt say anything in them.

Answer 8

One was in the wrong subject and one was in the right.

Answer 9

is the right sub

Answer 10

I think it's coming along great but Im hoping to see more and be able to read along the way. Another thing is that you should be happy for yourself because I love this and Another thing you should keep writing because I've never seen someone write so much pain into one little paragraph. Good job and keep up the great work! hope to see more soon!