Visionary

Okay, so this piece is kind of yucky for several different reasons.

Right now, it looks like you're going through the metaphor stage-- that is, if it ain't a metaphor, it's out. Unfortunately, this means that you have a bunch of different metaphors that really don't connect to each other. At all. Your overall theme has to do with celestial movements, but you switch so randomly that it seems more like a detached, disjointed dream than anything else. And mind you, I love dreams and everything, but the detached feel of this dream is killing this piece. There is nothing for the reader to identify with, no humanity, nothing, so it falls flat. It sounds pretty, if you don't think about the word choice (more on that later) but the piece doesn't matter. It really doesn't.

And the word choice! I know what you're thinking--some people use a high vocabulary and I am one of those people. Fine. But that doesn't mean that you can be completely nonsensical. And unfortunately, for the most part your words are just cotton balls. Though they are different, yes, and varied too, they are not strong or suitable.

For one, your adjectives suck. To see how badly the adjectives were hampering the piece, I took them all out. Here are the results:

Around and around they danced, faces hidden inside the masks that clung to their features like ivy. He peered at her mask through the slits that allowed him the faintest of vision; why, he did not know, but clearly her eyes were staring back at him. The rest of her face was concealed behind that exterior, made up of paper and peacock feathers arranged in designs.

The music increased; the footsteps echoed as the hundred dancers swirled together, leaves traveling – sailing! – across the wind to find their mother oak. He could not take his eyes off her form, her body that moved in sync with the melody that grew louder as if tuning itself to his heartbeat. She spun in front of him and yet eternities away; the chasm that was the tile separating the two, covered with stars, and mocked the boy for his hesitancy.

He could stand it no longer; he tore off his mask, felt the light of the chandelier drowning him in kisses, so unpleasant that it reminded him of her once more, unbearable to his skin. There was only the pounding of the boy’s ribs cascading their melody of flesh as he flung himself forward, seeing her for the first time like heaven itself. Ignoring the other masqueraders, who pushed past him in their movements across that starry floor, he found himself swept forward to where she was now standing. The dancer reached and flung off her mask, his heart now pulsating to its highest extent.

Before he could see any of the angel that he knew must lay beyond, her face was blanketed by the light of the chandelier above them both. Light pounded through his eyes, reducing his vision to brightness. Screaming, he stumbled forward, grasping at the air. It was too late. The girl, who had waited until the end of time, disappeared, along with those around her into the chandelier above that looked down upon the masquerade ball. One by one, the dancers glanced at the ceiling, barren of anything but white, and vanished, only the clicking sounds of their footsteps remaining behind for not more than seconds to remind the world of their passing.

Tears straining his eyes, the boy looked up and cursed the flames arranged in their circles that were suspended from the ceiling by a chain. The fire crackled, cursing back at him for his folly. He shut his eyes and his heart, the memories of the girl diminishing until they were naught but dreams. Realization corroding within him, he sank to the floor of the universe, sobs escaping his throat, cries of what wasn’t and what could not be.

The music increased in its volume again across the hall, the patron of the ball that never had occurred.

OH wow. Very beautifully written.
Very enigmatic and like what they say: haunting.
I felt like I was in a dream or something.
I didn't think I found any mistakes either.
I loved the way you described the surroundings and everything
In fact, I love everything about this story.
You deserve a gold star for this! I enjoyed it very much

Hi Galerius!

I haven't been on YWS for awhile, so I thought I'd send you a belated welcome. So, WELCOME TO YWS!!! *throws banners and balloons and whatnot*

Now, to your story. It was nice, very nice. Probing, mysterious, haunting...but almost too haunting. In fact, I was thinking, "Whoa, Phantom of the Opera!" the whole time. Just out of curiosity, is it based on that? You know, the whole beautiful, ethereal girl, the man who loses it all, a chandelier, a destroying fire? I don't know, maybe I'm hallucinating myself...

I think your story was too vague. Personally, I believe the best way to get a story across is to include some detail that make us at least aware of who the characters are. The part that really confused me was the line about all of them disappearing into the chandelier. Reading it over a second time, I realize it might be they turned away from him, casting him out or something along those lines, but my immediate reaction was, "So, he's watching them fly up into a chandelier?" Also, the reason I was thinking POTH was because your story could also be interpreted as the chandelier killing them all since they "disappeared."

Best of luck!

Wiggy

P.S. EDIT: So, haha, I just realized the ball never occurred. So forget that tripe about the chandelier and all. I see your ethereal language as fitting now! lol Unfortunately, it also sounds even more like Phantom of the Opera to me. You might want to watch that. Again, hope it goes well! I'd like to see more of this.

Hello, Galerius. Saw your title and it caught my eye right away

And yes, I must agree with Clup91 that this was very deep. Your use of imagery was amazing, flawless. The only part that caught me to be a little confusing was the part when the light blinded him. Was this his imagination or was the light from the girl?

Other than that, it was very good. I'm guessing the main girl is a ghost returning to heaven, along with the other dancers, who are also ghosts. And then he descends into his own personal hell? I don't know, that's just how I took it

Anyway, I thought it was beautifully written!

Whoa. That is deep and powerful!
I liked the descriptions...the emotive descriptions! I also liked the amount of the boy's emotion you had included in the extract, also how fast-paced it was and the passion that he had.
There doesn't seem to be any grammatical or spelling errors that I can see, so that's pretty cool.
It even took me a while to keep up, maybe I'm stupid , or maybe it's the sheer speed that I was competing myself with! It's a great idea- is it a dream? Daydream? Is the girl based on a girl he knows in real life? Is this a dramatic dream -or vision- of what had happened to him? A bad break up? Unrequited love?
So many questions!!!! Gargh, I love questioning, but that means you have to answer me with some more posts of you story!