This is a short sentence. Here is another. Here is a third. Listen to the boredom. Hear the words drone on. Hear the monotone continue. Hear the words fade. There is no variation. There is no excitement. The words are hollow.
Here is a sentence with a longer length and varied vocabulary. I create a rhythm, an atmosphere and music to my reader's ears. Sounds. Emotions. Art. Each sentence is a stroke on the overall, bigger picture. Each word is a detail and a colour. The writing creates. It has a purpose, a meaning and a reason for existing. Fleeting colours and rippling sounds, these words create an picture in the mind. The words create an image, forever immortalised in words.
Now listen again.
Finally, at the right time, I use a long sentence to build up the tension as well as showing the deeper meaning behind my words. Rolling thunder, crashing clouds, screaming children; hear the sounds, feel the rain as the words leap off of the page and into the mind of you, the reader. Know the wash of emotion and the burning of the flames inside of you as you continue to read the words in front of you. Lose yourself in your surroundings and listen to the words as they envelop you in a veil of tranquillity.
Your eyes open and you are back where you began.
Words take you on a journey and show you a list of endless probabilities. Words tell you what is, what can be and what can only exist in the darkness of our own imagination. Words are the doorway bridging the realities of fiction and truth together. In a story, there are no limits, only imagination and opportunity.
Words are a choice but also a way of life. Stories are enchanting as they are the gateway into understanding our own lives and the world around us.
In some form or another, we are each like words. We mean very little alone but yet we still shout out, begging to tell our own tales. Together we are a community but also a story. Together we are a novel, united and ready for anything.
Together we are powerful.
And that is what Movellas means to me.