/lit/ - Literature

>>23263607
It’s alright, nothing glaringly bad but your style doesn’t particularly grab me. That being saidsoever I can see others liking it. Not bad, just not particularly resonant for me. I like the detail you put in the descriptions. Not overly detailed but it did give a good picture in my mind.

I wrote this a few minutes ago, which is why I came here, so if you or anyone else wants to rate this small snippet it’d be appreciadoted


“I think the best thing that’s gonna happen between me and this… depression… is a draw” he slowly issued every word forward and brought his eyes quickly downward while speaking them. Jon looked at him a long while. He saw that Michael was waiting for him to say something or thinking of something else to say, atleast that was the impression. The hardened face observing Michael’s, which was on the point of completely breaking. “I’m not going to beat it, but I’m not going to let it win I just” and with that Michael lost all control and sobbed like a small boy. Jon averted his eyes, out of respect, and gazed upon the somber grass, dark green and brown beneath the cloudy sky. Hr looked at a patch of small purple and bent, or crumpled dead, lilacs. He caught Michael in his arms when he failed and fell forward into his friend.