Is this a good introduction/first chapter?
I am writing a story just for fun and just wanted to know what people thought of it so far 
If you want the full stroy line, you can read it here, but it isn’t nessicary:
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Anyways, please tell me what you think and please be honest! Thanks all
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Solid minds pick up weak spirits like disheveled puppets; dust them off, and subconsciously tell the body, “Everything is going to be alright.” However, what happens when the puppet strings are still crossed and tangled? When limbs are bottled to torso like unborn babies waiting for the first breath of air, but are still weary of what lies on the other side of a new world? Recovery break’s a persons heart if thrust out again into the dark world too quickly. It is the mind’s job to be the crutch of the sufferer until all is well again. And if the mind fails, it leaves the person wobbling on a tight rope with no net: a line far too high, far too thin, and far too dangerous. One slip and everything could go wrong.
You never know what goes on behind closed doors, and Benny Spit’s are far better off bolted and smelted shut. In the privacy of his own home, the worn out man loosens his tie, as well as his hidden emotions. “Aye, terribly sorry, Pumpkin; I didn’t mean to leave you this morning.” said a husky, droned out voice. “Got a new job as a mailman, and have a nice plan you. Just wait and you’ll see.” Benny patted the skeleton figure and flashed a little smile. “Sweets, you’re too good to me. You never complain and you always brighten my day. I love you.” The body showed its same brown, toothy grin as it always did, but Benny saw more in it.
Chuckling, Benny pulled his shoes off, not bothering to untie them. He hadn’t tied, or untied that is, his shoes in almost 6 years. He didn’t know why he had just laughed to himself then, it just seemed appropriate. A fool proof plan had been churning in his brain like a storm, and working as a mail man finally put it into motion. Placing his shoes at the foot of the bed where they had laid before, he stretched his aching muscles and said to his wife, “My, my, these joints sure aren’t what they were. I’m much too old for this kind of work. My eyes are a little foggy, but I can see the roads alright, it’s just lifting the packages that wear me out!” He coughed a little and continued, “Your bones must ache and rattle like a wind chime! No matter, it’s all the same to me, my love; music to my ears! I’d dance for you no matter how much my knees wobble or my back pops.” And with that the man picked up the bag of bones and began ballroom dancing around the dusty bedroom, humming and singing a song he didn’t know.