A horrid and very short tale I scrapped up together and pasted with glue when I was in the process of awaiting the first onlookers upon my art at a school art exhibition. It is more of test with a new sort of writing style. Those who are familiar with my normal style are free to draw contrasts and comparisons, and everyone is permitted a free ticket to mindlessly bashing this tale and tearing it to shreds. THE PEN IS DEADLIER THAN THE SWORD The writer reared his head along great towers of adjectives and adverbs, twirling, dancing, rather oblivious – he fell upon such petty pronouns and proverbs with unaided fists, reducing these simplistic structures to a rubble of the alphabetic variety. Of course would a writer not only hold the power to create and bring to life, but to destroy! He sailed and swam among great seas of creative connotations, reduced to blank oddities with a radical disparagement. The writer would not stop; could not stop, no – his hands, wild and maddened, flew from page to page. Erase that! Cross out! Censor! Sabotage! His hands held minds, brains, of their own – thoughts they thought were restricted only to themselves, and themselves alone. Quick! Cut! Stop! Fragment! Destroy! He would win, oh, certainly, he would win this competition by now. The man laughed a dangerous laugh, forsaking such voices of death and philistine negligence. He extinguished those original, bellowing voices, the voices that had quite previously made their homes on living paper, communities of sentences and entire cities of paragraphs, and were silenced mid-syllable with only a premature life. All by his hand, and the man was certainly pleased with himself. Never would these words, these words that would destroy the writer, see the light of day, but instead the blood-like black ink of his pen.
That was a pretty nice read. While I haven't read your other works, I can say that this was written beautifully and that it kept my eyes hooked onto the screen the whole time I was reading. Great job for trying out something new and I think you should write more things with this kind of style.
Very nice! It is true how simple it is to change the message of a piece with and pen. Remove and twist words and you get something much different then what was previously intended.
It feels like poetry. If, you know me you know that's not a good start. Very close to nothing happened in spite of all your words and descriptions and yet you can contrive many different meanings from it. Some people like that wonderfully and what you have here isn't a bad representation of that style, but I've never been a fan of it. Though it may not have been your intent while writing this, use of the style often seems lazy. It feels like calling on the reader to give meaning to the work, which should have been the writer's job in the first place. The good part here is that what would sound stilted without much change simply sounds impersonal and slightly pedantic. Still, go for slightly less so in the future, I can only put up with so much of the faux erudite language. Final note: I was slightly off put by replacing mightier with deadlier but you did well to correct my first inclination.
Seemed to resemble the inner thoughts of a lunatic, which I rather enjoyed. There was something vaguely comical about your use of exclamation marks; like I mentioned before, your work always amuses me. I wouldn't call it a tale though, seems more like an extract to me. Or a snapshot into the mind of the mildly insane.
