I want you to understand me.
My name is George Punctuate I am a man of few words. No love, no joy, to my crux only one emotion is present,colon not comma hate. There is only one illusion that helps me conceal the unforgiving nature of my reality – a line of cocaine. Cocaine controls the very essence of my life; I could not live without cocaine, and my indulgence in the spine tingling powder vivifies my life, creating nostalgic inclinations of a time that was not so long ago. I'm hoping that this story explains how a cocaine addict comes to use words like 'vivifies'
Despite my indulgences there is one reality I can never escape, it manifests every time I stop and think, and it is indeed pungent. This just seems unnatural/forced/out of place. Like. "And it is indeed pungent" just seems a strange thing to add, however, if we just use "despite my indulgences there is one pungent reality I can never escape, it manifests every..." then it still sounds off. A stronger mark of punctuation might help, but I also think manifests could be used better. I have a deep-seated aversion to the thought. I remember the night clearly…..A deep-seated aversion to what thought?
“Keep playing Julia, you know that when you play, the music just turns me on”
I'm getting two conflicting character voices here. I'm not sure if it is deliberate or now, however, "Keep playing... turns me on" - I'm picturing a smarmy womanising type in a stained singlet lying on a tiny bed in a tiny apartment. A 'loose' type of character suited to clubs. Then "Oh George stop it, you're too nice" - If Julia is 'beautiful' and not 'sexy' or any such word, I'm assuming she is not a bimbo, and thus is being legitimate in her response to George. Would a beautiful/intelligent/non-bimbo girl be calling a guy that hangs around clubs etc 'too nice'? It just seems strange. Perhaps I'm misinterpreting your characters, but that is also part of your responsibility as the writer.
“Oh George stop it, you’re too nice” – Julia was beautiful P she’s everything a man could ever want. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, she was loving, caring, sympathetic, and was the double was just smashed your flow in the face. "And the visage of purity.."visage of purity and joy.
However, this is no love story that ends well, we didn’t get married, and we didn’t live ‘happily ever-after’. No, that night ended me.
Unless it's your deliberate character voice, I'd revise to "this isn't a love story that ends well". punchier writing and more ominous. Comma too weak, use semi-colon, full stop or dash.
Julia went off lazy description here. went off is too ambiguous (even though it's cleared up with the next clause), she had work the next day, I saw her to the car. Three very different clauses in that sentence. I don't think it works. I walked up back into my apartment and as I sat back down I heard a thump. SilenceFull stop here, not comma., nothingness it was as if grammar/punctuation??? the very night had died. I ran outside, she was there. Her body lay on the floor dismembered This doesn't make sense - your character saw her to her car, however, she is laying in the gutter? And the sound heard was 'thump' not 'crash'. ; the very life had been drawn from within her. She was nothing, she was dead and her blood ran into the gutter. Her head lay still while her luscious blonde hair covered her face and her beautiful blue eyes glistened in the dark moonlight if her hair is covering her face, how can you see her eyes? – life had played the cruellest of cards. Green is great.
My knees weakened and a collapse was inevitable. I had no words, nothing. I think you could be more descriptive than nothing. Imagine floating in an abyss. Seems more ominous than 'nothing'.
So far we haven't got deep into the context however I appreciate you need to set up your story. The prompt has been hinted at but still lacking, again, you need to set up, so we will see. Be careful that your story doesn't have too many holes in it. I shouldn't have to ask the questions I'm asking.
I see people, they worry about being attractive, and they’re concerned with who should win the election or whether or not they are conformists or not. I loved this sentence until I say "or not they are conformists or not" or not or not. To them I say, be quiet underline this or italicise it, because it's something he is saying.– you worry about the very minute details of life. I have seen things your eyes would not believe, death upon the horizon while you sit comfortably in your chair at home thinking about what ‘new idea’ you will create for your piece in tomorrow’s paper. Don’t patronise me, nocomma pleasecomma do not. When you wake up overdosed on cocaine in the middle of a public toilet cubicle with a card that says ‘Congratulations, you had sex with a $15 prostitute’, I will give you the full right to condemn me. You disgust mefull stop or semi-colon here., you pretend that you’re not a conformist but you are you’re the visage of stupidity grammar/punct. You create cartoons for the paper; however, you sit here and judge others for using technology or not engaging with strangers. You know who you are, Michael Leuing. I read your work in the paper occasionally and it is drenched in pious. Why is a man who introduced himself as a man of few words saying something is drench in pious, and using other such descriptions? This is also quite out of place. You've flagged the connection to the text so it's incongruent with your story. A straight up example like this makes more sense in an essay, or in a letter to Leunig (you also mispelled Leunig but maybe typo) You’re continually arguing that ‘No realms of human endeavour seem immune from this gently flowing falseness and conformity’ – be quite please, save yourself the effort. You are no better you grammar/punct make your living by feeding people with an illusion. You give them the idea that by ‘living and wandering in the bush’ that they will somehow fabricate The illusion isn't that they will fabricate freedom. The illusion is that they will find freedom. You're saying that's fabricated. freedom and individuality. You’re lies are malignant and emblematic of your very own falseness and hypocrisy. I'm not sure that attack flows well at all as far as a man who wants his reader to understand him goes. Where there aren't grammar flaws your writing is good in that section, but the flaws need to be fixed ( and the character's voice?)
I’ll tell you what real escapism is though, what protects me from the vile reality of Julia’s absence – cocaine. When I arise in the morning: I open my wallet and sift through until I find a $100 note, does he actually have so much that he needs to 'sift'? I prefer to have some class when a I perform my dastardly act. I roll it up, I slide open the bag that contains the white substance that provides the greatest concealment of reality and once again allows me to grasp ‘the sacred particles of joy’. Cocaine particles have a lot to teach me about making sense of my reality. I carefully and concisely spread the powder on my coffee table punct I should name it something else though. I stick one side of the note up my nostril and the other is immersed into the powder, I breathe in and inhale the most wondrous substance. It plays on my nerves, sends me into a wild state of mind. When you’re a cocaine addict life seems more like a series of random hallucinations, literally further description of the series of hallucinations, offer a simile . I love the feeling of cocaine evaporating to my brain that doesn't work. It creates beautifulcomma nostalgic thoughts and sends me into an illusion, reminding me of the times with Julia.
I remember the times when we would run around the park, laughing and her pearly white teeth illuminating joy and love. I'm having a hard time trying to imagine teeth illuminating love. Those words don't work together. I didn’t need any protection from reality then, life was amazing. However, after her passing I needed all the shielding through illusions I could get to protect me from the very abhorrent nature of my reality.
I stay in touch by snorting cocaine, there’s not much more to it. For some of us reality is too harsh, too dark and it cocoons many of us in its web of darkness. Sometimes we just have to wander into the wilderness to grasp what is happening to us – to dream and draw a long bow. I guess my wilderness is the powdery wonder, cocaine.
Illusion at times is one of the great simple pleasures of our life, it’s a seductive hallucination that protects us from the deceitful and caustic reality, and for some a stimulant is required. They are powerful and inviting and indeed when you are faced with a harsh reality that embodies:colon is inappropriate death, hatred and a lust for escape they act as a mechanism to provide a semblance of momentary happiness.
To all, I say.
Unleash the illusions: I hope you do understand me now.
This didn't address the "but never erase it" portion of the prompt.
Nice concept, very nice.
The punctuation errors detracted from the story.
The sort of, 'plot holes' also detracted from the story.
The Michael.L attack stuck out like a sore thumb.
Sometimes you'd use words that were out of context so didn't make full sense.
I'm also not familiar enough with the context to say if that was a deep exploration of the context. so (?)
If that ^^ was fixed, it would be a killlller piece.