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In front of him he saw people rolling their eyes, but was anyone able to capture what passed over the Roman skies that morning? An elderly woman screamed and fainted. A passing gentleman promptly picked her up, placed her on a bench and tried to revive her. A group of onlookers formed and so no one noticed what that strange and gigantic shadow produced.I struggled to my feet and called out to my second, Mr. Calbhach Murray, a determined and reliable Irishman. No one answered, but I heard voices shouting and a great Special Data commotion coming from the bridge. I staggered out of my cabin – the sea must have risen quite a bit – and went up on deck. I will never forget what I saw. We were in the Indian Ocean, within sight of Rakata Island and the Krakatau volcano, when I went down to the cabin to start writing. Now I could see clearly what had caused the explosion. An eruption never seen before. Krakatau seemed to have become the mouth of hell.
The Sea Meteor was pitching terribly, my men were down and some were injured. The sky was turning the color of tar and, even from afar, I could distinguish the red of the lava and the clouds of ash rising in a gigantic black column.That's when he understands. He has already gone back many times in his life, back to write unread stories that would pile up on top of each other without generating readers. But what is a story if it doesn't have a reader? It is a silent reality imprisoned in unconsciousness. He doesn't even notice it. The legs move on their own and you see yourself flying over the unknown void. Fear grips him for a moment, just a moment, until his feet hit the ground on the other side.Brian Clark (@copyblogger) June 10, 2013 Brian Clark often uses this technique to promote his and other bloggers' posts.
In front of him he saw people rolling their eyes, but was anyone able to capture what passed over the Roman skies that morning? An elderly woman screamed and fainted. A passing gentleman promptly picked her up, placed her on a bench and tried to revive her. A group of onlookers formed and so no one noticed what that strange and gigantic shadow produced.I struggled to my feet and called out to my second, Mr. Calbhach Murray, a determined and reliable Irishman. No one answered, but I heard voices shouting and a great Special Data commotion coming from the bridge. I staggered out of my cabin – the sea must have risen quite a bit – and went up on deck. I will never forget what I saw. We were in the Indian Ocean, within sight of Rakata Island and the Krakatau volcano, when I went down to the cabin to start writing. Now I could see clearly what had caused the explosion. An eruption never seen before. Krakatau seemed to have become the mouth of hell.
The Sea Meteor was pitching terribly, my men were down and some were injured. The sky was turning the color of tar and, even from afar, I could distinguish the red of the lava and the clouds of ash rising in a gigantic black column.That's when he understands. He has already gone back many times in his life, back to write unread stories that would pile up on top of each other without generating readers. But what is a story if it doesn't have a reader? It is a silent reality imprisoned in unconsciousness. He doesn't even notice it. The legs move on their own and you see yourself flying over the unknown void. Fear grips him for a moment, just a moment, until his feet hit the ground on the other side.Brian Clark (@copyblogger) June 10, 2013 Brian Clark often uses this technique to promote his and other bloggers' posts.