@arca9cade's post on Artfol
Here is the Red snippet enjoy the anst xd
The smooth pristine white tiles glimmered and stranger's shoes squeaked against it's polished surface; each step like nails scraping against a chalkboard. But the halls crowded with blurry figures was of no concern to Red. He sat outside the door of his grandma's hospital room grasping a leatherbound book with faded parchment paper flipping mindlessly through the pages of music that they loved,that they wrote together, and the songs he had wrote inspired from her until they pages become blank. Clean slates that gave him a sense of apprehension and excitement for what they may contain in the future. But right now there was no hope for the future nor remenscience of the past. Only waiting in a seat in that hallway for the news. An exhausted young boy filled with worry and the desire to go in and hold his Grandmother's hand and let her know he was with her and would be with her as long as she needed. But they wouldn't let him in. Red had lost track of time he had been sitting in the row of three plastic chairs alone as people passed. Life went on for these people. But for the first time in his life Red felt like his life had been brought to a screeching halt ever since the phone call.Feb 11, 2022
The smooth pristine white tiles glimmered and stranger's shoes squeaked against it's polished surface; each step like nails scraping against a chalkboard. But the halls crowded with blurry figures was of no concern to Red. He sat outside the door of his grandma's hospital room grasping a leatherbound book with faded parchment paper flipping mindlessly through the pages of music that they loved,that they wrote together, and the songs he had wrote inspired from her until they pages become blank. Clean slates that gave him a sense of apprehension and excitement for what they may contain in the future. But right now there was no hope for the future nor remenscience of the past. Only waiting in a seat in that hallway for the news. An exhausted young boy filled with worry and the desire to go in and hold his Grandmother's hand and let her know he was with her and would be with her as long as she needed. But they wouldn't let him in. Red had lost track of time he had been sitting in the row of three plastic chairs alone as people passed. Life went on for these people. But for the first time in his life Red felt like his life had been brought to a screeching halt ever since the phone call.Feb 11, 2022
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Like the story! I feel bad for Red waiting to see his grandma.. :( the story is pretty decent. I hope to see more of it
But the only problem is, I can get lost of track or had hard time to read without any spaces where each sentences of situation.
This is not supposed to be harsh comment. I just give a simple critique to improve your writing in here <3
I'm not good at writing that for sure, in fact sucks at it but spaces for writing is actually quite important which part and which part the story leading slowly. But don't worry, at least you tried and you actually good at come out idea to make story so you got 10 points from me :3
Keep up!
But the only problem is, I can get lost of track or had hard time to read without any spaces where each sentences of situation.
This is not supposed to be harsh comment. I just give a simple critique to improve your writing in here <3
I'm not good at writing that for sure, in fact sucks at it but spaces for writing is actually quite important which part and which part the story leading slowly. But don't worry, at least you tried and you actually good at come out idea to make story so you got 10 points from me :3
Keep up!
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