thehardtdilemma
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Hi everyone,
I am a new writer and would like to get some constructive feedback.
Jeff
I am a new writer and would like to get some constructive feedback.
It was a cold winter night in January 1943.
Alex Hardt stood quietly on the pier at the edge of Manhattan Island. He was motionless as he focused on the eerily beautiful New York City at night. The bright lights from the city seemed to challenge the heavenly glare from the stars above.
Alex sighed as he continued to puff on his cigarette. He shifted his attention to the small boats traversing the water. The rippling waves scattered the delicate beams of light. It was the most beautiful view of New York Alex had seen in a long time.
Lights from the city and from the stars above competed for territory on the water’s surface. Neither could gain an upper hand. The two sources created a scintillating reflection that made Alex smile for the first time in many weeks. He tried to continue to smile.
But his smile faded when he turned to the Statue of Liberty in the distance. She was the guardian of New York City. She was the symbolic defender of the American way.
Alex stared at the statue, pondering its significance to the city as well as the country. Alex shook his head and looked straight at the statue.
“What have you done?” Alex asked the statue rhetorically.
Jeff