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What do you think of this writing of mine?

Swanlike imagery fluttered into the closings of the back of my eyelids during the stark night hours without my knowing. During which I was taken by the strings of the Violin and its older brother Cello. Blues, greens, and yellows shook my hand when the two brothers dropped me off on the land of extended acres. Although never really close to Cello like I was with Violin, Cello shared my feelings of somberness and lonesome despair that I thought was only reserved to violin. Beautiful tears trickled from Cello each time someone pulled at his heart when they played him for their own amusement. Birds tweeted preciously as Joan Baez strummed her guitar in which she was accompanied by Jewel's "Pieces of You". Flowers dripped blood wine that was bitter like the first taste of a sweet journey with Bob Dylan's songs. Curled up in a vision of consent, the world grew large around me. Ahead, a Victorian mansion made out of red-bricks and ivory loomed into the vast landscape below the silver skies. Stumped only by my feet, I headed towards the handsome building. Waves of nostalgia struck me like I had experienced this phenomenon before. Sad sounds of music played on my grandmother's radio that she took for gospel resurfaced in my head. Grandfather's rocking chair sat open without an old man holding a little girl in his arms stared ominously at me. Rocking menacingly forward, it beckoned me to sit down in it. I took a detour and decided to do as it told me. As soon as I did, I was shifted to a gazebo that had a church bell ringing loudly in my ears. The tune was pleasant for the fact it reminded me of a wedding I would have at twenty-three in the next novel I planned on writing. With that on my mind, a new chapter from Harry Potter opening right in front of my eyes. A whole manuscript I have never seen before was being offered to me by J.K. Rowling. Characters that weren't apart of the series appeared on the gazebo that was surrounded by flowers, greenery, and bushes. My brain sensed that they were my friends all along. Those people were there since the beginning of time without me ever realizing it. The church bell grew louder, signaling me to meet my groom at the alter. Faceless, tall, and nameless, he smiled at me. He took my hand, and as simple as that, we were presumed newlyweds. I got a clear shot of him and realized he wasn't a man, but snow. Snow that was hanging out during Spring where rain was supposed to wash it away was summoning me into a blanket of snows and cheers. Grave sports came down on me in a cloud of dust, swishing the jobs of peace. Now I was in a wooden house that had no rooms or walls. People chatted as a party was happening. Tons of girls hung out by the balcony, forming alliances of free-spirit will. Love of all kind that expressed different races, sexuality, and arousal cluttered all in one meaning. President JFK, Jackie Kennedy and her pillbox hat, and Marilyn Monroe attended, shaking hands with Natalie Wood's spirit. After the party was over, it was just me staring six feet down from the wooden balcony. I looked over and saw fancy cars that weren't from this unknown decade pass by. Suddenly, the balcony changed to the one in my hometown at the town park. A period of disenchantment from the 1960's came on its way, shifting to a fantasy novel that I have read over and over. Strike a Harold of messengers in order to see the land of infinity, I would tell myself. If I were to die, I must know where I'm going, what happens, and if I would be aware when I'm dead. lol thanks. It's supposed to be a dream, so it's supposed to be crazy and random.

Public Comments

1. I admit that I only read about half of this. Here are my thoughts: You are young, or at least your writing is at a young stage. It reminds me of an image of a little girl, with great talent, who has just discovered her mother's make-up kit. Excited at her ability to use the make-up brushes, she goes crazy with make-up, slathering it on everywhere. She puts it on quite well, considering how inexperienced she is, except of course she has used FAR too much. The result, of course, is a crazy muddle, but if someone looks closely at what she's done, there really is a lot of potential there. Do you see what I'm saying?