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[The sheperdwoman No.2414311]

You, the lover dead, you hear sound the tocsin from your refuge underwater, under the blades of sea salt, wave your soul is stranded in the abyss. You loved, you were the king of a kingdom engulfed by the tears of a mermaid, who sings her sentence on the banks of the Seine, the parisian child lost in the abyss of loneliness black. Its cry sounds, broken on the reefs, polluted clouds of black soot, rust orangeade sunny depraved, severe tingling tin bubbling, golden trumpets, sea horses, morning white as the pearl silver, rainbow pearl decadent , watercolor firmament that blooms like a rose button, aurora borealis of the old continent, a flock of clouds riding merrily across the expanse of submerged infinitely dull swans swimming on the ocean cyan drawing.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414313]

Morning farewell raft tears deluge of gravity, seagulls chanting in chorus my sorrow, my heart the wind out of steam, dry heat rays from my eyes, sponges bitter, the stars and get stuck in the ground. The rain clouds, silver fish, fall upon my being, and the banks of mirages darkened gray scales to flake in the citadels of boredom and loneliness placid, plunging his eyes into the puddles, these acidic lakes and muddy. In the moat to the still waters of crumbling forts bathing corpses desperate, his back turned to the sky, the only vestige of flesh, faded memories of the valiant struggle.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414315]

So I ran away in the mist of the marshes where I wandered disoriented in a maze of beer gaseous emanation from wells tormented time. Bog sand devouring my body undigested, my flesh intoxicated by the breeze glacée.Dans the halos, my soul in dark purple plume of smoke flies in the minds of abysmal shadows downstream of a solar eclipse, sailing chart of the damned, of countless years I wandered into the void space of a black hole. Black lights attracted waves of antimatter dead as the essence of a corpse attracts sowbugs. In the cool forests of plane trees and birches, oaks and shrubs, I re-arose in humus foul of the night on a bed of dead leaves and dirt from the hooves of deer, smelling moisture roots in the shade of large leaves, side by side with wild mushrooms, worms and silhouettes wise that I discovered in the undergrowth, teeming with life hurrying to live, to fraternize with the hostility of the night

[The sheperdwoman No.2414317]

I ventured outside of my lair, some not extending my vision a distant horizon suspended as the trace of a footprint, a seed of grass pointing to the open air, and transcended by the sun. There is then no human nature in me, a vast wasteland tilled by the elements, where plants and animals lived peacefully, stones and elements. I am a creature whose basic needs are revealed to her for the first time, a being born from the union of both spiritual and physical universe cosmic energy that is growing and new leaps lovingly to life . I feel in my chest a constant movement of power over the happiness of the forest, I will protect the fire, and I honorerais like my mother, she feeds me, and one day I will feed it of my flesh.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414318]

My fellow fortune are pure and gentle souls who subsist only for their offspring and never abuse nature, since it makes them pay tribute energy of his goodness.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414319]

I encountered rain, the dew in a meadow, and kissed my mouth full of worship, such an offering to the creation, and my feet hardening in the muddy ground, I danced raised by the intoxication of love. I ventured one day beyond the forest to a clearing where I cleared emervaillais the flat silver light flooding the grass, and broke into the darkness unaware of my soul through the hole dug in the sky that formed a white sphere encircled by an aura Brumaire. Next up the earth's radius, I perceived towering rocks, smooth gray granite that looked like frozen streams in their movement mineral saline stars glittering like an opal.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414321]

They were forming a large circle, containing most of the clearing, and their center, a single polished stone resembling an egg improbable proportions. I had never met before such a geometry, mineral stones in rivers or in the old gravel trail. By their eminence on the size of their composition, I consided, foreseeing the lunar waves reflect on their areas and send me a magnet that reflects familiarly possibly frightened me. Nature seemed ephemeral,

[The sheperdwoman No.2414322]

and yet they were one hundred thousand years, and seemed to be the earth conceive it as a pure solitary refuge, though they belonged to a herd, a family, a singular order that had spread well, face to face, s 'peering through the spokes penetrating the icy night, and talking in a language that I perceived as the heart, which is interpreted in the warmth of their radiation in my breast.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414325]

Their tall stature stretched to the starry heavens, as if in search of an uncertain flight, and their heart of stone seemed to beat in the center of the earth, into a deep and slow imperceptible movement to my being weak. They were talking as timeless spirits, in a secret that my conscience bothered to attend the tribulations of these dumb creatures. I felt myself shamefully noisy, living in too rich accents of my life young and slender.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414327]

I longed to join my patience to recognize their presence, ie essentially mineral, which silenced me and hardened my forehead a mass of endless questions and adjacent, intertwined in the blue vault, and that seemed to deliver abandonment of a graceful charity that their complexion impenetrable rock. I then lost in an abyss of reflection, where my own nature was detached from my body to come and face the rough facade and sink into the relentless virtuosity of the stone. I saw their minds, they probably discoursed on my own life, worried or curious.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414329]

They had no trouble piercing my bare flesh of animals, considering my muscles taut, my veins like veins of marble moving, full of blood melted crystals of iron and sediment oxygen frozen in liquid carrying to urge their lungs pumping symphony dilettante as a repeated cry of trouble to preserve the will to live. They saw in my eyes, my heart they had discovered by probing the moist air, and the horror of my weakness caused them pity for my condition.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414332]

I guessed this information introspectively contemplating my soul thrown into the deepest part of my reason, springing from one rock to another in a frenzied dance where I lost several times the steady state of my feet, caught as distortion of our two natures binding through a mirror magnetizing our affections. I drew constantly burning ignorance which absolve me from my skull qu'appas be weary, and I filled the night of furious exclamations, questions, symptoms of my huge weakness, my strength flagging.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414334]

They would say without a sigh, their radiant beings floating above the ground fog like fireflies flitting freely, dancing in the air dusty and old friends too. Their joy was a hardness drainage, aquatic sediment traps illustrious administered to me the joy in their elixir of glory. They surrounded me with protective aura of happiness and unbearable, because in my mystical ecstasy, my senses were confounded in their lives, and projected through an illuminated vision, I became a rock and I fell suddenly transcended in immobility livid , petrified with incense virginal.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414337]

Of this life faded, I restrained myself in that forgetting sleep, the creaking of my spiritual detachment from the flesh, made to perfection matters. I was in that egg stone, frozen in the stellar sap, this benchmark beyond a torment and without concept. Death was to me as an absent mother, I remained proscribed in this nest cave whose nothingness soon reap its unique fruit. That was me. I would cross the rock, the kingdom of the damned. So as a heartbeat later, I found myself picking the myhrre and thyme, a tiny space that moment I thought an infinite time before I found myself haunted by the absence of a body, enclosed in a foreign flesh.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414338]

. As I struggled to regain consciousness, still locked in a postnatal placid stupor, I heard an awful tear, filling my soul with pain that contorted in a scream broke the torpor fateful morphale where I was. I found wearing my eyes on myself, to explore a possible trace of my death, my body bore the marks of a great age, similar to a hard and dry trunk whose sap survived beats quick but spaced balanced as a step above the vacuum.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414339]

I then realized that the intense pain and heavy that grabbed me was none other than the weight of even a fight for life almost gone, and my continued efforts were needed for the growing of my small but vigorous energy. My feet and my arms were as thin and dry branches, and my chest seemed to have shrunk around my vertebrae bowed. I noticed my skin on the trail of a washout pigmentation of my old gold and bronze, to a white morning dew, almost to the dawn of childhood. The grease used sparingly guarded had abandoned my limbs, and my muscles are shrunken and hardened, like coarse flattened nuts.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414344]

My eyes are cellared with my furrowed brow and the bridge of my nose long and oversized nostrils, like sucking air at high loads. My lips were stretched in a smile closed, thin patches of flesh-pink to purplish skin chapped,

[The sheperdwoman No.2414345]

my cheekbones were protruding past health Desormes of apples round bone, piercing through the thin skin dry and rough, and my pronounced lower jaw seemed to have been moved from its cavity, and leaning slightly forward.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414348]

Missing two molars in my teeth decayed and whose gums were almost deserted to the root, and my tongue to my palate rapper gave the impression of an arid carpet of grass burned. My hair was shoulder-long, filamentous and curly, gray and a 'spread over my chest bone in large silver streaks. Taken with horror at the sight of my decrepitude so advanced, I wondered aloud what kind of magic I had pulled out of my youth, and if I had not traveled outside of time and death, before regaining consciousness in the body.

[Anonymous No.2414349]

Drowning in fucking estrogen here

[The sheperdwoman No.2414350]

Then I lifted my eyes to the landscape around me. I was then at the upstream of a fairly large and broad hill, overlooking a vast clearing. I thought I recognized at some distance from the forest where I was born, but only by some young foliage that reminded me of the trees often met during my journey insiders. I heard the distant sound of a river, and its murmur seemed to indicate that my position was not very different from where I had left in my sleep.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414353]

The hill where I stood was strewn with a large hedge of tall grass and the wind in my back to the plains to fallow on the horizon. While I was digging in my eyes the dark while probing my soul searching for answers regarding my condition, I felt a heavy presence in my heart, where the growing fear and irrational burned my brain, before tackling the rhythm accelerated my heart to deprive me of all energy, although the instinct seized me by the throat dictated to me in strong lines to escape quickly.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414355]

Some perceive my spirit and my fear uncertainty, steeped in the blackness of the night, I knew lost and I tried to reason my madness raging furiously this desperate condition. Me falling on his knees, imploring the death of myself sweet, I grabbed handfuls of fresh earth. I thrust my face in the grass and sniffed, panicked peppery scent of wild mint when my last burst of courage prompted me to raise their heads toward heaven, to observe the stars one last time and the timeless glamor.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414357]

I then lost consciousness, my violent neurosis disguising themselves as white silhouettes advancing stealthily towards my direction, gliding through the mist, ghostly apparitions of dévaine my own, I was trying to give up their secret business and screaming all my pain in a squeaky and desperate sob, whose echo resounds in the plain, and reverberated in my head too full of painful radiation. When I regained consciousness, I was curled up on myself, arms clutching my knees against my chest, prostrate in his, salivating lips a bitter rejection of mud and grass.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414362]

My forehead seemed burdened by revulsion striking, and embarrassment of my whole being radiated. I saw men sitting in a circle in the grass.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414364]

I was seized with a fear stirred at the sight of these creatures, thought to sink into madness, duplicating my own minds to infinite realistic reflections of my flesh, and yet I did not seem to understand my own presence among them. They seemed to know me, looked at me, calling me with one voice by a word that seemed destined.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414368]

They were of indeterminate age, their faces carved marble like waves on a lake, like a trembling flame wrinkles veinal blood pulsing through their dry and flat. They were dressed in a linen cloth, their beards long and shaggy, white tumultuous seas seemed to drown their face in their own contemplation.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414369]

I recognized in their eyes full of gentle questioning of fraternal concern. Staggering like a fawn on my legs weak and trembling, I began to plead with them my salvation.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414370]

They rose and went into a deep contemplation toward my direction. Their eyes seemed to contemplate the abyss of night meditation, as they circled me a few steps away.

[The sheperdwoman No.2414374]

I'm tired of uploading, forsaking field limit.
Here is an url of the following of the novel.
Please feel free to criticize.
thank you.

http://shorttext.com/iK7k74W

[The sheperdwoman No.2416061]

OP here, I'm back.
Did anyone take the time to read this?
It's a celtic science fiction in space.
It's only a beginning, but I hope you could give an insight or advice on the style of this incipit.

[Anonymous No.2416082]

>>2416061
Hey I want to give you advice, because I detect your sincerity. My advice is that no one, especially no one here can give you an idea of what you need to do to be successful as an artist. The truth is that at best you might get some kind of peer product research here, and honestly the tastes of this board are not as refined as they would like to believe. You might get some input from an anon with legitimate academic chops (there are some, for certain) but these people may only be able to advise you on certain technical nuances, and these are more or less up to your taste, unless you are just hopelessly incompetent on basic construction (which you are not). In short, I would advise you to take a walk, experience something external so that you can develop your own abilities of reflection. This will be infinitely more nurturing than asking others to give you a feeling of affirmation. I will give you this praise, at least you are writing..and that is a fabulous and beautiful use of your time.