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I can use all of the help that I can get. I just wrote a critical scene in the story that I'm working on. I'll update it over time if you'd like me to. I'd love to hear your thoughts awesome sharders.
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#24 Know
Tell me oh singers from where your song comes. Heaven and earth reverberate with most haunting music. The oceans rush forth as though to embrace those that they love. Cities are swiftly carried away into a realm of sounds so pure mortal lips could never have formed them. Each note clings to flesh and stone transforming all into a single form bound by chains beyond description. Had a single soul the power to see these bonds then they would behold a portal into the infinite. There are melodies bringing to the stars tears and sighing to the uppermost expanses. Beings of flesh gather in wonder and fall into the embrace of something so subtle only the depths of their hearts knew that they were trapped not by the will of a malicious deity. What this mysterious melody was is impossible for any to grasp. Immortality paints all with understanding. Souls chant and close their eyes. None wish to open their eyes and behold the end that approaches upon the winds. Swirling beauty holds them tight, comforts them before they awake, tear stained and longing for the faint chords that fade away.
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#23 Need some honest feedback. I'm considering reading this aloud in public and I need to know if its any good.
Of Bewitching
Night so enchanted by gods and mortals alike filled with raucous laughter into the very soul of the untainted night. Midnight casts its mighty spell in vain against this faint shadow of Bacchanalia. Though the thyrsus wielder is nowhere to be seen the line splitting night and day is utterly shattered. A moon pure as quicksilver stands affronted by the smoke that rises and ascends to confront this hour chosen by foolish consent. Cool breezes float in a war like formation and seem to attack the inferno that disturbs the night yet the lions of flame are not cowed. I watched in shadow beneath the very pine where others in times long gone have gazed in bewilderment. The lord of winds spins in a dance more trance than conscious movement. Spiced spilled wine burns its way into the earth’s heart and makes Terra drunk and tremble. Jove almighty from his perch descended into a slumber not of this world. Revelry that weaves a song most mysterious wages a winning war against all the world. My eyes behold the shadows play in the depths of my mind as I too succumb to the strangest power of this strangest moment in time.
