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It's really not that bad but I have a predisposition that makes me cringe when I read anything from this board

>It was that moment that decided it. He may have been trying to emulate the original Sacheverell Bower as closely as possible, but the congenital heart defect made worse by rheumatic fever when he was seven? That was too much. The inconvenience would be the death of him.

It doesn't really make sense out of context.

>>8995865
i feel like the word 'flashy' is out of the realm of realism imo.

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>my stories are just a hodge podge of shitty dialog that I fill out later

>>8996719
how about "cops have neat uniforms n flashy badges"

>>8996735
OP?

>>8996759

No. This is OP. As a rule of thumb just pretend everyone is faking to be OP.

I think flashy is a good term for someone who grew up into the 80s. Gives it a cynical vibe when talking about authority figures. "Executives and their flashy sports cars".

> "It is interesting that after all I've been through it's still a dark and stormy night" thought Steve as he took off his socks. "It's good that I aimed for the stars because my uncle Sam said that if you reach for the stars someday you will be one of those stars." That was before the poison activated and Steve died.

>>8996969
haha what. was it a remote control poison?

> Rest came to all in the wake of the Panicmouth daze, the tempest that dropped on the city like galactic hammers. A girl fell helpless out of her meditation, sliding down the wall against which she'd leant, looking so spritely; brightly at the sun at the end of her cigar, having found – and not a moment too soon – through Joyce’s stolen voice what she was looking for in the head of Don Roy, behind his father’s nefarious intentions and beneath those hysterical repressions, now unscabbed (and if she’d accidentally done ‘a good’, then okay; and if he fell further for Joyce because he thought it was her, then okay) by the thrown pebbles to the colloidal unconscious, drawing laceworks of ripples; making texture from the sleek sheet that, when aggravated as intensely as she had it, gave wholesome, hearty depth to life; put the fourth dimension into place; made her feel so oddly so m(/M)ela?ncholikwhostresangethinsoundesvoicewhotthmaadetkiswhofairstarsthis- causes a disruption of thought.

inb4 'wanky garbage': Thanks, I know.

>Franz started to feel as giddy as he never got to in his school days. He smoothly peeled the note off the door, not wanting the tape that stuck it tightly to tear at it like a greedy child. No, this note was all for Franz.