By Parker Davis
It was the summer of 1865, and storm clouds huddled over Newark, conspiring to unleash a
Up until the afternoon’s untimely drizzle, Broad Street had enjoyed an uptick of weekend pedestrians, coaxed from their homes by the temperate June which had
At 3 o’clock sharp on his Sunday walk, a surly jeweller named Emmett Chesterton dove beneath the Prudential’s gold-trimmed awning, cursing as raucous fat globules began to
From what Emmett could recall, his dissatisfaction with precipitation had started when
He had never liked the feeling of water when it
He had never liked it when
Emmett hated the fucking rain.
Haha, this is great. Love the structure.
Your dedication to the world and the lore is genuinely inspiring. Every detail feels intentional and adds to the richness of the environment. I feel like I could spend hours just exploring the setting you’ve built. I want to give a huge shout-out for the brilliant chapter you just released! It was everything I hoped for and more. You have a real talent for storytelling. Bravo!
Mesmerizing, captivating, enthralling! What more is there to say!
Soooo funny!!
Unique structure and quite funny.
Love, love, love this! Brilliant and so entertaining!
Nicely, done. Great last line. There strikethroughs made things a little hard to read, but it was worth the effort.
This is plagiarism. I wrote every one of those deleted sentences and many more. Plagiarism! Not fair! I deleted first!
Beautiful. Perfect.