A Tribute--

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    GrafiTTied

    GrafiTTied Well-Known Member

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    well ive tried something different. I think ive pulled it off
    comments??
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    The eeriness crept through her, escalating into a sense of jubilation. Disbelief loomed in her mind, but here as she stood alone vulnerable at the dawn of devils hour, a queen in rags, a saviour in torturous pain, the life in a valley of death, she was ignorant of how she appeared. No one cared anyway it didn’t matter anymore. Everything around her seemed eudemonic. This was the moment of unbeaten triumph, this was the moment of bare truth. She was going to bask in the glory of knowing-----Alas! What revelations!
    The cold air blew over her broken face, but behind the pitiable avatar was beauty glowing, enough to make the heavenly angels bow their heads in its presence. She took a few steps forward, staggering, leaning against the graffiti masked walls. She stopped. Why was she afraid? Must she turn back? She had done the imaginable. She couldn’t be afraid of anything now, not after what she had done. She gloated at the thought of, though the feeling lasted only as long as the passing seconds. There was something menacing about the dark alley…….no doubt it was the fog, hanging over like a thick mosquito net, waiting for its prey, impenetrable, colossal wall that bore down at the frail, quivering figure.
    A magnificent phantasm.
    Gathering her voluminous cloak that disfigured a petite body, she speculated the prospect of moving forward, but tripped over the cloaks hem, falling on the first attempt. As she lay splayed on the frosted soil her chest heaved with difficulty and each breath rasped. Her strength waned while the fallacious premonition grew stronger. She got on to her knees, closed her eyes and as she pulled the hood over her head a gigantic white hand engulfed the black figure leaving vicious wisps of cloud in its place.
    Yet another unsung hero passes down the lane of oblivion. Life goes on and death is always somewhere around the corner, waiting to pounce, presumptuously vain.
    Who is she? She is Ramoniella Stone. Yes, you wouldn’t know her.
     
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    Linja

    Linja Good. Be magnanimous. Über Member

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    I very much like the last line. Actually, I very much like all 27 lines of it.
     
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    GrafiTTied

    GrafiTTied Well-Known Member

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    thank you very much
     
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    Janie Jones

    Janie Jones Meghna is a Headcase

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    And someone said my vocabuklary was good. :whistle:

    I want to very much comment on some aspects of it...but now my head is aching as I have fever. If the thread becomes old, then I'll PM you. But for now, skimming over it, I feel it's very well written.
     
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    Arhaz

    Arhaz ...waiting. LPA Super Member

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    It's beautiful very very well written. i love the irony of the last line. just fantstic!
     
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    GrafiTTied

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    thank you Arhaz and Megs, and Meghna your vocabulary beats me anyday.
     

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