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[Anonymous No.10366049]

A warm penetrating presence swept through her private drives and summoned all the ghosts of her secret longings with a mechanized drill made of loathing lashing against her soft flesh pulsating pink plasma accompanied by the solo soprano of a Salem witch. Screeching. Surging. Death awoken. Once a womb now a tomb to uncreate the living, to give birth to another race of the dead.

>how’s my prose?

[Anonymous No.10366052]

>>10366049
Low test and purple.

[Anonymous No.10366064]

>>10366049
>alliteration of two words
>filler
>repeat

[Anonymous No.10366072]

>>10366049
>death awoken
>living dead
You better be writing a zombie novel otherwise this just seems like "I'll put opposite concepts next to each other it's deep man" (but it's really shallow).

If it's a zombie novel then it's fucking great, desu.

[Anonymous No.10366117]

>her secret longings

[Anonymous No.10366119]

>>10366072
Her function was to sit there with two young men—the other telegraphist and the counter-clerk; to mind the “sounder,” which was always going, to dole out stamps and postal-orders, weigh letters, answer stupid questions, give difficult change and, more than anything else, count words as numberless as the sands of the sea, the words of the telegrams thrust, from morning to night, through the gap left in the high lattice, across the encumbered shelf that her forearm ached with rubbing.

[Anonymous No.10366129]

>>10366119
Shit content.
Reminds me of the beginning of infinite jest. Like- wtf this is how ur gonna start your novel dfw? And so with this- I don’t find post office melodramas very appealing js

[Anonymous No.10366344]

>>10366129
Nah hold on the zombies are coming.