>>16029143Thank you. I made the word count again, and it's actually 373 words. Since it's short, I'll share it right here:
Late at night it was when it happened; it happened deep in the woods, while I rested beside her tomb, some distance away from the cottage she and I, together, used to inhabit when she was alive.
I lay down on the ground, the soft grass beneath me, the cool breeze whispering, weakness overcoming my body―how long have I been lying here, unmoving, grieving, for her who left and is no longer here?
I lay down on the ground, gazing at the dark, clear sky above, destitute of stars, profound all-encompassing darkness. ― Then it happened: a blaze both bright and white, cerulean and white, sundered the sky above.
The blaze faded and darkness returned, yet amidst it all a radiancy remained ― faintly shining, a tremulous star.
As it slowly vanished as well, in turn the surprising took its place: a humanly figure who slowly was descending upon me. I gazed at her, contemplating her features.
Glowing gently, a pure white was her skin; clear and albous, it shined like marble untainted and polished by the greatest and most careful jeweler in life, it glimmered like snow in the most glacial winter ― smooth, pure, cold, beautiful.
Softly wafting in the wind, her tresses bare a heavenly azure, the semblant of the tranquil and cloudless sky absorbing us into daydream and joy, delight and repose. A heavenly azure, against the grievous night surrounding us both.
Fluttering captivatingly, her clothes revealed her slim and delicate body, seductive and endearing ― like a woman graceful and kind, an innocent child playing merrily. Silvery were her garments, with a pattern that reflected the endless outer space and the unity inherent in all things extant; on top of them she wore golden chains and jewels, and on her wrists golden bracelets, with pending aureal stars, and a pentagonal sun above her breast, pronouncing her sidereal origins ― a tight necklace adorned her neck, signaling her self-possession and virtue, and a crown her head, imbuing her with the regality of her who charms and rules the ephemeral on earth.
A stellar being, returning to this dark night the universe of constellations.
I was lying on the ground, weakness overcoming my body; slowly she was descending upon me.
And that's it. The rest (the end) is the same as before and there's still left until I reach that point, so no point in sharing it.
One of the reasons it's short is that I'm studying rhetoric and using this to practice literary figures, which may make it more difficult to read in comparison to most fics here. You could say what I'm going for is sort of a prose poem.
What do you think?
