Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24841494-20140407130508

Note; This is only a small one paragraph excerpt from my story, to see if people find this interesting. Criticism would be nice too, but exactly what I am looking for.

“The hollow wandered, but not aimlessly. He searched for something, something that everyone had; but was so, so rare. His desire would never be sated, however. His desire for souls was too great, and his desire to be human was even greater. His bony, decrypt, body creaked and shuffled, barely able to support his miniscule weight. When his legs gave out to the stress, who would crawl, dragging the useless things behind him. When his arms finally sucumbed, he would lie there, food for for the ever so fat crows. And when he died, that would be no obstacle either. Death was nothing to the undead. He would be reborn a thousand times in the ashes of the fire, whose keeper fled millennia ago. For this was the nature of the curse, a journey without end.” 