I was testing some literary devices tonight.
This is apart of a (very) short story I'm writing as practice.
Slowly… white… the absence of color, it takes over. No! The colors of his mind run, run? Colors can’t run! They are being washed, no wiped, no erased, NO!!! They are simply dying, yes, YES! The DEATH of the colors, the DEATH of his mind, the DEATH of his world. I mean, he is dying after all. Dreams crumble, casually, death comes, carefully holding hope, happily hopping, despair corrupts, deforming consciousness, (in a happy voice) "goodbye world" :) …
So what do you think?
I think it is truly wonderful.
>>8851363
>I've just discovered Surrealism: The Post
>reads Beckett once
>>8851384
Samuel?
Don't use capitalization stylistically.
It's meme-ish.
Second of all, metaphors are best subtle.
>>8851463
It's how I emphasize certain words
>>8851363
3/10 shitpost
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