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Open Question: What do you think of this piece I wrote?
This is a piece I wrote last year (it wasn’t an assignment though) as a senior in high school. I know it’s long, and if you believe it is too long, simply do not read it. Please do not leave a comment about how long it is and how I should shorten it; etc. I would just appreciate some feedback =) Thank you.

Romance

Romance is the realm of the emotions. The way the senses affect and afflict emotions. I asked my heart for romance and it gave me this. I asked my heart why and it said to me: ‘Romance is the exchange between the heart and mind, constantly revealing the incorporeal soul. Romance is longing and fulfillment. The dance between sorrow and satisfaction. Both are needed to ground the self in the present, in the real experience of something immortal and intangible. The bitterness adds vibrance to the sweetness, validating the existence of the other. Love is one-sided, needing no external force to sustain it. Romance is fragile, like a butterfly in a maelstrom. Romance is fed by love, rooted in love, but so much greater, so much higher. Romance must be the goal of every heart, lest every heart sing alone, locked in cages of love.’

Today, I saw Charlie. It was odd, somehow different. Laughing and waving, the same Charlie of my childhood, the same Charlie I cried and rejoiced with, he stood there. Yet next to him was a woman. She was soothing to the eyes to say the least. I raised my hand and opened my mouth. My heart strings vibrated, my voice strings cold. I struggled to see him for a minute, overcome by this change. My arm moved stiffly, mechanically. My legs carried me home.

The sun has long since retreated. I sit in this darkness, pondering hidden thoughts. There are no mirrors near, none that meet my end. Is it in my heart or my mind? Where is the source, from whence did this come? Where does it lead? The deep shadows cast by my candle’s light offers no solace, no dialogue.

The time is unknown. Time becomes irrelevant when the stream of the heart ceases to flow. How can these two part of my life attack each other so? In youth, Charlie was a dear companion, an ally in a war against the world. My heart was free and open, yet vigilant against wrongdoings. We grew. With strong walls, I face the world calm and unmoved. Even my fiancé ceases to stir me with a simple touch, as his flesh did so long ago. And yet my eyes stir my blood, stir my inner currents in such a way that is closed off to all other senses. Was it seeing him, two people at the same time? Or was it seeing her, the outer symbol of his change? I have no qualms with her. Nay I would rather have a moment alone with her. Yet I cannot unrile myself.

I have spoken to him, marshalling the sun’s aid. Her name is…something with an S…what matters is that he is not so deeply moved by her as I feared. Feared? Does that fully capture the extent of my unrest? Either way, she knows not the route to his heart and knowing that I am safe. Safe? Again, I cannot find the right word, the right emotion. Yet I am exposed, my position revealed. The Charlie of my childhood, he who has known me before I knew myself, saw the agitation in my ocean. He merely gazed into me, transfixing my eyes. Again, so roused by merely my eyes. Perhaps the way the lights bounces off his soft brown locks. Perhaps the way his celadon eyes glimmer in the fresh sun’s light. Perhaps perhaps, perhaps I am mad! Either way, I have nothing to fear except the uncertain end of such powerful rivers.

Here, sitting in a shadow so like his, I wonder what he is doing. What is he saying? Thinking? Sighing ever so sweetly? Perhaps perhaps he sighs of me. Shall I flee this shadow in search of his? Shall I abandon my castle in search of a shack, knowing the storm to come? Yet there I may glimpse the stars between the droplets! Dance with the cool kisses of the heavens! Feel live earth beneath my feet! Oh, to let my hair flow freely in the breeze! I am absurd, pondering a question I have already answered. I gladly scar this cold granite for the warm wood!

The stars examine me, an arrow in flight. Winding through streets and alleys, I approach my mark. Steps swifter than my mind can command, I traverse. The city, the streets, the markets, my own fear. I traverse. Upon the doorstep I halt. My hand raises, my heart clenched. My mind silent, my ears turn forward, drinking in the sound. Her voice is there, long and languid. His absent wholly. Is he there? Is he not? What should I do, determination derailed?

The door opens. Her shadow clings to his. The deep lines in his face recede. My mouth opens, air dances out lazily. His lips are bowed, drawn taut and high. In a single motion, she is cast out and I am drawn in. Her protests fall before the threshold. His eyes drink me in, stirring he and I. Under compassionate stars we sit, sharing a firm visual embrace, staving off the sun’s return.
Gingerly, I run my fingers along his face. I press only so gently, fearing to dispel the apparition. Solid, soft skin meet my fingers. I trace the scar outside his left eye, the scar I gave him so long ago.

At an age when the senses burned so pure, we rode a horse together, I in front he in back. The sky shifted as I slipped. My body seemed moved by some hidden force. He curled around me, releasing the reigns. We drifted to the ground, watching the horse gallop off free of us. His body was firm yet soft. The world grew dark as I fell into him. Slowly, sounds came back. The sound of feet running. The sound of a woman shouting. The sound of a man shouting. The sound of breathing. The sound of him. His arm closed around me tighter for a second. My eyes flew up, meeting his smile. His left eye was closed, a rock cover red next to it. His right eye looked fierce yet contained. He asked if I was okay. I nodded. His grin grew taut and high. Hands bore us up and away.
His smile that’s all mine, laid out before me here and now. I’ve marked him so over theses years, with my hand and heart. Yet and still, he is here with me now. I bare no sticks or bones. No lies. Nothing to hide. His arms are around me now, just like then. Rain taps against the windows, taps my face. Warm as always, his arms envelope me. But this time I don’t sink. I won’t be lost in him. My heart stands on equal ground with his, listening to the other so tenderly. My heartstrings vibrate, making sweet music with his. Music that was always there. Music that we had to stumble across, although it bellows out of us. A synchronized duet.

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Open Question: Is my story correct? Having to do with verbals and complex sentences.?
I had to write a short story with 5 verbals and 2 complex sentences. Are they correct? Is my grammar and punctuation correct? Do you have any suggestions? Please let me know.

The Smith family was very anxious TO GO camping. Once they arrived at the campsite, they began to put up their tents. For the remainder of the afternoon, the Smith’s went fishing by the river. The many fish that they caught, they cooked up for dinner. As night fell, the family built a fire to tell stories and to talk about their favorite parts of the day. TALKING rapidly, the Smith’s all began TO SPEAK at once. After taking turns telling their tales, it was time to relax. SINGING joyfully, they sat side by side and sang their favorite songs.
At sunrise, the family decided to take an adventure. They enjoy WALKING at home, so hiking up the mountain was a great idea. WHEN THEY GOT HALF WAY UP THE MOUNTAIN, THEY SAW A SNAKE. Frightened, they hurried along to the top of the mountain. BEFORE HAVING A PICNIC, THE SMITH’S TOOK A FAMILY PICTURE. To top off a wonderful day, they gathered around for a refreshing lunch.

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Open Question: HOME WORK HELP PLEASE! on the hobbit ! 10 points given !!?
alright.. so i do not understand this book ..not enough to do my project.. could someone help me out please!
—this is what i need help with—

the wild, rivendell,misty mountaions, Gollums lair, Warg forest, The carrock and bearns home, mirkwood, the elvenkings palace and forest river, laketown and long lake, river running, dale

now find a setance that goes with the place or thing

EX. Shrek–like An onion, it has layers

you only have to do 2 or 3 you pick which one. it would be a hug help thanks sooo much !!!

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