Eigengrau

Please speak, I beg you.

I have done nothing but tumble and toil for an answer to your plight, and yet, your stubborn ilk refuses to subside.

I’ve began to wonder if there truly is a cure. And from that wonder breeds doubt.

And so…I have decided to try a new method.

One out of the ordinary.

One…rather unorthodox.

If no combination of herbs can return your voice, then I am left with no choice but to administer more harsher methods.

Torture has a way of getting one to spill out which they try to keep locked away. To be brought near to death is to ignite to drive to say what could have been lost forever. Miss Willow, normally I would say to try and avoid screaming, but you are not normal. I do hope you find it within your heart to forgive me for what I am about to do.

Agony shall be my instrument for weeding whatever curse consumes you. You will suffer, in turn, but try to remember that it is for your own good.

Poor decisions.

I appreciate the praise. If you wish to improve your prose, here are some activities I participate in:

I. Read. Look at what others have written. If you deem it good, discover what about it appeals to your liking. It often takes the work of someone more experienced than us to display how beautiful and art form can be.

II. Write. Write continuously. There is no one to improve a skill than to do it over and over. If you are not fond of your writing, then write something different. Oh, and beware the beast known as “writer’s block.” It is ravenous and will drain your creativity, but you must not let it.

A lowly man made the ultimate crime

Took the children from their homes

Broke their feet and stole the bones

Wrapped them up in string and beads

Poured them to a belly of mead

The mothers wailed, the fathers growled

The lowly man did not escape their prowl

Here he was sent to spend his days

Scattered the bones, devotion unswayed

Thomas Bell

Scourge of Fall

Thomas Bell

When offspring are sired into the unfortunate reality, they unleash a mighty wail that signals their presence, as well as their immediate displeasure regarding their circumstances. The screams travel through the ears of the practitioner, telling them that their efforts are not in vain. The screams bounce off the walls of the structure, telling everyone that new life has just been born. The screams echo in the attentive halls of the parents’ ears, bestowing relief. Their child is here. Their child is safe. Their child will live. For now.

As the child’s limbs grow longer and their mind becomes more developed, the form of their screams earns a similar progression. Instead of crying for attention, they release “goos” and “gahs” to show infantile affection. They perform a rhythmic repetition of the same loud sound to convey joy. They mold their screams into words, conduits of meaning and clearer communication. The child can finally hold a conversation with their parent, no matter how lacking it may be. They can finally ask for things that appeal to them, much to the parents’ dismay. They can lower the volume to be conspiratorial. They can raise their voice to make their underdeveloped and irrational opinions known. They can do so much, but realize the impact that very first scream has.

To scream for the first time is to light a candle and let it burn. Over time, the candle’s heat will keep radiating against the wax, melting it. The melted wax pools at the bottom of the candle, waiting for the moment when the wick reaches it. And when that wick draws near to the disaster of its own design, it succumbs, drowning in the pool of its previous flourishing. Screams function similarly. The moment one is unleashed, it carries through the hall, growing weaker until its energy is gone for good.

There is one difference between candles and screams, however.

You can snuff out a candle for it meets its regular demise.

When you write a book, you still find your topic and construct an outline, but the meat you have to provide becomes much larger than that of an essay. Additionally, your meat has to be seasoned. Because of the larger amount of content, your diction and syntax have to be appealing to the eyes. Otherwise, readers become bored with your stagnant structure. This also means the amount of polishing you have to do increases.

Needless to say, writing a book is a much more strenuous activity than writing an essay.

It requires much more paper.

It requires much more time.

It requires much more sanity.

It requires much more focus.