Pastiche

Pastiche of McCarthy's The Road

He woke in the night and lay listening. The breeze blowing through cracks in the ruins. Ash was settling on his face. He rolled over and started to cough up blood and wheezing in pain he slumped back down on the rock surface. Why am I doing this. Should I take the same path as her? He climbed out from the shelter and sat on the rock and rested his feet on the branches below and leaned on the ruins behind him. the cold pierced his skin like needles of ice transmogrifying him. Why did she leave? The boy awoke.

Parody of McCarthy's Style

He shut his eyes from the light. The distant screech pierced his ears. A distinctive noise was coming from under the pillow. His eyes widened and he reached underneath his pillow. His fingers clasped the small rubber object, most precious to him. He slid his finger across the bottom and the sound stopped. The screech continued. School need to get up. Just 5 more minutes.

The man burst into the room to find him still sleeping. He jumped out and glanced at his watch. Its out of battery again. He rushed and prepared himself. The bleakness of the room was replaced with sunlight.