Comments for page "Journal Entry: Seasalt and Kerosene"

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Wed, 20 Aug 2025 14:19:44 +0000

I'm not good with prose. I'm just gonna say that for my first Wanderers Library story I've ever read, I loved it for its wonderful imagery. +1

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Tue, 12 Aug 2025 15:18:08 +0000

A brilliant little brush of blue in an ocean of gray, sketched out by careful hands and hung with pride. You two work fabulously together, the results a wonderful piece of prose poetry that elevated both the style and character.

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Fri, 08 Aug 2025 21:12:11 +0000

I've always admired this style of prose: the smooth, rhythmic ebb and flow gives it that unique, stimulating narrative voice, and every word choice envelops both the taste buds and retinas—I can't put my finger on it, it just has so much sensory appeal, and to top it all off—it's a period piece, what's not to gush about here? I do relish the smell of petroleum, I give it +1 because this is so gas.

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Thu, 07 Aug 2025 22:55:17 +0000

i said it all in crit but this sure is great. it's such a brilliant little slice that's even more explosive now than when i read it the first time. like a perfectly ticking clock or a little crystal. +1

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Tue, 05 Aug 2025 12:25:24 +0000

Goddamn this is some good prose! I swear to God I could smell Mr. London's cologne. +1

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Sun, 03 Aug 2025 22:51:46 +0000

characteristically evocative. creates a sensation like i'm watching the last little blip of sunset sink below the horizon.

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Sun, 03 Aug 2025 05:53:21 +0000

Lessgo, Kathy Wolff! This has always been a character I've wanted to write for, so seeing someone write for her is such a delight!~ Of course, this piece is such a well constructed moment stuck in time, really nailing that stagnant air and rusty, weathered feel of this smuggling era. Loved it.

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"Until we fall without flight..."

Sun, 03 Aug 2025 05:19:58 +0000

"He walks away,
the sun goes down
He takes the day, but I'm grown
I'm grown…
And in your way, in this blue shade
My tears dry on their own…"
~Amy Winehouse
'Tears Dry On Their Own'
2006.

A collab between PallidAlbumen and I for the second writprompt, responding to the wonderful Katherine Wolff's Journal. Alternate universe rendition of the character. Prose poetry written in the context of the last days of the golden age of air smuggling, a period from the late 1960s to 1970s where aging WWII era and ex-airline propeller aircraft made hops across the Caribbean, being operated by both syndicates and individual entrepreneurs alike. Thank you to zipzipskins and UncannyClown for their crit.

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