Feeling punty, ergo meme

[ultranos]

(yes, I know I still owe people from the "5 Things" meme. I'm...working on them. Yeah.)

Snagged from rodlox:

Give me the title of a story I've never written, and feedback telling me what you liked best about it, and I will tell you any of: the first sentence, the last sentence, the thing that made me want to write it, the biggest problem I had while writing it, why it almost never got posted, the scene that hit the cutting room floor but that I wish I'd been able to salvage, or something else that I want readers to know.

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That one was strange, since it started out wanting to be a quiet, understated kind of thing about missing home, and eventually swerved into an entirely different direction.

Here's the original opening:

"The old tales of Sateda, lost Sateda, told of the great moon goddess, who watched her children under the pale gleam of her face, as they slept and dreamt. And whispered things into her children's ears, intangible things that became solid under the waking hands.

He never put much stock into those, he thought, desperate to forget the nights he sat at the edge of his bed as a child and listened intently to his grandmother's words. That childhood belief died with Sateda, because what use are dreams when you live a nightmare?

Sometimes, he resents Atlantis a little. Lost Atlantis. Drowned Atlantis. Who rose up from the sea and breathes and sings while bright, shining Sateda is nothing more than ash and dream-whispers."