This is my first foray into a piece for the Library, and I wanted to explore some of the emotions of one of my researcher characters (heck if I know exactly what those emotions are, admittedly). I want to thank Nico & Rounderhouse for their support and feedback! Hope you enjoy!
nicely done! short, sweet, memorable. lots of emotion in a small space. i am not familiar with the character but am intrigued. great work!
+1
Hell yes Ari!
I was excited to hear you were posting here, and to get an absolute banger of the bat is nothing but incredible. This packs a deep punch, and learning more about you was wonderful. I'm happy to have you over here too!
I watch the yonder hills
See foodwrenches toil in dust
Let their cacophonous calls
Rend our bodies to rust
Hey, this is nice! Your prose here is pretty stellar, and the theming is tight. I wish there was more content, and the pacing can feel… rushed at moments. If there were more room for the piece to breathe, that would be amended I think. But nonetheless good work! As someone with a difficult-to-pronounce name, I sympathize with some of these lines. Banger all around, great character study. Welcome to our side of the curtain; I hope you stay awhile!
Well done, +1
—Oli
Fires rage just below the surface of the ice.
What Oligarch said — this work is splendid! This is your first for the Library? You have the blood of book running through your veins. This work is excellent, though I feel that it is running so fast that its legs give out beneath it, and it screeches to a halt at the finish line and almost (or completely?) falls over. Let your work live another day after the race! It is a long dream, this, not a short game. But that is what is learned in time — pacing is a tremendous thing, squishy and slippery like an eel, and sitting still and practicing the flute is the best tried-and-true way of coaxing it from its burrow to curl in the folds of your lap. This work tastes like autumn oak, crisply fallen and soaked in the mouth. Fresh, invigorating, cold like water after spearmint gum. Delicious.
-Styg
What is life if not the contrast between what has been and what will become?