I hope you don't mind that I look in. This was an incredibly atmospheric piece. "But the brilliance of his memory is cooling now to absent-minded ashes, slipping through the maimed harpist’s fingers of his mind like sand beneath the tide..." Would you mind if I friended you (and would you friend me back)?
Of course I don't mind you looking in at all; I'm very glad you did! And I will be delighted to friend you, your writing is beautiful. ^^
Anyway, I'm glad you liked the piece! I was borrowing a friend's style for this, so it's a bit different from most of my other stories; it was especially interesting to get her to beta it, since of course that wasn't an option with the other pastiches in this collection. Thanks for reading and commenting!
From this story stands one image, at the end of reading: say his ghosts, the murdered Elves who drift like smoke and rumours through the childish disorder of his inchoate mind.
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This was an incredibly atmospheric piece.
"But the brilliance of his memory is cooling now to absent-minded ashes, slipping through the maimed harpist’s fingers of his mind like sand beneath the tide..."
Would you mind if I friended you (and would you friend me back)?
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Anyway, I'm glad you liked the piece! I was borrowing a friend's style for this, so it's a bit different from most of my other stories; it was especially interesting to get her to beta it, since of course that wasn't an option with the other pastiches in this collection. Thanks for reading and commenting!
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say his ghosts, the murdered Elves who drift like smoke and rumours through the childish disorder of his inchoate mind.
It's a story rich in imagery and atmosphere.
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