For all teenagers. What do you think of my writing?
The door knocked twice. The old man got from his chair beside the kitchen table and opened the door.
“Hello,” A tall man, in a smirked shirt smiled as he placed a grey rope into the old man’s hand. “Do you need anything else, Mr. Dan?”
The old man grinned with his head drooping forward then closed the door.
He had something else on his mind; an image that hovered in his head since the day his daughter left him.
He could feel cold wings fluttering against his arms; the angel of death approached him, tiptoeing towards his chair.
Everyday he could feel the black wings drawing closer.
However, today, the black wings stroked his body gently, summoning his spirit bit by bit.
Mr. Dan placed the stool beside the table at the living room. He bowed down against the couch, dipped his hands between the pillows and took out the remote control. After pressing it, the TV droned with a dance song. Mr. Dan smiled and the remote control slipped down from his fingers, sounding over the wooden floor