The crisp, cold and sharp air that pierced my lungs as I’m struggling to breathe. I can’t stop running. I must keep going.
The crisp, cold and sharp air that pierced my lungs as I’m struggling to breathe. I can’t stop running. I must keep going. cyber-punk stories
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puffpastrypanda
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Autoplay OFF   •   8 months ago
I was writing a story and this is the first part of it. I need honest feedback on what I should change/fix etc..
I feel as if I’m missing something here I just don’t know what it is.

The crisp, cold and sharp air that pierced my lungs as I’m struggling to breathe. I can’t stop running. I must keep going.

All around me is a dark landscape illuminated by the neon lights and thousands of advertising my eyes can’t escape from. The light rain comes down onto the grime filled, polluted alleyways and streets from the skies.

But at the moment I don’t know what’s going on. As questions quickly flood my thoughts, my feelings are overcome with despair. A hopeless despair inducing reality I have to face.

I don’t know what’s going on. Why am I running? Who are these people chasing me? Where am I? Who am I?

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