A "caffeine head" goes berserk in a diner. After stealing all the coffee beans he can stuff in his mouth, he escapes the owner's clutches, then the police. When he returns to his apartment, he dies by shooting coffee into veins.
The author is young and quite talented. His work is clear and precise. Communication is excellent. There is forward movement, and activity. This writing is an excellent example of how powerful showing is, versus telling. Good style, Josh.
This story was given a hard time in the guestbook. The author admitted he didn't know how to end it, so he just wrote whatever came to mind, and then sent it off to us. His honesty is admirable. Now let's get to something positive.
Josh, find something you really care about, down deep, in that secret part of yourself. Then write about it, care about it, and send it in. I, for one, would look forward to reading it. This story is the product of genuine talent. Let's flex that talent's muscle.
Reviewed by © Zalman Velvel
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