Typed up some more of the story from the pages I had written a while ago, though I haven't been writing much of it as of late. I am trying not to be to critical of structure and such right now, just get the basic ideas and imagery even though some things become awfully wordy or seemingly unnecessarily complex. Those are second draft type of issues or at least for me. Otherwise I will never move forward.
I read over the last paragraph I had typed up and found that I like how I had written it long hand on paper better than I had edited it while typing it out, so I did mess with that bit.
I read over the last paragraph I had typed up and found that I like how I had written it long hand on paper better than I had edited it while typing it out, so I did mess with that bit.
She blinked and refocused her eyes on the bodies in the room below. The unique looking man was approaching a stage at the front of the room as the group that had been huddled around him fanned out in front of the stage. As he reached the microphone positioned in the center of the stage conversations from the rest of the occupants in the room gradually ceased and faces turned towards the stage and the man in anticipation.
"Thank you all for coming."
She closed her eyes at the first word and expanded her hearing, allowing the words to become indistinct until it was only the rumbling melody that she could hear. She let the sound take her under for a moment, but only for a moment because she knew this gesture showed a certain measure of weakness. She could only reason with herself that it had been so long and she had been yearning all the while so this little weakness could be excused if for only a short time.
She slowly opened her eyes and pulled her hearing back, the sensation like coming up from underwater, though still allowing for the enhancement that allowed her to make out all the sounds in the room below through the glass.
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