The tyranny of the blank page. That's how she thought of it. It was cold and heartless and existed only to mock. It offered no advice, no succor, no hope of anything. It was end unto itself and simultaneous mother to untold offspring. It was nothing and everything
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Wanting to serve, but knowing not were to start.
Adding a vital h in a certain place might help move things along...
~giggles and runs away~
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:P
So noted. *headdesk*
*chases*
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*chuckles and and offers cyberhand*
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You really made me think with this. But then, that's not really unusual when it comes to you. You always make me think. Or perv. Perhaps more of the latter, but that's besides the point. (Why am I talking to you in comments, anyway? We are both still on AIM, afterall.)
There's some really gorgeous imagery in this. I really like this line: "It was only on paper than she found color." Paper is white, covered in black ink. There is no color to that. But there's something about that paradox, being able to create color from non-color, that is very striking.
Her house of cards always fell, vowels and consonants and phrases crashing in ruin as she crushed the paper in her fist.
But that one is my favorite line. So melodramatic but realistically so; things can seem devastated with a single story's destruction.
Okay. am shushing now. *runs away*
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Thank you for the kind words. Just babbling, after all.
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I like your babbling. Truthfully. And why am I still talking to you in comments? Is it my DV-quotational away message? Does it scare you with its foreshadowing? *cackles* Okay. Now I'm really done. except that omg you need to read the chapter. (I'm told that attacking from multiple angles yields a higher success rate).
Hmm... umm... *skips away?*
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