Saturday, June 3, 2006

   Tid Bits
Do you think all you wonderful people out there could read this, and comment on it? It's a cut out from a "Howl's Moving Castle" Fanfic i'm writing, and I need to know who it is, or I'll take it out of the story. I'm not sure I like it...so PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE comment, for my sanity's sake?

The Tid Bit:

The blackness had faded away into a dimly lit beach. Waves in front of me crashed softly onto the shore. The sand beneath my hands was softer then I though imaginable. I look up at the now visible sky, where the moon is shining brightly, brighter then I’d ever seen it. So bright in fact that it is casts a silver sheen over the otherwise unlit beach.

As I raise myself off the ground, I see that the beach is nearly endless, fading away into a dim blackness of the violet horizon. The waves of the ocean are small but steady, and I know, even though I am no where near the tide, that the water will be warm. I taste the warmth in the air, pleasant as it soothes my mind and heart. I breathe deeply and exhale slowly.

I look back at the gloom of the forest behind me. It occurs to me that I should go back to look for Leon but seeing the contrast between the silvery brightness of the dimly lit beach compared to the black dreariness of the forest causes a feeling of uneasiness to wash over me, so I remain where I am.

A moment passes and I shift my gaze toward the sky. The stars were out, so amazingly bright that they cause the sky to appear an elaborate shade of blue, like a dark gem. Not even on the outskirts of Kingsbury where I lived had I seen anything so breathtakingly vivid.

It is as substantially flawless in every detail of my surrounds. There isn’t even the faintest sign of death or decay. No dead weeds on the beach, no sickly creatures roaming the tides, not a single unpleasant element. The beaches were pristinely white and clean; sand sloping in gentle ridges pleasing to the eye, every plant vibrant and utterly alive, and every bird circling the skies graceful and elegant. It’s almost like an animated painting, utterly appeasing to the gaze, nothing but unearthly beauty beneath the brush’s stroke.

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