Sylverius
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Okay so basically, I'm a returning writer who had spent around a year or so writing fanfics and whatnot to help improve myself via immersion, writing in-character actions, so on and so forth.
Now that the recap about me is out of the way, here's my problems:
1.) Is it bad to repeatedly write words like "as" once per paragraph?
2.) How do I know if I've improved my writing or not?
Okay so the second part is a bit of a conundrum. I KNOW I've improved, but the thing is, how does one know if they've improved significantly?
Before you say some stuff about "Why are you asking this?", please know that there's one thing coming to my mind before I got to posting this... "This is a shit question isn't it?" And to that I say, "Better to try than to not at all."
Now that the recap about me is out of the way, here's my problems:
1.) Is it bad to repeatedly write words like "as" once per paragraph?
2.) How do I know if I've improved my writing or not?
Okay so the second part is a bit of a conundrum. I KNOW I've improved, but the thing is, how does one know if they've improved significantly?
One day, as Doran wasn't working...
"Alright chief, you ready?" A man holds his wooden sword, with Doran also holding his.
"Yeah. Come at me."
"Haa!" The man charges at him with a thrust, with Doran stepping to the side. Before the thrust could even continue extending however, he switches its direction to create a swipe, to which Doran jumps back from.
The man doesn't stop relenting, continuing to unleash a flurry of slashes whilst Doran continues evading from.
"You'll have to be better than that, seeing as you're our town's guard, Ammar~" Doran jokes as he ducks from one of Ammar's slashes.
"Gosh damnit Doran, you're so tall and thin, yet you move like a fucking insect!" Ammar rants as he steps on the ground repeatedly, with Doran laughing.
"Hehe, seems like you couldn't get your eyes off of them couldn't you?" Alicia wipes away the saliva running down Kier's cheek as he watches the two men banter, "That's how your father fights. The way to win battles is not just by overpowering them with pure power... But by technique too. Let's watch, okay?" She gives a gentle smile before kissing his forehead.
After a while, Doran and Ammar get serious, the two of them possessing a stance that showed that they were ready to clash their weapons.
One second. Two seconds. Then three-
All of a sudden, the two disappear and reappear in split moments, the sound filling Kier's and Alicia's ears weren't that of their grunting or yelling, but rather, the sounds of wood clashing one another and only that sound. Yet even with their impressive speed, the speed at which their sword clashes continues to accelerate.
<F-Fast... And they're even getting faster and faster?> Kier could only be astonished as his untrained eyes tries to catch up with their speed. Throughout the flashes of their appearance, Kier could barely make out and see that Ammar was struggling to maintain that acceleration, while Doran was smiling.
After a few more exchanges, Ammar stops, panting as he stabs his sword to the ground, "I give... Haa..." He wipes away the sweat on his forehead, with Doran extending his hand towards him.
"Here, let's sit down properly so we can have a chat." He smiles. Ammar rolls his eyes before he takes Doran's hand.
"Geez, this prodigious bastard... I never saw you get tired except that one night with Alicia-" Doran instantly punches Ammar's gut.
"Haha, let's not say that in front of my child, you bastard."
"Fff... Fucker."
"Alright chief, you ready?" A man holds his wooden sword, with Doran also holding his.
"Yeah. Come at me."
"Haa!" The man charges at him with a thrust, with Doran stepping to the side. Before the thrust could even continue extending however, he switches its direction to create a swipe, to which Doran jumps back from.
The man doesn't stop relenting, continuing to unleash a flurry of slashes whilst Doran continues evading from.
"You'll have to be better than that, seeing as you're our town's guard, Ammar~" Doran jokes as he ducks from one of Ammar's slashes.
"Gosh damnit Doran, you're so tall and thin, yet you move like a fucking insect!" Ammar rants as he steps on the ground repeatedly, with Doran laughing.
"Hehe, seems like you couldn't get your eyes off of them couldn't you?" Alicia wipes away the saliva running down Kier's cheek as he watches the two men banter, "That's how your father fights. The way to win battles is not just by overpowering them with pure power... But by technique too. Let's watch, okay?" She gives a gentle smile before kissing his forehead.
After a while, Doran and Ammar get serious, the two of them possessing a stance that showed that they were ready to clash their weapons.
One second. Two seconds. Then three-
All of a sudden, the two disappear and reappear in split moments, the sound filling Kier's and Alicia's ears weren't that of their grunting or yelling, but rather, the sounds of wood clashing one another and only that sound. Yet even with their impressive speed, the speed at which their sword clashes continues to accelerate.
<F-Fast... And they're even getting faster and faster?> Kier could only be astonished as his untrained eyes tries to catch up with their speed. Throughout the flashes of their appearance, Kier could barely make out and see that Ammar was struggling to maintain that acceleration, while Doran was smiling.
After a few more exchanges, Ammar stops, panting as he stabs his sword to the ground, "I give... Haa..." He wipes away the sweat on his forehead, with Doran extending his hand towards him.
"Here, let's sit down properly so we can have a chat." He smiles. Ammar rolls his eyes before he takes Doran's hand.
"Geez, this prodigious bastard... I never saw you get tired except that one night with Alicia-" Doran instantly punches Ammar's gut.
"Haha, let's not say that in front of my child, you bastard."
"Fff... Fucker."
Before you say some stuff about "Why are you asking this?", please know that there's one thing coming to my mind before I got to posting this... "This is a shit question isn't it?" And to that I say, "Better to try than to not at all."