I’m struggling with a passage I wrote a while ago in class. I don’t know where to take it next, and I can’t even decide if I actually like it! I think it is slightly over-the-top, indulgent, and without any real substance! So, if anyone wants to demolish it and reconstruct it, or to give me any ideas, then feel free! Here it is:
After such an elongated journey through the countless echoes of bark-stripped trees, I eventually arrived at the resting house of the late Mrs. Rudrow. There is no dormant past now. For some, there is no apprehension of stumbling backwards into youth and young manhood, or womanhood, but here holds no redemption or virtue for those who seek it. The small house, stripped of all individuality is set back amongst the hollow graveyard of beheaded trees that have succumbed to the growing instability of Mrs. Rudrow over her last few years.
So, yeah, use and abuse it; I honestly don’t mind!