- Writing Levels
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
He had forgotten about his arm... He took his crumbled and decayed talisman out from his pocket and knelt. He touched his arm. Numb as expected. He wouldn't feel too much if he-
Crack.
Snap.
"No... That's..." Not quite right yet... "Huh..."
Pop.
I thought the same thing after the "Snap" and "Crack" onomatopoeia.