Brigets flame week 2

Nov 13, 2009 23:39



I walk along the beach, making sure not to trip on any rusted spokes or cogs. The sand is a mix of fine volcanic black grit, and a rainbow of glass pebbles washed cloudy by the sea. I don't let my feet touch the water. You never know what will be added to you if you touch it, or what might be taken away.

This is my usual walk in the morning, trying ( Read more... )

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chickybluesky87 November 15 2009, 02:12:15 UTC
I'm glad you enjoyed it :) yes, I will be writing more on this story.

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little_grey_owl November 15 2009, 22:40:16 UTC
Wow, this really fascinating! I loved reading it!

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Edit ct_hol November 16 2009, 09:12:54 UTC
Hi

Editor for the week.

Strong interesting piece, very dark and plotting character.

Loved the lines: "Some of the machines grew sentient, and are even now hiding in the shadows, plotting." wonderful way of making the machines animate.

I hope you do continue this.

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Editing cedarwolfsinger November 21 2009, 18:06:51 UTC
Hello, I am one of your editors for this week. Please note - I go paragraph by paragraph because that makes sense to me. Also - all my “changes” are merely suggestions. Take from them whatever makes sense to you and disregard whatever does not suit you ( ... )

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cherith January 22 2010, 17:24:39 UTC
What an interesting piece. You've got a great start to something here.

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