Ok my other story was really bad so I'm doing a new one which I thought of all by myself ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was a misty afternoon, in a place that used to be New York city. It was cold, wet and quiet. Deserted. One day, I woke up and there was no one there. I'm Josh by the way, Josh Smith. I was only 9 when the world left me. I'm now 17. 8 years without having anyone to talk to was really hard. The city was not really a city now. I had broke into most shops for food. There was one small block of flats which was in fine condition, but that was where all the gangsters lived, and it still scares the life out of me. Why am I writing about today? It seemed like any other day. But today was different. Walking stealthily towards me in the mist, there was a figure coming ever closer... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So what do you think??? Pretty bad again lol.
Better, like a lot better. Not trying to be mean but your last was awful. Your writing has greatly improved.