So Billy couldn't help but consider Failure. Failure, the taunting being that is always present in every action we take. He resides wherever we do, just waiting. Failure has no place to go, no place to stay. He follows us, begging for some company. He waits for a moment of weakness, even the slightest slip up, and takes advantage of the little window of opportunity he is provided. He succeeds when we cannot. Billy feared Failure more than any other being. Billy always thought that Failure would never find him, but there He was, standing by him as clear as day. Alone, Billy fought. Nobody could help him with this. No amount of expertise or experience could help him; this was his fight. Billy had to stay focused, no mistakes. He could do this! But the problem was, Billy had never stood so close to Him. He heard the stories; all the times He had won, but never considered sharing this fate. People gathered to watch as Billy struggled through, not sure what to think, but enjoying the show nonetheless. What gave them the right to do this? It didn't matter; they were there, waiting on the behalf of Failure, ready to join Him in his torture.
In order to replicate Hurston's style, I personified my word, Failure, throughout the pastiche. I capitalized words like He in order to show that Failure was personified.
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