Constructive criticism is encouraged.
Those were the words that echoed throughout the city in ripples.
I put my hands over my ears, muffling those angry yells. They were too much.
The guilt was vivid, like a picture in my mind.
No, I couldn’t bear it.
Screams silencing guns, guns
silencing screams, sobs of those who just couldn’t scream, yells of vengeance, of loathing, of anguish.
Deafening screams, the most deafening of them, silent.
Blood painted the walls, bodies falling from everywhere around, limp and lifeless. Each body with a story just as I.
By this time, I had no choice but to close the window shutters.
The anxious sobs only doubled as strong fists hammered fiercely and desperately on the wooden doors of every surrounding building in the city.
Making my choice, I stumbled slowly towards the splintered cot in the corner, stroking the soft skin of a little life with the back of my forefinger.
What was to happen to him if I were to house a revolutionary? What was to happen to any of us?
The hammering upon the door had stopped, calloused palms scraping across wood.
But these sounds weren’t to stop for several more hours.
They had to be waited out.
I had to ignore them, them and the salty tears, cold on my face, rippling down and soaking my bodice.
I had to ignore my conscience...
A small cry from the corner.
"Hush now." I soothed.
A haunting lullaby.
Could anything be soft and gentle anymore?
They were still children out there, mere years older than myself.
What *was* to happen to us?
What was to happen to our children?
But what would happen to *them*?
I invited curators selectively to those who show/are likely to have genuine interest.
If you weren't invited, chances are:
I haven't told you about this,
I have told you about it but you didn't seem interested/ very supportive,
You don't write much/are of equal/less experience (That's unlikely though!!),
I wanted to save you from this monstrosity,
You don't know about Les Mis,
You're probably too caught up in your own thing to actually bother,
You follow me only on @elsa6126,
I just forgot XD.
Please don't get upset (You're lucky)
It's alright if you are any of these things, that's what I'm trying to say!
If I have invited you:
I value your opinions very highly,
Your writing is good,
You know vaguely about Les Mis,
I believe that your criticism will be fully constructive.
You do not have to curate; this isn't a series!
Please do, however, give feedback!
I'm thirsty for feedback and to improve! I want feedback from genuine people who don't claim to be/and are professionals or people on Instagram or chat rooms!
Any feedback, invited or not is important to me, even if you don’t follow me/I don’t follow you!