u/Proper-Doughnut-874

New writer here. This is a sample from a story that I'm writing, and I wonder if there's any critiques that anybody could give. This isn't an official version by me and is just a sketch of what this paragraph might be, so some words might be repeated.

"Isn't this amazing? Aren't you glad you can see?" My friend shouted for me, his dark and soulless mind pierced my body. A cold black hand lightly grasped onto my arm, pleading for me to agree that what he had done was right. I felt the icey darkness consume my mind slowly. "I cannot see, as there is nothing." I replied coldly, but it is true. Although I could see the universe pictured in my head the past and the future planned out. I cannot see anything, why have all the answers if I could not use them? His stupidity was what ended our lives. He never should've asked for forgiveness. And now we are stuck, I'm in his mind, and he is trapped in his own body. Forced to watch his family slowly forget his own face. But it was what he wanted, he begged for this to happen. And now he regrets his actions? Pathetic. But I shouldn't fight, as it wouldn't change our fate. I know now that we will be stuck forever. If I could, I would beg to forget it all. So I can ask questions again, and have a reason to live. Yet I cannot live, only watch as the time passes slowly. One second after the next. I have figured out a while ago that nothing matters anymore. This was such a waste of time.

New writer here. This is a sample from a story that I'm writing, and I wonder if there's any critiques that anybody could give. This isn't an official version by me and is just a sketch of what this paragraph might be, so some words might be repeated.

"Isn't this amazing? Aren't you glad you can see?" My friend shouted for me, his dark and soulless mind pierced my body. A cold black hand lightly grasped onto my arm, pleading for me to agree that what he had done was right. I felt the icey darkness consume my mind slowly. "I cannot see, as there is nothing." I replied coldly, but it is true. Although I could see the universe pictured in my head the past and the future planned out. I cannot see anything, why have all the answers if I could not use them? His stupidity was what ended our lives. He never should've asked for forgiveness. And now we are stuck, I'm in his mind, and he is trapped in his own body. Forced to watch his family slowly forget his own face. But it was what he wanted, he begged for this to happen. And now he regrets his actions? Pathetic. But I shouldn't fight, as it wouldn't change our fate. I know now that we will be stuck forever. If I could, I would beg to forget it all. So I can ask questions again, and have a reason to live. Yet I cannot live, only watch as the time passes slowly. One second after the next. I have figured out a while ago that nothing matters anymore. This was such a waste of time.

I've always wanted to write books and I love making up story's, researching the techniques of writing. But I've never actually enjoyed reading, yes, I've liked some of the books I was forced to read in school. But not the actual reading part, just the story of it. I know a ton of techniques so I don't think I'd be terrible at writing a book, but all other threads I've seen about this always get the same answer. "If you don't read you won't understand how to set up a story and use correct grammer." But I LIKE understanding correct writing techniques. Is it a bad idea to write a book without reading books? (Yes this post isn't correct grammer I'm just lazy.)