I sat quietly, pondering many things. The pounding of hard hailstones was echoing from my wall. Annoyed by the interuption of my train of thought, I walked towards the window to have a look outside. From the distance, I could see a shadow growing. Suddenly, a large hailstone broke through the thin window, throwing glass everywhere, littering the velvet smooth rug with shards.
'Odd', I thought. There was never any hail stones the size of THIS in Columbia
After a while, I bent down and hesitantly put my arm out to pick up the hail stone, but was suprised when my arm was stopped by another. The feel of the arm on my skin felt colder than ice, and I started losing feeling in my fingers. I stood with my mouth open, gasping as the hailstone grew more limbs out, another arm, and two legs, and soon .......
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This is just a test run of how well I write in first-person perspective. Obviously it needs alot of work, and it's not finished, but I'd appreciate any input/feed back, and dont hold back on my mistakes, just say what you like and dislike about it, I'm alot better writing in third person limited