You have no idea just how abysmally bad writing can get.
I am a scientist at heart. When I read something like, "How can you write non-romantic shipping fiction?" I think, "Hmm, how indeed? Maybe it's time for an experiment."
And when I read something like what you said here,
Rollo, I think the same thing!
Lallis Dark and Stormey NightThe light had faded and it was somewhat looking like rain when Lalli looked around and noticed the fading light's. "Mikkel, I was wondering if you have any," he said winsomely as though he wanted something from the burley Dane, "candle's."
Mikkel, tired from the gloomy and hurricanelike evening before the one in which they were talking now in the cat tracked tank, eye'd the lithesome Finn shrewdly and with a careful eye. "Yes," came his reply, which he uttered causally, with a certain nonchalance that it had sometimes been commented upon by some was his greetest personal quality as a person.
"Yes," he replied, continuing on with, "I do." The Dane did know the purpose many of the candles which Lalli and he were speaking of about for. "I would like too borrow one," said Lalli sharpley. Mikkel recoiled as if struck by a snake. "Borrow," said Mikkel with suspicious uncertain disbelief, his eye's narrowing into slits as they narrowed, his breathe coming in rasps like sandpaper on a metal foxe's fur. "Or... use?"
