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knave the knave kneels in the naveknave by ~temporalSarcasm
hoping vainly to save
himself from what he gave
to the cause despite all his flaws
but he's led to his grave
by the beckoning claws
through the festering jaws
of the sectoring laws
and he cries no
I will not be your slave
and I know I'm no good
but I crave to be brave
I gave all that I could
even more than I should
so chalk up a loss
to doubting brotherhood
and I would not have stood
the interventions you cross out
the good intentions you rave
about build a wall with no way out
but I'll wait out the wave
through the frogs and the blood
grind my name in the mud
so the dogs can't even find me
Prometheus Light is a heavy burden to bear. I tried to bring light, tried to open my mind to the ideas and possibilities of the world, tried to scale ignorance and obscurity but now the door is ajar, it's open and I can't keep it out and everything is released in waves. They assemble on the shore to see the struggle against the new sea of stress and strife, seducing me to shipwreck myself on my own subconscious amid sirens and alarms of panic and I'm desperately tempted to agree. Drowning has a clearly defined end, it's an escape, because once you've drowned, you're done, you're free. You can let go and drift out on the current and let other forces thanPrometheus by ~temporalSarcasm
The Handkerchief The handkerchief was of an older world, a world left untouched by the forward progress of time, a world in which magic and charm and fancy wove together in a vibrant web to ensnare the dissolute. The handkerchief was blessed, or cursed, or both. Its very cloth was alive, born of the spinner wombs of hallowed worms, soaked in the brew of maiden hearts. Spirits haunted its every stitch, hooking into the seams of its owner's heart and clinging like a bat, watching like a hawk. The handkerchief saw, it heard, it knew, influenced, subdued, conduced. Keep near you, she had murmured, the foreign charmer in her unsure, stilted cadence. Keep close, hoThe Handkerchief by ~temporalSarcasm
What Makes A Good Editor? IntroductionWhat Makes A Good Editor? by ~JRollendz
A good editor has many qualities and a lot of responsibilities.
Editors are necessary. They're like a test run before something gets printed or posted online. The editor is the first person to read it, aside from the writer, and can fix the mistakes before it's shown to the public.
Think of it like a new car design. Before it goes on sale or is even made, the design is created for a specific reason. It's then tested for numerous things before being sold to the public.
Likewise, an editor needs to decide if what they're editing is worth the time. Is there a purpose to the piece? Does it benefit the public or audienc
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