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Is my writing any good? Asked this a while ago, but got no answers. Is my writing any good? I'm desperate! ?

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Please review my work! I'm desperate! It looks long but it's really not!

Sorry for my other post, which somehow got messed up. Here is the new, good one. Please give each piece a _/10 rating please!

Storm over the Sea

Rain sprinkled into the ocean like salt from a salt shaker. Waves charged at the shore like ranks of an army, bellowing savage war cries. The hordes of ocean battalions hurled themselves onto the sand, then receded and prepared for their next assault. The pulses of water plowed over a small ebony island in the distance.

The curve of the Earth and the gray sky blended to form a melancholy azure. The clouds that reigned over the water were dull as iron, yet sullen and formidable. As time wore on, rain descended in torrents, bombing the ocean with miniscule seeds of water.

Flocks of seagulls swarmed the shallows, scoping out prey for their young. They snared their targets and ascended to the heavens, until they vanished into the heavens. The sky appeared to be one, colossal cloud.

When the wind’s whistle degraded to not but a placid sigh, the waves serened themselves. The clouds parted and brilliant radiance streamed upon the ocean. Now the waves were tame ripples that licked the shores of the land. The dandelion-yellow sun smiled its jubilee upon the sea, which had changed moods in minimal time.

More gulls soared above the ocean water, admiring its endless expanse and conquering beauty. At last the ocean gleamed lustrously, emanating an air of peace and joy. It has completed Nature’s cycle, and prepared to repeat the process of weather alternations once again.

Rain Storm’s Dominance

The glowing orb of effulgence suspended in the ocean-blue sky, which was also occupied by cumulus clouds. The white clouds sluggishly swam in the sky, paying no mind to the sweeping grasslands below them. But Nature’s hand was not idle: the cycle of weather was repeating again.

In the distance loomed ominous clouds, which patrolled the heavens gradually. The paved their way through the sky, demolishing clouds that rebelled their presence. As the two forces battled, the dark clouds unleashed a bellow: a roar that chilled the blood and clenched the heart for a split second.

The dark clouds effortlessly consumed the others, and the presence dominated the whole of the sky. With no white clouds to resist them, they traversed the sky and veiled the sun’s luster.

Now that the dark clouds tyrannized the terrain, they mustered their forces. They were silent, although they occasionally released a rumbling growl. The clouds initiated their assault by peppering the shadowed grasslands with rain. Its strength grew, and soon curtains of rain showered down.

The clouds unleashed their constructed rage by thrusting bolts of blinding electricity downwards. The strikes abruptly pinched the ground, which ignited crackling flames. The clouds seemed to defeat their own purpose though, for the rain swept down and extinguished the fire.

As more lightning crashed, strings of reports rang throughout the land. The thunder rolled and smashed, shattering the sky with a boom! and another snap of lightning. The land and sky endured hours of commotion, until the dark clouds grew weary. Their downfall was steady.

First, the rain slowed and eventually ceased. The lightning no longer exited, and the clouds shouted their weak and desperate cry of defeat. The clouds disintegrated, allowing the sun’s brilliance to prevail over sky and earth. The last wispy remnants of the clouds shrunk to nothing, subdued by Nature’s power.

Nature allowed the sun to gleam over the land, enjoying the happiness it brought. The rain clouds had been vanquished, their depressing forms replaced by puffy, white ones. But however much bliss the sun supplied the land, Nature had a responsibility to fulfill. She began working on the next step in her beautiful cycle.

Illusions of Happiness

We beings

can find happiness

in various places.

Some find it in wealth,

through expansive amounts

of money.

Some find it in power,

through the ability to

rule others,

and force them to do

their bidding.

Some find it in fame,

through others’ adoration

and devotion to them.

Some find it in beauty,

through health and

lovely physical appearance.

Although sometimes,

happiness, just like everything

else in the Universe,

is not but an illusion.

A simple illusion which

deceits most of us.

For greed snares opportunities

at pure happiness:

it forces our desire

for wealth, power, fame, and beauty

to escalate,

and twists it like a washrag.

Wealth conquers contentment,

and molds it into extensive lust.

And even when we are

satisfied,

greed deceives us,

and makes us unhappy,

until our sanity

is snuffed out.

Power becomes overwhelming,

and takes control of our

senses and awareness.

It is then that foolishness

forces us to become ignorant.

Fame is similar to power.

Power is similar to fame.

Either is obtained when

one is possessed.

And the consequences of fame

is equal to that of power.

And what does physical appearance

bring us?

Compliments? Smiles? Others’ devotion to

look like you?

These things will force you

to strive for

more, and more, and more,

until you destroy yourself

in your epic quest for

joy,

which was just an illusion.

Which of these best suits

you, dear friend?

Wealth, power, fame, or beauty?

Why not seek true happiness?

Look past the magician’s cunning tricks,

and search for happiness

that can only be found within

yourself and others.

True happiness

can be found by giving

elation to others.

To drop a quarter in a donation box,

to participate in a Walk for

Cancer, or Hunger, or other struggles.

But are these obstacles illusions as well?

Can someone who is starving,

or is pained by a disease

find true happiness also?

Anyone can find true pleasure,

but only if they wander

down the correct path.

Sometimes simple things are

where pure happiness is

found.

Like sitting ‘round a

crackling, welcoming fire,

surrounded by

brothers, sisters,

aunts, uncles,

grandmas, grandpas,

cousins,

mothers, and fathers.

Or a simple stroll down

a beach in the evening,

as the setting sun casts the clouds into

amalgamates of

orange, yellow, pink, and purple,

with the rippling waves

tickling your toes.

So I leave you with this

vague question:

Where will you find happiness?

Will you find it in

wealth,

power,

fame,

or appearance?

Or will you choose happiness through

bliss in unfortunate others,

family and friends,

or tranquil sanctuaries?

As said,

happiness is sometimes

an illusion,

and only the wise can truly

find inner bliss,

and elude the Illusions of Happiness.

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  1. good


  2. The first one I liked but at the beginning you have 2 metaphors in a row and it takes away from the writing. So 8/10

    The second was great 9/10

    I love the poem's meaning and importance 9.5/10

  3. i could never do that that really cool !!!!!!

  4. Are you:

    1. A uni first year (aka college freshman) taking English and you think you are going to write the Great American/Australian/English/whichever country you come from novel?

    2. A High School student, in the upper years. You feel misunderstood and think you are better than your teachers .

    3. An indulged child. You have been told by every adult around you that you are fantastic.

    If one of these descriptions fits you, I'm not in any way surprised.

    It sounds contrived, you should simplify

  5. oh my god! your writing is excellent! great job!

    and I'm telling the truth no lie[:

    good job!

  6. pretty good :D

  7. try reading some joseph conrad short stories to improve the style of portraying a place and mood.

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