He doesn’t speak, just walks forward slowly and evenly, as though he has walked this way a thousand times before and it no longer matters. My first favorite line. The flow is one hundred and twelve percent perfect. The tone is both very eerie and... surreal, while still being concrete and matter-of-fact. That doesn't make sense, but that's what it seems to me.
This isn’t art, this isn’t human. I like the second part the best. Because it is human. It is the sheer rawness of humanity, the worst of it, but it is human. And it's so strange that the mind is thinking that these horrible images can't be human when there are such a reality.
“Are you afraid to face humanity?” Such a perfect line to compliment the one that I posted above.
The entire tone of this story is perfect, particularly the vocabulary choice. It has a very cold feeling. Not cold, like, unemotion. Cold, like temperature. I feel like I've stepped into a deep freeze while reading it. I can hear the footsteps on the floor. I could see the expression of the character while watching the gruesome pantings. I could see the wax figures, frozen.
This would work wonderfully as a oneshot, but I know it's not. And I'm going to subscribe, because I want to see how this can progress without being the same thing every chapter. I believe you can do it and I look forward to reading it.
My first favorite line. The flow is one hundred and twelve percent perfect. The tone is both very eerie and... surreal, while still being concrete and matter-of-fact. That doesn't make sense, but that's what it seems to me.
This isn’t art, this isn’t human.
I like the second part the best. Because it is human. It is the sheer rawness of humanity, the worst of it, but it is human. And it's so strange that the mind is thinking that these horrible images can't be human when there are such a reality.
“Are you afraid to face humanity?”
Such a perfect line to compliment the one that I posted above.
The entire tone of this story is perfect, particularly the vocabulary choice. It has a very cold feeling. Not cold, like, unemotion. Cold, like temperature. I feel like I've stepped into a deep freeze while reading it. I can hear the footsteps on the floor. I could see the expression of the character while watching the gruesome pantings. I could see the wax figures, frozen.
This would work wonderfully as a oneshot, but I know it's not. And I'm going to subscribe, because I want to see how this can progress without being the same thing every chapter. I believe you can do it and I look forward to reading it.