I haven’t been writting long it’s a new hobby of mine
Here it goes
Sweet Mist and Sour Fog
I remember
Down by the pond where the water was sweet and the mist tasted like sugar
Next to the church
That’s where he found the first one
She was beautiful and had a heart of an angel
He just had to use her
He fell in love with the fantasy and it grew
It grew grander than the universe itself
No mind, not even my own can comprehend his obsession
I was told he forever haunted the trail between a synthetic heaven and a man made hell to find her a soul
He was a seeker in limbo
I remember
Up on the hill where the ground was rotten and the fog was sour
Where people said there was a cult in the forest
That’s where he found the last one
She was gorgeous but had a mind of a devil
Egor to complete his girl he just took her
With frustration he made his dreams come true
Little did he know he made the prefect two sided woman
But he wasn’t crazy yet
Witness say they hear him singing her love songs, when they try to sleep
I was told sometimes at night he can be seen digging his bi polar queen a ditch
One minute she’s a pretty site of hell
The next she’s one ugly piece of heaven
But what I found ironic
Whenever they danced or argued
The church’s roof top orchestra was always in sync with the cult’s underground
symphony
Not bad.You have decent imagery and use of senses, but if you are serious about this hobby, experiment with word choice. This is a great first round though