So cold, the grip of fear... So intense, that it grips the pit of my stomach and consumes me from within. I touch upon the void, engulfed by darkness. I despair in realisation that it's essence is my own. I shout it down, and it feeds on my weakness, it engulfs my confidence and all positive fragments of my soul. It poisons my demons, turning my very defenses against me. Could it be that I am to be consumed by the very creature I created? My dark alter ego... For he is now a part of me and must find his place among the army of voices that intertwine my thoughts and memories.
What is to become of me? Am I to become one of the many lost souls that walk in limbo amidst the thoughts and inspirations of dreamers? Am I destined to walk this path or is pre-determination an illusion? Do I make a difference when I bring fear and judgement to the perpetrators of ill deeds and wrong doing?
Or is it just an idle fantasy of mine? Am I so shallow, that I could presume so much in my delusions of grandeur?
...God help me, for I have lost my way...
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A short passage from a book I'm working on.
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From the very beginning, this reminded me of my own alter ego, or better described as the other part of me, that is my dark side. Your last line, "...God help me, for I have lost my way..." creates in me the feeling of my own helplessness in knowing that so easily the mind wants to succumb to the dreams it has created.
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This is dark but does not add to the dark,it is introspective and selective with thought and poses questions with prose that many will relate too,for only those with over inflated ego's do not question on'e own space or place within the universe and all that is universal.I note no other religious references until the call for God's help,it is something I note often,the need to seek solutions and find resolutions and when there is no sense of direction or answers but the all consuming dereliction then, then at last God is called upon and that is not a criticism but an observation and am just sharing a perspective.Do we make a difference by caring and sharing and voicing our fears and our fears for those other sister's and brother's? Sometimes silence is companionable but leaves others without companionship,if we don't free our thoughts with liberty then we cause within the self disaffect,if we share those thoughts to take a liberty then we ourselves are part and parcel of disarray and disaffect.We all have the same proportions within the JoHarri window and how they are quartered is down to individuality and the id.
This is well written with a smooth flow of thoughts and not overtly oppressive,there is a fine line trod upon revealing the contents of the basement for the idea is to show the reader but not leave the reader feeling as if stuck there.You achieved that.
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I love this,
as well as the other
I read from your book.
I would buy your book
let me know when you get it
done...These little paragraphs
are just little appetizers--
Now I'm hungry for the whole thing!
Fantastic writing!
~Pastel
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WOW.
Extremely discriptive, that's incredible!
Your writing, to me, is much like Clark Ashton Smith's. Check him out (if you haven't), you two share a lot of stylistic choices. -
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Hi there,
Thank you for your kind words, it's very much appreciated.
if you like this one, check out my 'Moment of Clarity (excert from 'Fear the Reaper')' and also 'Death is beneath you' they tap a similar vain in style.
Thanks again,
cheers,
Fritz..........
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