/lit/ - Literature

>>9255006
I keep having to reread sentences because I can't tell what the fuck is going on. By the way, most of your shitty sentences are run-ons.
Dusk bled orange into the sky and coagulated on the horizon in black bellied clouds of soot, and there was actually the cawing of crows, essential to the afternoon as the setting sun, the sound of them in intervals of four, each cry became weaker until there was silence, a sentence abandoned as the moment became unsuitable, or suddenly the speaker realised that what he was saying was of no interest to anyone listening or even to himself.
Seriously? Kys if you actually want to defend this shit.