The instant curl of his fingers clutched at the words, stuck, and the sudden offering felt as if it had been symbolic to that of the holy eucarist. Had he been happy? Had he been content floating through saline shores with the distant crash of waves lapping at his feet? The sound of concrete crunching beneath his feet sounded like dozens of tiny
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Regardless, it was lovely in writing nad style as per usual, and I quite enjoyed it. =O
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Ah, wow, so I entirely misread the piece, huh. Thanks for clearing it up for me. ^^
It does feel a bit muddled, but I'm sure it'll be great once you've cleaned it up.
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I'm almost afraid to touch it but at least I'm stepping up to the next and attempting to write something I've been thinking about for six months. I'm hoping it'll be as good as my previous writing but it feels like I pump out one good memorable work after a long absence.
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Unlike you I am not so good with words. So I'll keep it simple, but I meant it.
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Thank you, I think you manage to make a collective group of words sound beautiful just like your art.
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And allow me to add I'm 1000 times jealous of your art.
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