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Well, have you?
Do you remember some time back when there was a visual art meme floating around which encouraged artists to show off how far they've come? They took a piece of art that they did some time back and then redid it with everything they've learned? We need to make that a thing with Lit. I know some of you LitFolks work your ever loving asses off, and it's sometimes a lot harder to see the progress.
So, let's start a journal flood. Or comment flood. Let's flood something!
You had to know this was coming.
What I want you to do is to dig out something you wrote a while ago, (preferably more than a year [or a few years] ago) and I want you to rewrite it. Then, I'd like you to show the world. You can leave the here in a comment, or post a journal of your own (make sure to tag me or send me a link!). You can post them in the same deviation. I don't care. Show me how you've grown!
You know I can't challenge you without taking up the mantle myself, so here you go. From 2009 to now. A journey of "skill."Or something.
Standing Before MinosMy second death was a quiet one. There were no brave speeches, no protestations of cruel fate. There was only my slain lover and myself, surrounded by the sound of water dripping on stone.
As the dagger pierced my breast, I realized what I had done. I was falling through darkness. There was no welcoming light to beckon me, only the smell of boiling blood and burning flesh.
This was not the beginning. Nor was it the end. I wish that it had been.
My name is Guilietta Capelliti and my life's story is a long one, though, I died very young. I haven't the time to tell it before the bleeding stops again and I am no longer able to converse with you. I don't know when the Harpies will feed again.
Instead, let me tell you the story of my afterlife. Standing before a beast I'd never dreamed existed, I knew without knowing what this was. This was Minos and I was here to be judged. He studied me in silence, his eyes
The Dead WoodMy second death was a quiet one. There were no brave speeches, no protestations of cruel fate. There was only my slain lover and myself, surrounded by the steady dripping of water on stone and the scent of crushed mulberries.
My name is Guilietta Capelliti and my life's story is a long one, for all that I died young. I haven't the time to tell it all before the bleeding stops again and I am no longer able to speak. Instead, please allow me to tell you the story of my afterlife, for it is a brief tale and I do not know when the Harpies will feed again.
It was not until the dagger pierced my breast that I realized what I had done.
I fell through blistering darkness for so long that time lost all meaning. Through the searing heat and unbearable fetor, my ears filled with the sounds of endless screaming, no small part of it my own. And then I was looking at a beast I had only half-believed existed. I stood before Minos, ready here to be judged.
He studied me in silence, small eyes sh
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