14 April 2012
This is a short story I wrote when I was 12. We had to describe someone in detail so it's very descriptive. This is the second section, if you haven't read the 1st it's best to read it before this. Follow me and the final section will follow soon.
Norman’s slender frame moved towards the door on the other side of the room he was in, he was a few feet away from the kitchen now. He tapped his foot on the floor, one, two, three times and moved through the doorway.
Norman Payne didn’t eat much, he’d arranged for the same food to be brought to his flat every day. He always made sure he was ‘out’ when the delivery man came, although he was actually hiding in the bathroom counting to three to distract him from his fear of being seen. The food was nothing extravagant, sweet stuff was out; watery things were more to his liking.
My Story Part 2 • Opuss № I