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Creative Writing: The Inferno

Statistics

Counts

Total Pages: 2.01
Total Words: 502
Total Characters: 2342
Number of Sentences: 51

Averages

Words per Sentences: 9.84
Characters per Words: 4.67

Readability

Flesch Reading Ease: 74.66
Fog Scale Level: 8
Flesch-Kincaid Grade Level: 5.29

Creative Writing: The Inferno

     It is the quintessence of monotony: a mountain chain of stucco that lies
atop fallow  lots the size of kitchen magnets.  Welcome to suburbia.  I
effortlessly enter my pervious pastel palace, but the voyage to my room is an
uphill battle; it is quite an insurmountable quest.  The trek to my cell
consists of a frozen spiral staircase.  It is not smooth and slippery, though,
but rocky and perilous.  The portal lies beyond the staircase…
     I force my way through the abrasive forcefield of  forbiddance.  The
shrieks of my tearing flesh are subdued by the overpowering silence of the room.
Words are mouthed, but not spoken.  They do not exist.  This cubicle of torment
does not allow language, the embodiment of opposition.  As I step into my room,
I notice all colors of the spectrum for a fraction of a second, then they appear
red.  Countless pictures adorn the walls; they are all of one person.  I know
her, but who is she?  Her eyes are dark and enigmatic.  I can see the sadness in
her eyes.  Her eyes.  They lack the luminescence of the youthful character they
portray.  Her glances pierce through my being like light through glass.  The
carpet is a sea of scorn. It stabs my feet with its blades of contempt.  The
walls of mockery laugh at me as I foolishly try to climb them to rid myself of
its presence.  Yet there is no escape.  I have  inflicted more pain upon myself.
Nothing is soft in here; everything is ja...

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