H8becomesyou
Hate burns like a raging fire
Hello ladies and gentlemen,
H8 here and first time ever doing this. I have to admit a little shy about letting others read stories that start to write. Well, just my writing in general. But having said that, I want to make my writing better. What I offer to you wonderful people of RPN, is the start of my story. I ask for your options on this. Please don't be to harsh.that is all I ask. But I would like honest options. So, now I give to you. The start to Blind sided.
Darkness. Darkness rules his world. Trapped in the shadows, never to see the true beauty of the world. To live in the black aybss. Never to escape its lonely depths. Since the day of his birth, King Dante never saw the world as others. Only to see the shapes and outlines of the world. The bright vivid colors, nothing more then muted tones. The faces of the ones he loves, just blurs of shapes. As he grew up, Dante lost his sight, more each year. Until his world turned black,at the tender age of 9 years old. His life forever changed that day. However he didn't let that define who was. He fought and struggled to become better then the blindness that took his eyes. No, he became stronger, he fought with a warriors heart. Proving to others, but mostly to himself. That blindness didn't make a man, but added to the man. Now he was the king of his people. He ruled them with abounding love and honor. There is nothing he wouldn't do for his people. And that would be put to the test, in more ways then one.
Thank you for taking the time to read my start.
H8
H8 here and first time ever doing this. I have to admit a little shy about letting others read stories that start to write. Well, just my writing in general. But having said that, I want to make my writing better. What I offer to you wonderful people of RPN, is the start of my story. I ask for your options on this. Please don't be to harsh.that is all I ask. But I would like honest options. So, now I give to you. The start to Blind sided.
Darkness. Darkness rules his world. Trapped in the shadows, never to see the true beauty of the world. To live in the black aybss. Never to escape its lonely depths. Since the day of his birth, King Dante never saw the world as others. Only to see the shapes and outlines of the world. The bright vivid colors, nothing more then muted tones. The faces of the ones he loves, just blurs of shapes. As he grew up, Dante lost his sight, more each year. Until his world turned black,at the tender age of 9 years old. His life forever changed that day. However he didn't let that define who was. He fought and struggled to become better then the blindness that took his eyes. No, he became stronger, he fought with a warriors heart. Proving to others, but mostly to himself. That blindness didn't make a man, but added to the man. Now he was the king of his people. He ruled them with abounding love and honor. There is nothing he wouldn't do for his people. And that would be put to the test, in more ways then one.
Thank you for taking the time to read my start.
H8
