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“ Hey, my names Lewis Carters you might of heard of me my nickname is the king of the aces. I’m a two time world heavy weight boxer but these days I am living the true American mans dream. I’m not a man who belongs to a ethnic group who believe the world is there oyster. In fact I’m just a normal guy in retirement spending my last days with my loved ones, my family. I don’t deserve every thing I got in fact I am very fortunate. My lives been a long Rollo caster ride been locked up in the nick for something I didn’t do. Then again I’ve been very extravagant in my life time doing things that an average guy would never do. I’ve pushed my limits so far that now I’m in a black hole wondering why, how, and where? I did all these things. Now me the toughest, and most hard-headed guy in sports world is fearing for what will be the consequence after every thing I do. The situations you would get passed easily like answering the door, and answering the phone and even receiving mail through the letter box gets me cautious. All this because I did bad things but for the right reason. Whenever I think about them its like by body shivers and I literally fill like I have hypothermia. It has been now 3 years since I retired from boxing and it has been 3 years since all these deep and disturbing devilish secrets have been bond aging in my mind. Now I’m going to reveal the truth to all my fans and all them reporters of what happened in my eyes. Its so hard to tell you the agonising story of pain, love, and hatred the reporter I told will tell you in my exact words”.

The build up 1999
The streets of New York were quiet, nothing was alive and nothing had motion. It was boxing day half seven in the evening most job workers of the big city were sleeping in their homes tired from all the fuss Christmas day had offered them. The mothers were satisfied with the joys which had been blessed on the families in this time of the year. Also the children who thought Santa existed were chuffed with there top of the range clothes and gifts which had been given to them on Christmas morning, however the family men were still recovering from all the debts that they owed to the manipulating bills and presents they could not afford. To make things worse they were also recovering from the hangovers which had been given to them from the brothers in laws and their obsession always to drink vodka on every celebration. It was a time of year they hated and despised however were hiding it to keep the children happy and keep safe from the desperate wifes bellowing down their ears. They were now looking forward to nothing except a financial disaster for the new year on the other hand they were still praying for one thing. That the conference in the morning for the big boxing fight between the 2 black American fighters Lewis Carters and James Husky went well and the fight was to go forward.
By now it was eight o clock, paparazzi were outside the queens park palace waiting for Lewis Carters to arrive at the conference. He would often do this to build suspense in the atmosphere and get all the people from his home town, Brooklyn, to cheer him on when he got there. James Husky was already in the building., he was Lewis Carters opponent and is the heavy weight champion. He has been fighting professional for 25 years and has been undefeated since he had the belt- he has had eight fights since he had had won the title and has either knocked his opponents out within the first two rounds or they have got so hurt in the fight from his deadly combinations of punches that the coaches and trainers have thrown in the towel. It was going to be the best fight since Muhammad Ali and Joe Frasier fought it out in the famous fight known commonly as the thrilla in manila. Husky was a fairly tall man with a muscular build, he had a very quick reacting mind in the ring, he was a powerful puncher and the unordinary thing about him is that he can fight either orthodox or southpaw stance in the ring. He was given the nickname James the power man Husky after knocking Fredson juniour out in the 2nd round with a lethal uppercut which knocked one of fredsons moulders out of his mouth blood was all over the ring and it was classed to be one of the most memorable fights in history. What made it unordinary was this was when he was in the cruiser weight and the power of the punch was the equivalent of Geroge Foremans awesome hooks.. James always stay focused on the aim of the fight which is to win and that integrity and spirit has won him most of his fights. A characteristic which made him stand outside the ring was that he was very crotchety this was also the case after his fights and in public. Whenever he was victorious over one of his fights he would always end up yelling at a bewildered reporter who he would end up either pushing onto the floor. Even though he was like this, it was what made him entertaining to watch and he is known to have one of the most amazing attitudes to live. In the conference room Husky was wearing an black swage suit with a black striped shit and blue aqua coloured tie, he was sitting in there patiently waiting for the conference to progress.
While James Husky was inside sitting on lined table on the right side of the room sipping his glass of squeezed lemon, loud chaotic noises were coming from outside. Outside was a large Grey gold plated 550 Ferrari Maranello. It had top of the rand platinum rims everyone in the neighbourhood could hear its engine roaring whilst pouncing foward , it was being blocked by a crowd and the car was unable to move forward so it pulled to the side of the curve and stopped. The passengers door was opened and Bobby Norton approached onto the road. Bobby Norton was Lewis Carters promoter and had been his promoter for years. He was experienced at what he did and was also a promoter of other great fighters like Ben Gills Olympic silver medallist in welter weight and also Benvollio Dulcet heavy weight champion from 1997 to 1998 however he was less popular when he was defeated by “James the power man Husky” in 1998. Norton was a very popular man also known for when he used to be a entrepreneur for many successful training businesses located all over the States and Europe however he gave all his businesses to his oldest son Thomas Norton mainly due to being so busy in his promoting work. On the other hand nobody really cared about his career professions just cared about him being a good looking multi millionaire mainly because of the many privatized companies that he owns. Which could be anything leisure companies, electronics or even a broad way drug racket for a mob living in little Italy but who knows nobody really tried to get on his bad side in public and in the media, due to the several people who have crossed him in their lives have received extra attention from his body guards which isn’t a pretty site.
Ferraris back seat couldn’t be seen through because of the tinted windows. Suddenly the doors opened and Jerry Carters came out of the back seat , Jerry was Lewis’s uncle and trainer. Five years he has been training Lewis to become the ultimate boxing fighter, Lewis used to be trained by his father ,Carl Carters, however he was killed whilst locking up the gym on a week night. He was stabbed retentively in
the back while locking the gyms front doors.
Even though Lewis lost his father at such a important part in his life their dream was to make Lewis become heavyweight champion by the time he reached his Forties. Lewis knew he was undefeated for five fights in a row when his father was killed. It somehow struck him in his mind that whoever killed his father wanted him dead to stop Lewis achieving his potential. He knew it and so did his uncle Jerry and he was determined to become the worlds most magnificent fighter in the states. Local media stations have been announcing the fight for weeks knowing it will be great, this fight is what Lewis has been waiting for with Forty wins and zero losses. Every time he trained in the gym his father was last seen, every time he goes for jogs he thinks he would never of got were he is if his father didn’t inspire him. So the least he could do I share the dream with his father in the after world to become undisputed heavy weight champion “ Carter the king of aces” he was given this name by his mother when he was only nine years of age because he was acing every completion he went to. The fight will be Huskys hardest challenge and it will be a incredible bout between the two but disputes have been argued saying Carter will knock Husky out in the first round because of his great speed, power and confident personality. Lewis climbed out of the car with a black suit on with a red shirt without a tie. The roaring was incredible all his fans were putting there hands out but he just walked forward not showing just a few respect he believed is you shake one mans hand ,you, should shake every ones. ‘Hearing a commotion outside, Husky stood up and strode to the window. Looking down onto the sidewalk, he caught a glance of his fight opponent entering the building. ‘Fool,’ Husky thought to himself with a nasty smile as he ambled back to the brown leather chair, ‘Going to knock him out in one go.’
Menacingly Lewis walked through the brown, oak doors and walked through the lounge which had some newspapers photographers. Willingly to take pictures they snapped away but he ignored every flash . Walking into the main conference room. Shockingly he ran up towards Husky and got ready to throw a hook while Husky was sitting off guard. With quick reactions Husky moved out of the way pushing the chair over and causing a load sensational sound of cold leather touching the limestone floor.
“ Man I’m going to kill you in the ring, I’m not going to show no mercy sucker” fire was in Carters eyes when he shouted at Husky.
“got some nerve bringing your mans in here acting all big, you aren’t nothing to me ” Husky looked into Carters eyes and gave the same tormenting smile he did when he saw Carters cars coming.
“ Think you all big man, your two minutes late” Husky was known for his manipulating remarks towards other fighters. The two monsters tried to grab one each other into a clinch and fight each other in a slugger fight but repeatedly they were separated. Constantly they kept taunting each other.
The conference was one of the most disturbing in the whole of the boxing association but it did finish and the fight date was set. Both of them would fight on March 29th, at Maidson Square Garden. Many people were now looking forward to this epic fight, the two fighters were now fighting to keep their pride and determination to carry on their winning streaks.

Ready To Rumble
Exactly three long months had no gone by and both fighters had been training hard and keeping their fitness up especially. It was 26th March, with only three days left till the fight. The morning was bright and the newspaper prints were printing in the publication factories getting ready to distribute across New York. The front page had a bold heading written saying “ Carter v Husky, will Husky win like he says”.
“ I cant believe it, look what there all saying” Lewis had a copy of The New York times clutched into both of his hands. He was at home in Brooklyn, sitting in the garden. His house was more of a warehouse, he owned a 3.5 million dollar mansion with over 50.5 acres if land in his back garden. The Carter residence was the biggest in the whole of New York.
“ look at all these people look at what they say, there saying I am going to lose. What nerve do they have saying these things, well ill show them on Saturday night. It will be a fight they will never forget. So Jerry what do you recon?”. Thomas Norton his promoter was standing timidly in front of Lewis.
“Listen kid, you can say anything to the media. Stop saying things please?. You can say it politely or even threaten them guys. They aren’t going to listen these kinds of media attention get millions of views. Meaning more money for the editors. All you gotta do is prove them wrong by winning the title and bang the money they got comes in your favour”. Lewis gave a bovine look.
“ damn is dosh all you care about well guess what I want more. I want to prove them all wrong with my fists not with my money. For all I care you can keep my money I make on the night just get the media of my back”. At this point Lewis was ready to get in the ring and prove every one who doubted him was wrong, his behaviour was pugnacious and you could tell my the derivational facial expressions on his face.
“ ok, if that’s what you want then on the night of the fight. You gotta talk total rubbish about him at the official weight in . Im gonna knock Husky out in the first round, oh im going to bury him alive, or even look at his face cause your not gonna see one like that again when im finished. that’s the things you say then in the actual fight you stay by you words and throw the jabs, the hooks the combos and win the fight with points, torture him and that’s it you got the fans on your side”. Lewis showed a discourteous manner and was looking at the picture of Husky in the paper.
“ I’m not going to talk rubbish about him in the weight in, I’m going to knock him out their and then”. The both of them started laughing with humour. They opened a bottle of fine Jamaican rum and sipped their drink whilst talking about how to deal with any promoters and any reporters. They spoke about how to speak on TV, news etc without letting out to much information about future decisions they were going to make.
Both Carters and Husky were under pressure due to the fact their reputation was on the line. Who ever game out on top would become one of the greatest legends in history of boxing and would join the great warriors such as Muhammad Ali, George Foreman, Sugar Ray Lenard and Iron Mike Tyson in his prime. They were training hard in there home towns downtown Brooklyn and Philadelphia. With only three days left the trainers of the two were theorising what their tactics would be in and out of the ring. Tension was building up to the battle and patience was a problem. The two of them would often collide with one an other in talk shows and new broadcasting shows.
Lewis walked into his mansion on the way from a conference meeting one day with his promoter and trainer Jerry. The conference was held by the boxing committee warning both fighters if any more dangerous stunts of fighting on media or in public was to happen ,Husky would be stripped off his title, and Carters would not get a title shot until 2001. Exhausted and tired from the conference holder Jimmy Scott going on and on Lewis loosened his tie and top button, it was 10 pm. He walked into his bedroom and dropped onto the bed and closed his eyes trying to close the outside world.
“Hey baby” Tina Carter, walked into the room jumping onto the bed to welcome Lewis home with a big kiss on his forehead. He opened his eyes and gave a cheerful smile and both of them exchanged looks with one an other.
“ so how was the conference honey did it go well, what did they want to talk to you about?” .
“ yes, it was fine oh just the usual do this and do that nothing important” His wife was the only person who kept him going in his job, she was his only inspiration . They were married and had been for nearly 5 years and they loved each other with all there hearts could express. She was a tall black women with long metallic black hair. Her skin looked soft and her body smelled like olive herbs with a golden twist. Lewis treated her as if she was a princess and gave her anything she wanted new clothes, jewellery, gold silver he would even by her a pony if she asked. She was always supporting Lewis in his fights and anything else he did . “ listen, ive been married to you for 3 years now and I know when your happy and when your down. Now I know your down. So don’t lie to me, something happened at the meeting and I want to know what now” she demanded to know what happened aggressively but she still had the beautiful smile on her face like when she came into the bedroom. Lewis took a deep breath and replied
“ sorry babe I didn’t mean to lie to you, ok ill tell you what happened at the meeting. They warned us both to stop causing trouble and threatened to destroy our careers and that’s it promise” it was hard for him to tell that to his wife and thinking she would shout at him down his ears he closed his eyes and encrusted them with his eye lids.
“ Husky was there as well, the stupid tramp. Baby why didn’t you tell me this I would of understood.”. he opened his eyes and she still had the beautiful golden smile on her face however she lifted her eyebrows expecting a reply.
“listen I didn’t want to tell you because I don’t want you to worry and most importantly I didn’t want that lovely smile to go away cause that’s what gets me up in the morning to train., that’s what helps me get through my fights and the last thing I would want to do is stop that”. she started to get an even bigger gorgeous smile on her face and gave him a big hug.
“ Im never going to stop caring, treasuring and especially loving you so you can tell me anything in reason and I will think of it to be an honest and true action you have done”
The both of them closed their eyes and fell into a deep warm sleep preparing for the busy day they would have to face tomorrow.
Half Eight in the morning, the morning was nice and bright and the smell of sour taste was in the air to tell people the day every one had been waiting for had come. “Beep Beep” the alarm was going off to wake Lewis up, it was the big day he and everyone else had been waiting for. 29 th March. The fight was going to start at half eight in the evening so he had all day to prepare for it and get to Manhattan, Madison Square Garden. Tina was already out of bed cooking Lewis his breakfast, 2 Brown toast, with beans and 1 poached egg, she would always keep his meals on his fight days light to ensure he was at his best in the ring and he wouldn’t add any unnecessary calories for the weigh in.
“ Lewis,” Tina yelled with a accelerating voice for Lewis to come down stairs to eat his breakfast.
“ I’ve made you your favourite energy food, toast, beans and some egg” . When he heard those words he jumped out of his bed and ran into the bath room to get changed into some comfortable clothes. Whenever he was in a lethargy mood the only thing which would get him out of it was food.. You would expect a boxer to eat healthy and train hard but for him it different he wasn’t very prudent with what he ate as long as it had some kind of protein or source of energy init.
“ dinners on the table, come on its getting cold” Tina shouted for him again, this time she said it louder letting the whole mansion know food was made from her bellowing voice.
“ yes, I’m coming wait one minute”. he got changed into some grey Nike tracksuit bottoms and a white everlast t-shirt which was stuck onto his body. The both of them met at the bottom of the stairs and exchanged a kisses.
“ listen, Lewis I’m going to work now ok so ill see you later ok”. Tina worked as a nurse at the local hospital she was a very hard worker and respected what she did and took pride in everything she did there.
She wasn’t a person who wanted job satisfaction, as long as she was helping others within the community she was satisfied. that’s what made her one of the most respected and popular wife in the media. Normally all the wives of famous celebrities or singers would be go diggers but she was different.
“ ok ill see you later Tina, by the way did anybody call for me this morning”
“ yes, Jerry said that the weigh in will be at half eight, he told me to tell you to meet him at the gym at five o clock. He also said do some stretching off for tonight and do some shadow boxing but that’s it ok”
“ok, ill see you later thanks for the food and have a nice day at work”. Tina left the house for work and Lewis sat down in the kitchen and started eating his breakfast.
As the day grew longer, tension was building up. Both Husky and Carters were confident they would win but the matter of fact was that only one fighter could win so they both had to stay on focus and they couldn’t be to confident otherwise there confidence would be their weakness. It was a tradition in boxing that both fighters saw their trainers before the fight so both Carter and Husky were talking to their trainers most of the day but as the fight came closer and closer the more their minds became a barrier to take any stick at the weigh in and the actual big fight. It was now quarter to eight and both fighters were in there changing rooms in the Broadway boxing gym to get weighed in.
“ Come on kid you don’t look angry enough and you call yourself a fighter!” Jerry had a brave face and slapped Lewis across his face. The only reason he did this was to improve his mental ability to take insults and give them back to his opponents who soon would become his victims.
“I’m going to kill him and when I’m finished with him I’m going to eat him alive” Lewis gave an angry and bedlam expression on his face with pure torment.

“ Hey, my names Lewis Carters you might of heard of me my nickname is the king of the aces. I’m a two time world heavy weight boxer but these days I am living the true American mans dream. I’m not a man who belongs to a ethnic group who believe the world is there oyster. In fact I’m just a normal guy in retirement spending my last days with my loved ones, my family. I don’t deserve every thing I got in fact I am very fortunate. My lives been a long Rollo caster ride been locked up in the nick for something I didn’t do. Then again I’ve been very extravagant in my life time doing things that an average guy would never do. I’ve pushed my limits so far that now I’m in a black hole wondering why, how, and where? I did all these things. Now me the toughest, and most hard-headed guy in sports world is fearing for what will be the consequence after every thing I do. The situations you would get passed easily like answering the door, and answering the phone and even receiving mail through the letter box gets me cautious. All this because I did bad things but for the right reason. Whenever I think about them its like by body shivers and I literally fill like I have hypothermia. It has been now 3 years since I retired from boxing and it has been 3 years since all these deep and disturbing devilish secrets have been bond aging in my mind. Now I’m going to reveal the truth to all my fans and all them reporters of what happened in my eyes. Its so hard to tell you the agonising story of pain, love, and hatred the reporter I told will tell you in my exact words”.

The build up 1999
The streets of New York were quiet, nothing was alive and nothing had motion. It was boxing day half seven in the evening most job workers of the big city were sleeping in their homes tired from all the fuss Christmas day had offered them. The mothers were satisfied with the joys which had been blessed on the families in this time of the year. Also the children who thought Santa existed were chuffed with there top of the range clothes and gifts which had been given to them on Christmas morning, however the family men were still recovering from all the debts that they owed to the manipulating bills and presents they could not afford. To make things worse they were also recovering from the hangovers which had been given to them from the brothers in laws and their obsession always to drink vodka on every celebration. It was a time of year they hated and despised however were hiding it to keep the children happy and keep safe from the desperate wifes bellowing down their ears. They were now looking forward to nothing except a financial disaster for the new year on the other hand they were still praying for one thing. That the conference in the morning for the big boxing fight between the 2 black American fighters Lewis Carters and James Husky went well and the fight was to go forward.
By now it was eight o clock, paparazzi were outside the queens park palace waiting for Lewis Carters to arrive at the conference. He would often do this to build suspense in the atmosphere and get all the people from his home town, Brooklyn, to cheer him on when he got there. James Husky was already in the building., he was Lewis Carters opponent and is the heavy weight champion. He has been fighting professional for 25 years and has been undefeated since he had the belt- he has had eight fights since he had had won the title and has either knocked his opponents out within the first two rounds or they have got so hurt in the fight from his deadly combinations of punches that the coaches and trainers have thrown in the towel. It was going to be the best fight since Muhammad Ali and Joe Frasier fought it out in the famous fight known commonly as the gorilla in manila. Husky was a fairly tall man with a muscular build, he had a very quick reacting mind in the ring, he was a powerful puncher and the unordinary thing about him is that he can fight either orthodox or southpaw stance in the ring. He was given the nickname James the power man Husky after knocking Fredson juniour out in the 2nd round with a lethal uppercut which knocked one of fredsons moulders out of his mouth blood was all over the ring and it was classed to be one of the most memorable fights in history. What made it unordinary was this was when he was in the cruiser weight and the power of the punch was the equivalent of Geroge Foremans awesome hooks.. James always stay focused on the aim of the fight which is to win and that integrity and spirit has won him most of his fights. A characteristic which made him stand outside the ring was that he was very crotchety this was also the case after his fights and in public. Whenever he was victorious over one of his fights he would always end up yelling at a bewildered reporter who he would end up either pushing onto the floor. Even though he was like this, it was what made him entertaining to watch and he is known to have one of the most amazing attitudes to live. In the conference room Husky was wearing an black swage suit with a black striped shit and blue aqua coloured tie, he was sitting in there patiently waiting for the conference to progress.
While James Husky was inside sitting on lined table on the right side of the room sipping his glass of squeezed lemon, loud chaotic noises were coming from outside. Outside was a large Grey gold plated 550 Ferrari Maranello. It had top of the rand platinum rims everyone in the neighbourhood could hear its engine roaring whilst pouncing foward , it was being blocked by a crowd and the car was unable to move forward so it pulled to the side of the curve and stopped. The passengers door was opened and Bobby Norton approached onto the road. Bobby Norton was Lewis Carters promoter and had been his promoter for years. He was experienced at what he did and was also a promoter of other great fighters like Ben Gills Olympic silver medallist in welter weight and also Benvollio Dulcet heavy weight champion from 1997 to 1998 however he was less popular when he was defeated by “James the power man Husky” in 1998. Norton was a very popular man also known for when he used to be a entrepreneur for many successful training businesses located all over the States and Europe however he gave all his businesses to his oldest son Thomas Norton mainly due to being so busy in his promoting work. On the other hand nobody really cared about his career professions just cared about him being a good looking multi millionaire mainly because of the many privatized companies that he owns. Which could be anything leisure companies, electronics or even a broad way drug racket for a mob living in little Italy but who knows nobody really tried to get on his bad side in public and in the media, due to the several people who have crossed him in their lives have received extra attention from his body guards which isn’t a pretty site.
Ferraris back seat couldn’t be seen through because of the tinted windows. Suddenly the doors opened and Jerry Carters came out of the back seat , Jerry was Lewis’s uncle and trainer. Five years he has been training Lewis to become the ultimate boxing fighter, Lewis used to be trained by his father ,Carl Carters, however he was killed whilst locking up the gym on a week night. He was stabbed retentively in
the back while locking the gyms front doors.
Even though Lewis lost his father at such a important part in his life their dream was to make Lewis become heavyweight champion by the time he reached his Forties. Lewis knew he was undefeated for five fights in a row when his father was killed. It somehow struck him in his mind that whoever killed his father wanted him dead to stop Lewis achieving his potential. He knew it and so did his uncle Jerry and they were determined to become the world most magnificent fighter in the states. Local media stations have been announcing the fight for weeks knowing it will be great, this fight is what Lewis has been waiting for with Forty wins and zero losses. Every time he trained in the gym his father was last seen, every time he goes for jogs he thinks he would never of got were he is if his father didn’t inspire him. So the least he could do I share the dream with his father in the after world to become undisputed heavy weight champion “ Carter the king of aces” he was given this name by his mother when he was only nine years of age because he was acing every completion he went to. The fight will be Huskys hardest challenge and it will be a incredible bout between the two but disputes have been argued saying Carter will knock Husky out in the first round because of his great speed, power and confident personality. Lewis climbed out of the car with a black suit on with a red shirt without a tie. The roaring was incredible all his fans were putting there hands out but he just walked forward not showing just a few respect he believed is you shake one mans hand ,you, should shake every ones. ‘Hearing a commotion outside, Husky stood up and strode to the window. Looking down onto the sidewalk, he caught a glance of his fight opponent entering the building. ‘Bastard,’ Husky thought to himself with a nasty smile as he ambled back to the brown leather chair, ‘Going to knock him out in one go.’
Menacingly Lewis walked through the brown, oak doors and walked through the lounge which had some newspapers photographers. Willingly to take pictures they snapped away but he ignored every flash . Walking into the main conference room. Shockingly he ran up towards Husky and got ready to throw a hook while Husky was sitting off guard. With quick reactions Husky moved out of the way pushing the chair over and causing a load sensational sound of cold leather touching the limestone floor.
“ Man I’m going to kill you in the ring, I’m not going to show no mercy sucker” fire was in Carters eyes when he shouted at Husky.
“got some nerve bringing your mans in here acting all big, you aren’t nothing to me ” Husky looked into Carters eyes and gave the same tormenting smile he did when he saw Carters cars coming.
“ Think you all big man, your two minutes late” Husky was known for his manipulating remarks towards other fighters. The two monsters tried to grab one each other into a glitch and fight each other in a slugger fight but repeatedly they were separated. Constantly they kept taunting each other.
The conference was one of the most disturbing in the whole of the boxing association but it did finish and the fight date was set. Both of them would fight on March 29th, at Maidson Square Garden. Many people were now looking forward to this epic fight, the two fighters were now fighting to keep their pride and determination to carry on their winning streaks.

The big fight
Exactly three long months had no gone by and both fighters had been training hard and keeping their fitness up especially. It was 26th March, with only three days left till the fight. The morning was bright and the newspaper prints were printing in the publication factories getting ready to distribute across New York. The front page had a bold heading written saying “ Carter v Husky, will Husky win like he says”.
“ I cant believe it, look what there all saying” Lewis had a copy of The New York times clutched into both of his hands. He was at home in Brooklyn, sitting in the garden. His house was more of a warehouse, he owned a 3.5 million dollar mansion with over 50.5 acres if land in his back garden. The Carter residence was the biggest in the whole of New York.
“ look at all these people look at what they say, there saying I am going to lose. What nerve do they have saying these things, well ill show them on Saturday night. It will be a fight they will never forget. So Jerry what do you recon?”. Thomas Norton his promoter was standing timidly in front of Lewis.
“Listen kid, you can say anything to the media. Stop saying things please?. You can say it politely or even threaten them guys. They aren’t going to listen these kinds of media attention get millions of views. Meaning more money for the editors. All you gotta do is prove them wrong by winning the title and bang the money they got comes in your favour”. Lewis gave a bovine look.
“ damn is dosh all you care about well guess what I want more. I want to prove them all wrong with my fists not with my money. For all I care you can keep my money I make on the night just get the media of my back”. At this point Lewis was ready to get in the ring and prove every one who doubted him was wrong, his behaviour was pugnacious and you could tell my the derivational facial expressions on his face.
“ ok, if that’s what you want then on the night of the fight. You gotta talk total rubbish about him at the official weight in . Im gonna knock Husky out in the first round, oh im going to bury him alive, or even look at his face cause your not gonna see one like that again when im finished. that’s the things you say then in the actual fight you stay by you words and throw the jabs, the hooks the combos and win the fight with points torture him and that’s it you got the fans on your side”. Lewis showed a discourteous manner and was looking at the picture of Husky in the paper.
“ I’m not going to talk rubbish about him in the weight in, I’m going to knock him out their and then”. The both of them started laughing with humour. They opened a bottle of fine Jamaican rum and sipped their drink whilst talking about how to deal with any promoters and any reporters. They spoke about how to speak on TV, news etc without letting out to much information about future decisions they were going to make.
Both Carters and Husky were under pressure due to the fact their reputation was on the line. Who ever game out on top would become one of the greatest legends in history of boxing and would join the great warriors such as Muhammad Ali, George Foreman, Sugar Ray Lenard and Iron Mike Tyson in his prime. They were training hard in there home towns downtown Brooklyn and Philadelphia. With only three days left the trainers of the two were theorising what their tactics would be in and out of the ring. Tension was building up to the battle and patience was a problem. The two of them would often collide with one an other in talk shows and new broadcasting shows.
Lewis walked into his mansion on the way from a conference meeting one day with his promoter and trainer Jerry. The conference was held by the boxing committee warning both fighters if any more dangerous stunts of fighting on media or in public was to happen ,Husky would be stripped off his title, and Carters would not get a title shot until 2001. Exhausted and tired from the conference holder Jimmy Scott going on and on Lewis loosened his tie and top button, it was 10 pm. He walked into his bedroom and dropped onto the bed and closed his eyes trying to close the outside world.
“Hey baby” Tina Carter, walked into the room jumping onto the bed to welcome Lewis home with a big kiss on his forehead. He opened his eyes and gave a cheerful smile and both of them exchanged looks with one an other.
“ so how was the conference honey did it go well, what did they want to talk to you about?” .
“ yes, it was fine oh just the usual do this and do that nothing important” His wife was the only person who kept him going in his job, she was his only inspiration . They were married and had been for nearly 5 years and they loved each other with all there hearts could express. She was a tall black women with long metallic black hair. Her skin looked soft and her body smelled like olive herbs with a golden twist. Lewis treated her as if she was a princess and gave her anything she wanted new clothes, jewellery, gold silver he would even by her a pony if she asked. She was always supporting Lewis in his fights and anything else he did .
“ listen, ive been married to you for 3 years now and I know when your happy and when your down. Now I know your down. So don’t lie to me, something happened at the meeting and I want to know what now” she demanded to know what happened aggressively but she still had the beautiful smile on her face like when she came into the bedroom. Lewis took a deep breath and replied
“ sorry babe I didn’t mean to lie to you, ok ill tell you what happened at the meeting. They warned us both to stop causing trouble and threatened to destroy our careers and that’s it promise” it was hard for him to tell that to his wife and thinking she would shout at him down his ears he closed his eyes and encrusted them with his eye lids.
“ Husky was there as well, the stupid tramp. Baby why didn’t you tell me this I would of understood.”. he opened his eyes and she still had the beautiful golden smile on her face however she lifted her eyebrows expecting a reply.
“listen I didn’t want to tell you because I don’t want you to worry and most importantly I didn’t want that lovely smile to go away cause that’s what gets me up in the morning to train., that’s what helps me get through my fights and the last thing I would want to do is stop that”. she started to get an even bigger gorgeous smile on her face and gave him a big hug.
“ Im never going to stop caring, treasuring and especially loving you so you can tell me anything in reason and I will think of it to be an honest and true action you have done”
The both of them closed their eyes and fell into a deep warm sleep preparing for the busy day they would have to face tomorrow.
Half Eight in the morning, the morning was nice and bright and the smell of sour taste was in the air to tell people the day every one had been waiting for had come. “Beep Beep” the alarm was going off to wake Lewis up, it was the big day he and everyone else had been waiting for. 29 th March. The fight was going to start at half eight in the evening so he had all day to prepare for it and get to Manhattan, Madison Square Garden. Tina was already out of bed cooking Lewis his breakfast, 2 Brown toast, with beans and 1 poached egg, she would always keep his meals on his fight days light to ensure he was at his best in the ring and he wouldn’t add any unnecessary calories for the weigh in.
“ Lewis,” Tina yelled with a accelerating voice for Lewis to come down stairs to eat his breakfast.
“ I’ve made you your favourite energy food, toast, beans and some egg” . When he heard those words he jumped out of his bed and ran into the bath room to get changed into some comfortable clothes. Whenever he was in a lethargy mood the only thing which would get him out of it was food.. You would expect a boxer to eat healthy and train hard but for him it different he wasn’t very prudent with what he ate as long as it had some kind of protein or source of energy init.
“ dinners on the table, come on its getting cold” Tina shouted for him again, this time she said it louder letting the whole mansion know food was made from her bellowing voice.
“ yes, I’m coming wait one minute”. he got changed into some grey Nike tracksuit bottoms and a white everlast t-shirt which was stuck onto his body. The both of them met at the bottom of the stairs and exchanged a kisses.
“ listen, Lewis I’m going to work now ok so ill see you later ok”. Tina worked as a nurse at the local hospital she was a very hard worker and respected what she did and took pride in everything she did there.
She wasn’t a person who wanted job satisfaction, as long as she was helping others within the community she was satisfied. that’s what made her one of the most respected and popular wife in the media. Normally all the wives of famous celebrities or singers would be go diggers but she was different.
“ ok ill see you later Tina, by the way did anybody call for me this morning”
“ yes, Jerry said that the weigh in will be at half eight, he told me to tell you to meet him at the gym at five o clock. He also said do some stretching off for tonight and do some shadow boxing but that’s it ok”
“ok, ill see you later thanks for the food and have a nice day at work”. Tina left the house for work and Lewis sat down in the kitchen and started eating his breakfast.

I have tinnitus, and many questions about it…?

I would like answers from doctors, but I don’t want to hear that it’s hopeless. There must be some way to stop or at least reduce that hideous ringing sound in my ears. I find it very hard to believe that in our modern times there is still no specific treatment for tinnitus and I am willing to try anything even if it’s not scientifically proven. So here’s my specific situation…

For a few weeks now I have had constant tinnitus which came out of nowhere, accompanied by "popping" sounds in my ears when I swallow or yawn, a weird feeling in the back of my throat I can’t really explain, and occasional mild headaches.

During this time I have only been able to get to sleep at around 5am, because that’s when the birds come out and tweet in the morning (Helping to distract me from the hideous ringing noises). Because of this I have been losing valuable hours of sleep, which doesn’t help me. So here are my questions…

Q1: Is it best to use tinnitus-masking CDs containing natural sounds, like rain and waves, or are plain old white noise CDs more effective?

Q2: What foods or dietary changes can I make to reduce tinnitus?

Q3: If my tinnitus is NOT noise-induced, can loud noise still make it worse?

Q4: If I’m listening to music, which audio formats are best to listen to through headphones, i.e. are low-bit rate MP3s bad for the ears? What sound format is safer?

Q5: Since my tinnitus hasn’t gotten any better in the last few weeks, is it likely that I will become a permenant sufferer?

Thank you for taking the time to read. I have had tinnitus my whole life to a certain degree, but never this bad. Any advice you could give would be delightful.

Is this an interesting start for a story?

“Meeting at order!” Beren’s voice reverberated throughout the room. The sudden noise made my ever-changing skin go from Earthly tan to Elvin purple. Beren hit the gavel against the desk three times to earn our complete awareness. “Andricka,” Beren called.
A petite little girl stood up. Her hair was a sky blue color, and closer inspection showed me that her eyes were as well. Though, she had specks of white in them—symbolizing clouds. He attire was a lime green shirt, with dark blue shorts—they had a smiley face on them. As the turned to look at Beren, I caught a glimpse of metal. Such a small girl had a lip ring! Not to mention that she had a mischievous smile on her lips the whole time. Yes, the name ‘Andricka’ fits her.
“Yes?” She answered. A collective gasp flowed around the room. She didn’t say Sir! To our surprise, cruel Beren smiled and pulled her into a hug. He whispered something incoherent to my keen ears. Andricka’s smile became more genuine and she clapped her hands together once.
“Say hello to your new Sergeant,” she said while waving.

DON’T CRITICIZE MY GRAMMAR! xD please and thank you.
~<3x

We sat in the midpoint. The exact centre between our houses. Triangulation is a powerful mathematical tool not usually used to find the midpoint. In this case it had been. This made us friends of ExxonMobil. We met there, in the Midwest. This amorous relation was one that must remain secret. I wondered if either of us had been tailed. It was probable. The ensuing commotion would destroy the race. The media would lampoon, laugh and then a not so effeminate Vietnamese man would win.

She had arrived wearing a formidable disguise. She was dressed as a King parrot. I had already been waiting there, in the darkened park, in amongst the shadows for a few minutes. Thus it was that I was exuberant to see the bountiful array of colours on her. Even the moonless night could not diminish the extravagance of her feathers which were perky and bristling and if she had been disguised as a dog as she had on so many other occasions, her tail would have been wagging.

Our meeting spot was directly in front of a dingy train station, there were few street lights and if clouds hadn’t obscured the view of the heavens no doubt we could have seen more shooting stars than cars. Only commercial trains seemed to go past. Carriage after carriage. The sound was like a xylophone with only two low sombre notes played repeatedly each time louder than the last. If only the noise was deafening we may not have had to endure it.

I was dressed as Elvis. The face paint had taken many hours. My jowls were bulky and sagging under the weight of plasticine. She commented when she arrived, “You look stressed”. For some reason her dogmatic comments always stunned and somewhat excited me. I wondered what made me appear stressed. Could it be the dazzling white suit with blue stars embroidered to the shoulders? No, it must be my face. Or, more specifically, my eyes. My eyes which receded in pain due to the acidic nature of the face paint a trusted aid had chosen.

Revenge is a dish best served in a drive through. Served quickly, and given without delay to an expectant customer. The bill is given and the customer is surprised by the poor quality of food and can’t believe that they have been going to the same place for years without ever noticing it. These were the thoughts of the King parrot as she nibbled on the camembert which Elvis had brought her.

How does she manage to nibble on camembert? It’s a cheese which is not easy to nibble, especially in the arid evening heat of the Midwest, where camembert has a gooey consistency almost as soon as it is removed from the fridge. I grabbed her head and lapped up the remaining camembert in her mouth. She tasted like two day old pizza, unmicrowaved.

A man with two dogs hastily walked past us, the lonely street light illuminated the trio for a few brief instants. One of the dogs looked like Colin Powel disguised as a human. My bowels shook. The King Parrot muttered sweet somethings in my ear and another train of dizzying length ramshackled past us. The park bench struggled to maintain dignity and I suddenly felt afraid and embarrassed.

All the shops were closed. I wanted to go somewhere to change my Calvin Klein underpants. Luckily I had brought a spare pair inside the upper left pocket of my Elvis impostor suit. I had parked a fair way away next to a golf course. “I have to go to the bathroom”, I murmured to the King parrot. I plucked one of the feathers off her face and disappeared into the darkness.

On my way to the car I saw the man with two dogs again. His face looked pallid as if he had seen a polyglot. The Midwest sure was monolingual I thought. Maybe I shouldn’t have left my lover alone in this barrio. I acted on my remorse and retraced my steps to the park bench. Not a bird in sight.

We had special mobile phones so as to keep the secrecy. 18004455279 I typed in the digits slowly and deliberately. Behind some nearby droopy chrysanthemums I could hear her phone ringing. I slowly approached the sound where I found her phone with a note wrapped around it. I couldn’t quite make out the words; it looked as if she had used a pen which was on its last legs, this seemed apt. Perhaps I had an aid who could decipher it. No, probably not, I pulled out my lighter and burnt the note. A decision which I immediately regretted. Maybe there was an aid who could recreate the note from the ashes and then decipher the handwriting. I put the ashes into my back pocket and walked towards the golf course.

On my way back to the car I found her. It was chaos. The dogs must have gotten to her. She was clearly dead or dying. I could tell by her rabid breathing. There were feathers strewn over and around the gutter where she lay mangled. The plethora of colour of her remains did nothing to remove the grey dark surrounding landscape. Her colourful political demise tasted like camembert. What A bumma.

(Optional next paragraph which is pretty lame)

Obama chewed the brie hesitantly as he returned

Could this be Hypoglycemia?

hello , i have visited the doctor multiple times for my condition. I am being diagnosed with anxiety after all the tests i have had done; which include; Echo cardiogram, EKG, full body CT scan, thyroid, liver, kidney and pancreas function test, urinalysis.Gastrointerologist visits, Tested for celiac disease. stool sample was given also. Everything is pretty much normal, except i have Wolff parkinson white syndrome, and mild Mitral Valve prolapse. This problem has been ongoing for about 8 months, the very first day i started having symptoms i felt a bit dizzy,nausea,had loose stool with mucus appearance,mild chest pain, felt a bit depressed, insomnia, short of breathe. After that first day i no longer felt nausea but the other symptoms still occur. along with these other problems i have.
Heart Palpitations upon waking up a few hours after falling asleep
Tremors upon waking up
Shortness of breathe after eating large meals or sugary foods
Extreme insomnia
Cloudy urine quite often and sometimes with mucus
Loose stools, often undigested looking
Stomach Noise all the time (every day)
I believe i may have Tinnitus (ringing and clicking sounds in my ear)
My tongue is white, which my dentist says its "Geographic Tongue"
I often feel like i have a strong pulse in the middle to lower of my back, and the back of my head
I have a fungus under my right toenail that will not clear up with medical cream after 9 months
Some days i urinate like 15-20 times
Used to feel Depersonalized until my Psychiatrist put me on Zoloft
I dont feel depressed like i used to , i used to feel sad, but now im just not happy very often.

I just got out of the army, in June this year, which i had just spent a year in Iraq and got back in March.
When i first got back i felt a little weird…. i didn’t feel quite right, I started having my physical symptoms and stuff when i got home to my family in April. I havent felt right since then. Im currently going to the VA clinic. And they probably see me as a Hypochondriac because i make so many appointments, and they just keep telling me i have anxiety. My mother has Hypoglycemia so i decided to research it and it seems to really fit the bill for my symptoms but im not sure. But my doc says that my blood sugar is fine, its been within 88-92 fasting for 12 hours at least. I pretty much feel bad all the time, i tried celexa for a month and i didn’t sleep the whole time, now im on Zoloft for 2 weeks now and taking sertraline(sleeping pill) cause it does the same. Im a 23 year old male and i have been exercising often and trying to eat healthy which doesn’t seem to help my mood very much . Any help/advice would be appreciated.
sorry i mean the Sleeping pill i take is QUetiapine not sertraline

1. For the last two weeks I’ve been having troubles with my ears. They both feel like they need to pop, but I cannot pop them. My right ear is really messed up, white noises hurt my ears, and I hear a loud ringing when tap water is running, or there’s static on the radio. When I watch TV I can hear sound effects out of my right ear, but voices are very, very faint. My left ear is fine, other than the feeling that it needs to pop. They are not dirty, I’ve tried cleaning them many times.
2. I’ve been really shaky lately, like the other day at dinner, it felt like my hand completely relaxed and my fork randomly fell out of my hand and I could not stop my pinkie from moving back and forth. and my muscles have random twitches everywhere in my body. Or I will be walking and my calves will randomly feel heavy. Also, I’ve been having random Pulses of numbness in my face, particularly in my cheeks, its very strange and feels like a bug crawling across my face.
3. I’m having difficulties falling asleep.
4. My heart will randomly start beating really strongly, and it’s almost as if I can feel all the blood moving throughout my body, with no anxiety or stressful situations. I will just be sitting there and randomly start to feel my heart beating really strong.
5. I get winded really easily in the last week. Climbing the stairs is a major feat. This is weird for me, because I’m not in top physical condition, but I’m not overweight or anything, so I don’t understand.

Are any of these related somehow? What do you think is going on? I’m really confused, and I don’t want to go to the doctor if there is nothing really overly wrong with me because I’m really uncomfortable going to the doctor. Does anyone know how I can fix any of these issues? or know why they are happening?

Do you think this sounds like a good start to a story?

Michael stepped out through the double stained glass doors and into the dark abandoned parking lot. It was very quiet and gave off an unwelcome presence that made Michael feel only more nervous. As he reached into is brown, oversized trench coat, pulling out his packet of Malbro.22 cigarettes, it began to rain lightly, but he knew more down pour was sure to follow which would only make things more difficult.

He reached into his cigarette packet and pullet out the one long crisp, straight cigarette that stood perfectly taller then the rest and drew it to his wet lips while lighting it with his other hand. It had been a while since he last smoked and he wanted to savor every last monument with his newly acquainted mistress.

As he took a long inhale of the cigarette he leaned his hand up against the car he was now standing adjacent to, but he slipped and almost fell choking on the smoke still in his mouth. As he regained his breath his first thought was the rain had made the car wet, but it had only been raining for a few brief minutes. He held his hand up against his cigarette to unveil the mystery that now plagued him. As he drew his hand closer to the light he saw that the liquid was not a white/clear substance but that of a shade of dark red, which could only be one thing…blood.

Michael quickly became very uneasy and started to pace slowly backwards, tripping on something; he ignited his lighter to see what he had fallen on. The lighter illuminated the area and he realized he hadn’t tripped on something but someone. The shock hit Michael as he realized that their laid Thomas Finch, the man Michael was suppose to meet. Now they would never have the pleasure. Michael quickly and thoroughly searched all of Tom’s pockets for the package he was meant to deliver. Finally he found what he was looking for, a white envelope neatly tucked away in his suits interior pocket.

Before he had a chance to open it and gaze upon the contents, he heard a noise from the other end of the parking lot, which was strange considering that this lot was deserted. He slowly pulled himself to his feet and began to survey the lot. He kept his ears sharp, the lot was silent, however he knew he was not alone. Michael reached inside his coat and pulled out his revolver and continued on. A sound came in the direction he was heading so he quickly moved towards where it came from.

Out of nowhere he took a hit to the chest, another followed again but he managed to block it and the next one. Michael continued his defense while trying to catch a glimpse of his attacker however his hooded jacket and the rain made it only harder to focus on his covered his face. He continued fighting, Michael landed an open fist on his foe but the foe didn’t even flinch. He grabbed Michael’s hand and threw it sideways putting Michael off balance, and before he knew it his feet was swept from underneath him now causing him to be suspended in the air. Michael’s enemy forced his fist into his chest. He flew back onto the ground and started rolling. Bracing himself, he reached to his side and drew out a small samurai sword, gaining his balance and raising himself up. He brushed the dust of his jacket casually, trying not to appear beaten, even though he knew he was in check. Michael wiped the rain from his brow and charged at his enemy, thrusting his sword at the enemy, but he dodged every attack. Out of nowhere the enemy now started advancing lunging at Michael. One punch, two, three and a fourth Michael now realized his was on the defense and his offensive was no more. Michael knew he had to act quickly or he would soon find himself checkmated. As the blood rushed threw his veins Michael focused and parried the fifth attack by side flipping to the left and it one graceful movement angled his sword and slashed the assassin across the left arm. The foe let out a high pitch scream. Michael now had the high ground and moved in for the killing blow but suddenly then behind them the double stained glassed doors burst open unleashing wave after wave of happily enlightened church attendees finishing their Sunday night service. This act caught Michael off guard he was sent flying by the foe onto the bonnet of his own car. Losing perception of his surroundings as he gathered himself he knew the Assassin was gone and along with that any leads.

Michael quietly entered his car and started the engine. He drove out of the lot; he threw the envelope on the passenger seat, no sooner then than the envelope landed, Michael’s phone began to ring. The caller idea listed the name, as Gabriel…Michael knew his boss wasn’t going to like the news he had to tell him.

hi all this is a draft i batched together for an idea im working on can people help tell me how it sounds etc, please be as harsh as possible if need be i like all the help i can get thankyou to all, sorry its so long
copyright Cameron Johnson 2745

Sorrows Become Me

I remember clearly
Long ago and far away
You kissed my cheek tenderly
Whispered words I can’t say

You held me waiting
For my words to ring yours true
Caught just a breath away
Those words I’d surely rue

‘Good night,’ was my answer
To the love you’d expressed
Hurt you seemed
But I could expect nothing less

‘Good night…’ you said in sorrow
As you then turned to leave
Those words hammered in my ears
Demanding for release

I love you… I love you
More than life could know
I love you with all I could love you
But for fate, I could not show

I remember your soft sway
As you turned at your door
You smiled reverently then
And set my heart to soar

In that smile
Your love touched my soul
Silent promise
For my love untold

Years came slowly
In the warmth of your life
For every moment I cherished
Even times of strife

Though still caught by fear
Of what fate should do
If I so much as muttered
My dear, I love you…

I love you with all I could love you
And dare not utter a word
For fear the fates will hear me
And take you away for sure

‘I love you,’ you murmured
Soft words against my ear
Sleep then enfolded you
And I hugged you oh, so near

Each rise and fall against me
The beating of your heart
Love so amazing
But fate had its part

I watched you sleep beside me
The joy beyond mere words
Could fate really take you?
Could love be assured?

Soft rhythmic breathing
Fear overwhelmed by joy
I uttered it so silently
Fate heard not a noise

And surely as the days went by
And fate never stirred
Love, I thought, had made it through
Three little words…

I love you…
Dear God,
I love you…
And fate heard the lot

I love you with all I could love you
Those words… I never should
For fate readily heard me
And took you away for good

But even now, I remember
The smile that lit your eyes
Those words that I whispered
As I hugged you to my side

A smile so radiant
At my love spoken true
You were so elated
And thought you broke me through

But, dear one…

The moment I saw you
To this day today
I’ve loved you forever
Forever and always…

I love you with all I could love you
And should not have uttered a word
Fate so cruel and timeless
On those words are cursed

I find now I can whisper those words more freely
For I whisper those words alone
White rose in hand, I stare at your name
In the pillar made of stone…

~end

Please can you read my short story? Rate :)?

my short story?

Do you like this beginning?

okay so i was cutting my food with a big knife and stabbed myself between my finger and thumb real quick, it stung, i looked at it & could see in my hand, turned around, stomach was turning, got pale white, had a ringing noise in my head, and when i began to explain to my bf what happened it felt like someone had their hands over my ears like my head was stuffed up or something. I laid down for a moment on the couch while he bandaged me up & I felt fine after just a few minutes.

now the loud ringing, stomach turning, stuffy head (someone had their hands over my ear feeling) and paleness has only happened once before when i was being intimate with my bf – he accidentally went in my [butt] – it hurt so much i just jumped up out of the bed and no sooner than i got to the hallway the feeling came over me, i laid back down in the bed (after some crying and extreme freaking out) and the feeling went away.

was it because of ’shock’?

Can you please critique a section from my story?

This is through the eyes of a third class boy on the TITANIC on the night of her sinking. I am not actually sure if a third class wall collapsed or not so please don’t hound me on that. I am also not sure if there was a boy named Patrick…so don’t Google it or anything hoping to find info on him :)

Upon further inspection, Patrick saw that the man in front of him held a look of pure agonizing terror on his young face. His blood shot sea-green eyes (an epiphany, perhaps?) bulged as he yelled at Patrick’s mum to get a lifebelt on immediately. Upon performing that task, she was to make her way to the main deck in complete haste. Patrick came upon the gross realisation of how dire the situation had become. This was when he first felt the pang of terror and the sense of danger that momentarily over whelmed him. The man in white eyed Patrick as he yelled almost unintelligibly. “And please, Alexandra. Do all that is in your power to save the young lad.” He pleaded Patrick’s mum, Alexandra, with his eyes before disappearing into the hall as quickly as he appeared. The steward was gone. The whooshing sound that Patrick had shoved to the back of his mind became much more apparent all of a sudden. He could smell the salty smell of the ocean and it was very similar to the smell of the blue water that that suspended the sailboat in the distant memories he futilely clung to.
The scene changed so abruptly, then. It went from entirely chaotic to unbearably tumultuous. In an instant, everything flashed before Patrick’s horror-srtuck eyes as his ears rang from the loud sounds. He couldn’t escape from them. Before he could reach to put his free hand to his ear in a feeble attempt to block the noise, something terrifying happened. The rusted white wall in front of him volleyed forward, sending a torrent of sea and metal hurling towards his unguarded face. As he flew backwards into the black abyss of the perpetually rising waters, his mind went dark, as did the lights of this once great ship.

I know there are some run on sentences. Minor problems that can be easily fixed. Any advice for me? I have a whole lot more on paper…but this is just a very tiny excerpt. Thanks for reading.

Beginning of my book?

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