Castle Paradox

[madhatter]

I've been wanting to put this up for awhile but forgot often. It's a piece of a story, I don't have a beginning or ending, but this is how it goes: (C&C welcome) For some reason it hates paragraphs so let ~ represent a new paragraph.

Julilly been lying in the sweet-smelling grass underneath the acacias all morning, watching in breathless wonder the sun peek up from the horizon and begin to make the climb upwards. For a few minutes before the sun had cast its most powerful rays on the earth, everything had a moist blue veil wrapped around it. There had been a rainfall the night before that had stirred and bonded with the soil in a way that brought out the most concealed scents of pollen, leaves, and dirt out of their hiding places and into the air, where they mingled and combined themselves into one heavy perfume. A breeze carried the mixture of smells through over Julilly’s body, and so strong and intense were they that she was sure some of them had been caught in the folds of her clothes. She imagined what a fruit with such a smell might taste of. They would taste of all fruits, she thought, and they would hang like chimes from their tree and make a noise like a silver bell when they wind swayed them. ~
Her thought was interrupted when she noticed that the blue and grey hues that had been captured in the entirety of her surroundings dissipated and were replaced with burnt tones, casting shadows deep inside her velvety brown eyes and making everything seem to have an odd glow. The sun had rose into a sky absent of any cottony puffs of clouds that usually greeted it. It was a cheerless sun, as if it were gently weeping over a friend that had passed away years before. The weeping turned violent for a few moments, and the sun seemed to waver as if underwater, but then it subsided into a subtle contemplative pulse. Julilly felt her own pulse, too, throughout every vein in her body, and a chill momentarily gripped her skin and caused hot tears to escape her eyes. She sat up, her clothes draped over her thin body that hungered for something-not something she could taste, but feel. She felt as if every nerve in her body was a part of the roots that steadied herself when she lost balance, and they were shrivelling up, trying desperately to attain something, something that belonged deep inside her flesh. It could’ve been that her eyes did not seem to sing anymore, or her words were no longer innocent. It could’ve been that her hair which hung in thick auburn spirals were crowding her face as if she was hiding behind a curtain. Julilly grasped one of her ringlets and stared at it; then she pulled it to see if would stay straight if she held it tightly. It didn’t, and she was glad. She liked her curls; they reminded her of the willow tree that gracefully bowed in front of the house she had moved away from. Maybe she hungered for that house. ~

[madhatter]

Alright, I wanted to edit my post, except I accidentally pressed "quote", didn't realize I was quoting, and ended up with this useless post here.

What I wanted to do was correct some spelling errors I just found, except now I'm too lazy to do them, so, yeah...

[LeRoy_Leo]

Sounds like my happy place... Good introduction. Very descriptive...
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