My writing is like a tornado, very fast and destructive. Ideas spin around like the funnel cloud, Common sense ad spelling spin up into my writing funnel; never stopping always going. As fast as they come my ideas go. Spinning and spinning, never stopping. People say that my writing is a good piece, strong and solid. Not what it really is; a swirling art. A marevel in nautre. My writing, like a tornado, makes people really think and see the beauty behind the text. The word seem to be alive, rough like tornado winds that are slowly becoming a soft after breeze. The characters and topics are the top of my funnel,, the story becoming the middle and finally the last part of the funnel is the theme. Why the story and the tornado are what the mean. A destructive beauty, that is what my writing is. My drafting is the beginning of the storm and the destruction is the process. A terrible aftermath is the first copy while a not so bad afdtermath is the second raft, the I not intend to be. The perfct strom is the end. The final conclusion and what I intended it to be

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