/lit/ - Literature

Hello, everyone, Mask here. Sorry it's been so long since my last thread. I've been very busy. I'd say I'm about half way to mastering sonnets. They're proving slightly more difficult than I thought. So, to keep you happy, here is my latest story. Read and rate, please.

Echoes from Across the Void

pt 1
I remember vaguely hearing your voice once before. It was strained then - lilting with uncertainty. You are stronger now, and I am, too. You can speak a little louder now with your slender shoulders up and your diaphragm pushing out the windy words you say to me. I remember you being a faint shadow in the distance, but now you are closer. There is a shape now, and it is wonderful.
There is something else different now as well. I am different. I have wiped away this notion that you were static - I am not sure what fed this peculiar idea to me. It should have only made sense that you would grow as I did, apart from each other.
You will continue to grow, unbeknown to me, and I will continue to grow while I am still outside your range. When our roots finally deign to let us reach out to each other, though, we will know everything about the other - I will know every color of your petals as you will know every curve of my leaves. We will whisper to one another of our roots while we bask in the sunlight together. It will be then that we are no longer JUST individual flowers - we shall be a garden unto ourselves: beautiful together and standing alone.
Until we bloom, however, I must keep hold of the fact that I am imperfect and my reach only extends so far. I must be cautious not to reach over this limit; rather, I should gently test it from time to time and make the most of what I am allowed. If I can peacefully extend my borders, then I will.

Hey guys, looking for some constructive criticism on my story. I posted some stuff a while back, not sure if anyone remembers it, but you guys seemed to like it. Post your own stories, if you like, and we can all rate them as well.


The introspectre has visited me yet again. We sat down and had a little chat about the way things are progressing. So far, so good. The advancements are moving on at an acceptable rate, and some unforeseen accomplishments have even been achieved.
But as we go on, we're losing things to compensate for the new gains. This is the only logical method, of course, but it is still a gloomy topic. Some of the things lost were things I didn't expect to vanish so suddenly. Always gaining and always losing...balancing...distributing equally...equality...fairness...justice...
I feel as if there is an entity that resides within my perception of life that does not belong. It seems to me that it corrupts all I see and all I do. It is a black spot upon my earthly lens. Frightening...
New struggles call for new methods. New methods call for modification. So what can be modified?

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I inhaled deeply, letting the air fill all the compartments of my lungs and holding it before I released. The exhale was long and slow, and my lips twitched faintly as the ant-sized gale escaped my mouth. I opened my eyes and watched as the birds soared about quietly. The scent of the ocean was continuously clawing its way up the spire as it always does.

I calmly stood up and walked to the edge of the spire. I continued stepping until I made the last step a brief skip. I fell for a few seconds before I briefly spun and extended my wings. The air hit the resistance in the wings hard enough that it seemed like I was slamming on some kind of aerial brakes. I flapped my wings a few times to buffer my landing and hit the ground with a soft click.

I walked to the edge of the cliff I had visited before and put my hand on the trunk of the nearby tree for balance - Wait a moment. That tree wasn't there before.

I quirked a curious brow and looked it over. It was no more than a sapling, perhaps six or seven feet tall at this point. I traced a finger along one of its few branches, pondering its existence. It was in that moment when two red robins flew down from the sky and fluttered about me cheerfully. I smirked slightly as I recognized one as the bird I had accidentally hurt before and nursed back to health. I asked it, "So, have you found a companion?" A happy twitter followed.

The wind whistled to me softly, "Consider this..."

And so I thought...Wounds can be healed with enough comfort and care, and growth is always a possibility - but it must be done with care and the right amount of time. To say that I have a tree right now is to over-exaggerate and may cause me to neglect the progression of things, but to say that a tree is growing is perfectly fine.