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First part of my short story!! Should I publish? Hi. Excerpt from a story about King Arthur, wondering if I should publish. Not really looking at historical inaccuracies, just content. PLEASE DECIMATE IT! “Avalon” It was called the Isle of Apples...but as he looked about him he saw no sign of the red budding fruit., only the silent tread of autumn leaves scattered across the wind. Avalon. No apples rolled onto his feet, for there were only the stones now, and the cold, bright white sun. Soon, he knew, soon those bodies would be stretched out underneath that bright autumn sky like depressed leaves, torn from the stems and laid down before some eternal eye, unblinking, as does deliciously tragic art, within its own brand of cosmic detachment. Arthur looked up, snapping shut the visor over his eyes. In the cold of the day the chain mail beneath his heavy armor seemed to rattle and dance, chattering irritatedly upon his weathered skin. Today, his very old bones seemed hardy, yet broken. Quite broken. He looked up. Something of his blood grew chilled with the passing of the lonely autumn wind. Excalibur sat in his hand. The blade was sacred--born of enchantment--and today it shook in its scabbard, perhaps unnerved at the prospect of returning to its tumultuous place of origin. Arthur placed a hand over the hilt, lingering, and the sword obeyed; Excalibur was never nervous. The isle was the last reminder of all that was lost, and of that which was yet to be gained. The bright white sun seemed a maddening round disk shining in his metal eyes, spinning so that the light fractured and shot out in a spectrum of glittering rays. Like the light of the Avalon sun, such became the Round Table, each soul sitting at it becoming so vehement in his own nature that, once the wheels of treason and unrest had been turned, Arthur could not pull down again on the hub, becoming stuck in the throes of passion and denial. He was destined to be the centrality upon which the chaos pivoted as faces came and faces went. Like a distraught, well-meaning father, Arthur had tried to instill some notions of peace, mercy, and justice into his men. In doing so he was as one who tries to stimulate a dulled horse to run. Peace, mercy, and justice had instead become fragmented, twisted to each man's earthly need, and shot out into the world as broken, hollow arrows of righteousness and justification. Here, Avalon was the intersection, the tiny Isle of Apples surrounded on all sides by black English waters. It was the realm of witches, unspoken magicks and forgotten transgressions. All of the sins, blunders and ignorances of Arthur's life came to a crashing convergence here: his command by the arrangement of too many voices, and not nearly enough insight; Morgause's deception and the birth of Mordred; the fateful meetings of the Queen and the Knight of the Lake; his own sickly oblivion, leaving many of these personal matters to fate; the slow but certain dissemination of the kingdom; his moral folly in pursuing the Grail, only to lose all hope of true prosperity; Lancelot held at Joyous Gard in Northumberland; Mordred's treason, calculation, and the matter of the forged letter; Gawain's spasms of civil destruction; Guinevere fled to the Tower of London; his refusal of her papal-induced apology. The primary emotion propelling his life forward had been the boon and bane of rage. A man's life is as candlelight. Conception is set forth by the striking of the match, ignited by the might of initial force. The young flame, growing, is sustained by the warmth of the bearer, and, at the right conversion of time, transferred to the wick of the candle, where it burns long and hard. Slowly, so slowly, the wax drips down the sides of the glass container, spreading in influence as ringlets of wisdom emanate with age...such emotion is what fuels the apparent power of youth. But as a man grows older he loses some of his fuse. It is then that he may begin to realise the core power hidden in simplicity, truth, honesty, and, above all, forgiveness. Arthur had never forgiven himself. He was as the candle that tried too hard to burn, pushing its own little light against the might of the seemingly endless darkness...in the very opposition of darkness he had sputtered, for he was, indeed, still human. But with the passage of time, he had learned to be as a quiet flame, a spark that dies out right before the night dissolves into final void. He was a special flame: the great, quiet fire within him dared to burn eternally, however faint the echoes were in the darkness, for, as the night dissolved, one may have looked up unto the cosmos. There, the memory of light flickered like a comet tail streaking in faded brilliance across the black canvas. To the insensitive observer this night may have seemed to remain the same, but, if one focused properly, slowly, the small single streak permanently scarred the darkness. *** If you want to read more of There's a lot of unnecessary description here, some nice imagery but there's just too many words used to describe one thing.
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He was as the candle that tried to burn, pushing its own little light against the might of the seemingly endless darkness. It's too "wordy" if that makes sense. You don't need the "the" or "that" or even "its own little" either. "Seemingly endless darkness" is repetitive. Why? It just doesn't fit to have something be "endless" and than "seemingly endless, darkness". Darkness is endless because you can't SEE anything in it.
Try to cut it down like this:
He was as the candle trying to burn, pushing its own light against darkness.
Or this
He was the candle pushing his own light against darkness. (if you want a more lyrical version)
Watch out for the REPETITION, the POV, too much DESCRIPTION
Example:
He was a special flame; the great quiet fire within him dared to eternally, however faint echoes were in the darkness for as the night dissolved one may have looked up into the cosmos.
Cut it down: try this
He was a special flame (leave out the "great quiet fire" because you have just mentioned he was a special flame/ sounds repetitive) daring to burn eternally. Faint echoes were in the darkness (this last part doesn't fit with the rest of the sentence) for as the night dissolved one (try HE) may have looked up into the cosmos (fragment, WHAT? did he see, put what he saw to finish it) say, "for as the night dissolved he may have looked up into the cosmos and saw a "path in the sky" [or something like that]
Biggest issue here is it's too wordy, descriptive and there are too many "and's that's, the's in it" plus it's very repetitive. It has some great imagery, but it's bogged down with all the words and repetition.
If it's an excerpt from a book CHECK COPYRIGHT stuff for it, you can't publish this and paraphrase someone else's work. Do some research, if it's fantasy genre, it can't be King Arthur I don't think because there's a LOT out there about King Arthur as far as stories go.
ALWAYS REGISTER your WORK with the COPYRIGHT office though just in case FIRST.
Hope that helps

Converting between foot candles and watts per square meter? Is there a practical way to convert between foot candles and watts per square meter? I'm trying to relate the light intensity from a meter in foot candles to a theoretical power provided by the sun in watts per square meter. The reason for the conversion is to try to theoretically predict the efficiency of a solar panel based on lab tests. I realize that it varies depending on wavelength, but is there an average weighting factor for sunlight or something similar? One footcandle is equal to 10.76 lux
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1Lux=0.001496 watts/sq. meter

What is the conversion equation from CandlePower to Lumens? Some light bulbs are rated in candle power and others in lumens, I'm trying to find compare alternates. Check out this site:

Science questions? A pinwheel is placed above a hollow tin. When a lighted candle is placed below the tin, the pinwheel begins to spin. Four children make these statements about what they had seen. Yi Lun : The candle has stored energy. Wei man : Hot air rises and kinetic energy of the moving air causes the pin wheel to spin Si Yi : The candle produces heat and light energy when lighted. Xue Xin : It is the light energy from the candle flame that causes the pinwheel to spin. 1.Yin Lun ,Wei Man and Si Yi 2.Yi Lun , Si Yi and Xue Xin 3.Wei Man , Si Yi and Xue Xin 4.everyone Hydroelectric power stations use water to produce electrical energy. The water is kept in a dam before flowing into the power station. Which one of the following shows correctly the energy conversion in the station? 1.Gravitational Potential energy -> Kinetic energy-> Electrical energy 2.Kinetic energy -> Chemical energy -> Electrical energy 3.Gravitational potential energy -> sound energy -> Electrical energy It would be #1 for the first set, and #1 for the second set. (Although I would add in mechanical energy and maybe magnetic energy between the kinetic and electrical, but that doesn't seem to be an option. :-) )

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