 Electric Smile 2009-07-13 . chapter 2"All the ghost, even Ryan, were worried about her."
No he wasn't.
"Ryan watched the young ghost, concerned. He had grown attached to her in the past month."
No he didn't.
"Ryan stroked the glass where her head lay, imagining to himself that he was stroking her hair."
No he wouldn't.
You know why? He HATED women with a fiery passion. He also ABHORRED all human contact. He couldn't stand being touched. Why would he desire to touch a girl, much less one he'd only known for a month? Because she "listened to him"? The dude has spent a hundred years wandering the earth as a displaced and ** off spirit. A month of some random chick listening to him-not that he'd likely want to talk to a woman to begin with-would not suddenly change him into a caring person. He's so messed up and has been for so long that he probably isn't capable of love. Hell, he probably isn't capable of a coherent thought.
Not even going to touch on the Mary-Sue here. Twelve ghosts are enough. There's plenty to write about there. But I guess since it wouldn't involve the Jackal boinking your self-insertation, it's not interesting enough for you(or much of any of the readers on this site, it seems).
You've got potential and all. It's just so wasted on cliche stories like this that would be better off kept in your journal and off of the internet. |