Hey! I’m radio! I’m looking for Constructive Criticism for my writing. I want to learn how I can take my visions, and put it into a story that is compelling!
Hey! I’m radio! I’m looking for Constructive Criticism for my writing. I want to learn how I can take my visions, and put it into a story that is compelling!
Don’t wake in a world where the trees all died trees are expunged by thick smog dark shade of red, engulfing the clouds The cries of the distraught mothers holding their lifeless infants, their cry’s are like the sirens that peirce and ring my ears If only my mom was crying for me But Im those sirens that wail, for the lifeless body in my arms
I here the screams and scratches of those on the battle field, the creature of the unknowns legs perching right through soilders like flies
My heart pounding and my ears ringing, the intense blasts of my my gun cause my tensed up arms to shake
I could feel the the intense heat of the blazing fire of the beast.
