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Posted Jun 28, '11 at 11:45pm

Xzeno

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I liked Mayhem Meets Mischief. I like how the focus of the narrative mirrors how one might expect a gradual return to consciousness. The last line in particular strikes a cord, not only because of the vague foreshadowing but because... I don't know, it evokes pathos. It seems like something sad we can all relate to, and I'm a sucker for those sorts of things.

Warble of the Worlds starts strong but loses a little steam. Again, it picks up with the ending. Reminds me of Apercu.

 

Posted Jun 29, '11 at 1:07pm

Gantic

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I was going to post something yesterday along the lines of "Heroes and Legends" further explaining the lore behind the gems and element theory, but then I realized I had no idea what I was talking about when it came the higher order and scrapped the whole thing. I need to take better notes. In any sense, the next part won't be up until I figure out what to do.

I don't know, it evokes pathos. It seems like something sad we can all relate to, and I'm a sucker for those sorts of things.

Like you can't help but believe someone who honestly and unconditionally believes in you, e.g. the maternal ideal?

 

Posted Aug 6, '11 at 2:55pm

Gantic

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A Rose By Any Other Name

"I do not kno-ow where the wind is blowing but that's where I'll be going. But I hope to be-e-e-e at the place where cows are lowing. I do not kno-ow where the water's flowing but that's where I'll be going. But I hope to be-e-e-e at the place where we were rowing gently alo-o-o-o-ong the stream where the cows are lowing. But we can never kno-o-o-ow how we end up growing."

The Holstein's singing was not the best, but the Bullman couldn't keep his ears away. He felt at ease, almost as if he were home, not his childhood home but the home where he was meant to be.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to eavesdrop while someone is singing to herself?" she asked.
The Bullman didn't know what to say.
Her tone of voice changed, as if she'd forgotten she'd asked a question. "We've never properly introduced ourselves. I'm Jenheifer."
He opened his mouth for a second answered, "People call me the Bullman."
"What do your parents call you?"

They were nearing his destination.