From Our Mistakes
Here's an excerpt from the story I'm working on, hopefully it'll be on of my best and longest.
What do you think? All criticism appreciated.
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From Our Mistakes
Noise is a constant. Every culture, every species, every planet makes noise with just breath on their lips. But if we’ve learned anything from our past it’s how to orchestrate brutality into beauty.
Captain Narson turned to the pilot Arkens and snapped. Arkens hit the tape and the sharp cords of their alien culture flooded the bridge of their ship. Narson hummed along with the classic music as and his crew fired their weapons.
Travosin’s Symphony Number 5, was a myriad of instruments, closely related to our stings, and our base. As the violin like instrument struck a long melancholy chord, the first volley of weapons fire swung in a wide arch burning the outcropping fields. The deep booming cello swaggered on the speakers as the torpedoes cut loose bursting with spirit. Captain Narson smiled; his favorite part was when the trumpet like instruments loudly interrupted the chords screaming prophetically of victory. This was when he signaled for the second flare of bright lasers to decorate the city with their glory. The symbols agreed with the trumpets, making the violins break into a frenzy followed by rapid rabid fire.
Below them, past the Captain’s long thin ears, people were screaming along, dancing frantically to avoid the flames and falling debris.
As the viola like instrument sighed her sweet goodbye the last building fell in the former state of Iowa.
Similar ships echoed the song along across the continent.
.... so... does it have any potenital?