Ug·ly (ug'le)
adj., -li·er, -li·est.
Displeasing to the eye; unsightly.

Cas·a·no·va (kas'?-no'v?, kaz'-)
n.
A man who is amorously and gallantly attentive to women.
A promiscuous man; a philanderer.


The alarm clock was bleating and the more Reilly ignored it, the louder is it seemed to get. He thought about sleeping in, but decided against it and turned the alarm clock off as he sat up in his king size bed. His female companion from the night before have long since left and he was pleased by it. One night stands were just that, one night stands. Once the sun was up it was over. There was no need to drag it on any farther.

Pulling the large beige comforter off himself, he swung his legs over the side of his bed and placed his feet on the cold, recently polished wooden panel floor. Resting his elbows on his knees, he clutched his head. The combination of liquor and sex he had last night was giving him a splitting headache this morning. ’’Never again.’’ he said to himself with a smile on one side of his mouth. He knew it was a lie. Reilly always told himself that every morning after a night out on the town.

Groaning due to various body aches as he stood, Reilly stumbled past his bed and wardrobe to the bathroom. He used the restroom, showered and emerged back into his room twenty minutes later. He walked to his wall mirror and stared at his reflect. Reilly was handsome and he knew it better than anyone. His jet black hair matched his olive skin tone perfectly. His muscle tone was subtle, but visible and there were no skin flaws. He was, Reilly believed, the ideal man. He was what fat house wives imagined when their pudgy paper pushing husbands made love to them.

Reilly looked away from his reflection to his alarm clock. He was daydreaming of his past one night stands and how women adored him got the better of him. He was late. Trotting to the wardrobe, he grabbed his more causal clothing and threw them on. He hurried to the bathroom, combed his hair and brushed his teeth. Before putting his shoes on, he stopped by the mirror again. After a minute inspection, he walked over to his brown converse shoes and slipped them on.

Rushing down the stairs of his Atlanta apartment, he grabbed his bag and walked to the door. A letter was sitting on the oak table that caught his brown eyes. Even though he was in a hurry, Reilly walked over to the table and picked the letter up. After examining it, the name ‘Camie’ was on the front. It was the name of the girl brought back from a bar last night. Opening the letter, Reilly read it and rolled his eyes. The girl was expecting a relationship with him and left her phone number for him to call her back. Crumbling the letter into a ball, he threw it back on the table and left the apartment.

After a thirty minute drive and a ride in the elevator, he was sitting in his sound proof office. Reilly fiddled with the sound board before him for a few seconds to get a feel for it before starting his broadcast. He put on his big black headphones on right before the ON AIR sign began to flash red. He began to speak and humor his audience like any good Disc Jockey would. After two minutes of idle chatting, he switch over to a song. The ON AIR sign stopped flashing and went back into slumber.

Reilly never had much to do when he wasn’t on air. He usually enjoyed joking around with his interns, but not today. Today was Saturday and his intern of the day was an ice queen. She hadn’t warmed up to him in the slightest since she started working there three months ago. He had a way with dealing with her. Smile, say how pretty she was, and try to make polite conversation.

( To be contuined. Comment plz )

Perhaps this will sounds a little harsh, but that isn't my intention. It's brief also, because I don't feel like giving a more in-depth analysis right now.

Problem-wise there are some grammatical errors, and some of the descriptions don't feel quite natural. You used a lot of short sentences, but that's not necessarily bad and can be effective also.

I actually quite like it, perhaps not so much in terms of style, but instead the concept thus far, and I'm interested to see where it is going.

Errors here and there isn't that much of a problem to me. If i can read it and get the point you're trying to get across, it works. Well, another wonderful little story you're starting. I cant wait for the next part of it. Take your time on writing it but don't take too long T.T

I really take interest in these types of writing. The short sentences keep everything fast and short, if its too long people might lose interest. So i think you're doing awesome so far

The short sentences keep everything fast and short, if its too long people might lose interest. So i think you're doing awesome so fa

I agree with that.