well, i do chop up lines for dramatic Affect when I want to, and stretch them when I want to as well. don't let other writers' opinions change the way you write. writing is self-expression, do what you feel creates the best story.
long paragraph versus choppy-
My head spins again, turning bodies topsy turvy. Smearing faces into the paint. Baptized with blood in the white space. I’m not even sure when I woke up or how long I’ve spent lying here, staring at the walls or the ceiling. My senses are all scrambled. Am I facing the left or the right? Am I hearing or feeling the voices crashing around me, a barrage of nervous wrecks? I swim in the excruciating sensation, almost blacking out. I feel as though I'm hanging from the rafters by my hair, and the pressure in my neck only increases with every crash of my heartbeat. My mouth defies me as I try to call for a nurse - my jaw is locked tight as if it’s been screwed shut and it's stubbornly set on staying that way for the moment. The whole thing fills. With bitter bile. I can’t swallow. And I try desperately not to drown before somebody finds me.
The shadow shrieks-
I slip my teeshirt off and add it to the pile on the floor - pull on the dress, and tie the sash-
Don’t think about that now-
My face burns as I rush to the bathroom and pull my hair into a messy sort of bun - try to fix my makeup through the trembling.
This is going to be okay. We’re gonna-
I lean on the sink so I don’t collapse.
Breathe, Licia. Just breathe.
What if someone from The Foundation is there- they’re gonna-
Breathe
In front of all those people - god - not - I’m not ready-
My heart moves too slowly and too quickly at the same time - I can’t get enough air into my lungs-
I’m not going out - I’m not gonna go out - I’ll have to text Kat-Mrs. Moon-