Mise en: The Chamber of Secrets & Spells

By Art Moses

About the Book
In Mise en, Art Moses uses, short anecdotes & stories, to portray literary elements. With The Chamber of Spells & Secrets, Moses shows the use, of similes, irony, setting, metaphors & time, while showing social determinants, of health. Readers will be able to, compare & link, habits & behaviors, detrimental to health. Using literary elements & bring, readers into a personal place & time, souvenir.
Fandom creates culture, value & a sense, of community, for an audience. The digital age definitely helps, to create a lifestyle, for an audience & empower an elite minority, of people to think a certain way, traditions.
Moses keeps us enchanted, through a myriad, of writing styles. Moses shows, how multifaceted Language can be, through style, genres & Potter. For writers, Moses’s work can become a guide, to understand, how to write, poetically, creatively & scientifically.
The beauty, of Mise en, is the awareness, of audience. Mise en provides readers, with knowledge, health & interpretation, through literary elements.

About the Author
Vincent Visco is a retired high school English teacher of forty-two years. Originally from Brooklyn where he taught, Visco now resides in Sarasota, Florida. He draws from his experiences of growing up in Brooklyn and the beauty of nature in Florida for inspiration.
Besides teaching all genres and literary periods, Visco also taught creative and expository writing, as well as public speaking. He's been writing most of his life, starting with fiction, but then twenty years ago, he switched to poetry as his major form of expression.
Visco is currently a member of the Lakewood Ranch Scribes, a writers’ group that was featured in an article from a local magazine. They work in all genres which helps create a variety of different insights. He has amassed a large collection of works, with Magic and Wonder being his first completed collection of poems. As in his career, he always looks to present the world in a positive framework where anything can be accomplished if given the right motivation and tools. His poetry provides that sort of motivation for any age and demographic area.

• Language: English
• Publisher: RoseDog Books
• Release date: Sep 26, 2023
• ISBN: 9781636610627

Book preview

Hero’s Journey

Not one passed the test, a powerful ending, Pure-Bloods. No one said there will always be sunshine, the hero who wouldn’t die. A lot of talk, of marriage in my scene, I know reign. All I can do for. I had a lot of wizardry et dreams for. A caste system of passing rule, my reign & judgments, black is the color that rules in this scene.

The narrative, a symbol of love, a new religion, latent et manifested. What can love & big dreams bring? Genre, styles, drama, laughter, a kiss, a young world, disappointment, family, a dream, Conflict, Kashmir, a back story of history. Standing on the frontline, twenty-one guns salute stand right there. I had sweat beads, running down my spine.

I was getting over the past, chills, a period of intense excitement, a host of unnatural sensations, sword play. I made a commitment, to changing my old ways of thinking. My vision wasn’t clear. I thought of no place ever staying the same. Life wasn’t fair, life’s forte. I was back to stop the refusal, Lily, the return of demons. I had to open doors, remove hinges.

I wanted to look deeper into love, when the storms were over. I think the message was to be understanding, when the clouds are apart. We are living beings. When the skies are clear, we need to protect our emotions. I wanted everyone to know there is a story behind love. There was a time. Not long ago, where we lived in a world with enchanted elegant palaces.

I would clearly leave no room. I could vanish after every lost love, my scripture my obsession. On with the wind never to be seen, I could never return to my dreams. Mise en, which would only mean, a journey, a call to adventure in a small place, a box of pretty little things. I had to overcome. I needed guidance through a small place. I have one chance, the light at the end of the tunnel. Mark my words. Never be scared. Exposed to oppression, risks are always in involved. A sold soul with the power to be destroyed, I was in Kashmir to love, understand the world. I had to test fears of disappointments.

The refusal & disprove insecurities of love & hate. My Haji on communal topics; Love & hate there is a thin black line. The rewards of love, no church in the wild, elders of the village told stories of heaven & more. What a King to a God? Zing! I’m the King. I disappeared in the vapor. What’s the punishment for hate? Did hate run through me? Lies on the lips, I could turn hate into motivation. I have to channel my energy right. Was hell cold, for a non believer? Or hate, what would be the minds fate? Create a safe place & unite. I had to look myself over. I got that glow. Examine carefully, thoroughly. I was in this dream many times before. I slid out of bed. The world was new every time. Overcoming new ordeals, removing conflict, crossing thresholds, like a dream.

Cultural Invisibility, the majority, family conflict, theorizing, being afraid of disappointing a family scene, disguised as a feast. I had to make specific observations, Mise en. Fast paced, intense, magical & fun. Come first. I never knew what to expect, morning ritual. I had to act very natural, Mise en. We were upbeat & loving with one another. Look out. Peace is nice to know.

Message: I have a question for the mirror. Clearly, I couldn’t be ruled. Damaged, a powerful sound, the desert, morbid conditions & narrow roads, the roads were bad, low walls, bringing a world of despair, wallows.

I treasured my journey. I returned, with a hidden gift, to share, self love & beware. I looked deeper into my mind. Every day I tried. A beautiful small place, a getaway, no mother, no father, I had to let go every day. What can love & dreams bring every day? A perception, a curiosity, was I being ruled by a bad mind? He didn’t even speak English properly. The imprisonment, the years of strained relationships, everyone said no, now, separation, agitation of the mental state.

Mise-en-scene: The night was cool. Sirius black, Come down over me. The moon, I tried to see the light, skyscrapers, stargazed. The view was shape shifting. The stars were big & bright, looking over, star-crossed. My initiation into a new place, takes my life. The start of my film, documentary, the arrival through celestial bodies, the Chao, the cosmos, awakening was a gift of life. I tried every day. The night was cool, a starry Black Knight. The day was beautiful, cloudy, hot & dry. The buildings were glowing in the sunlight. The bricks were moving, the ordinary world. The sunlight seems to inspire, bring heat & relax me. My demographics, I craved for Earth, the blue place. The people spoke Kashmiri, Hindi & Modern English. All I could do was remain golden. In the middle of nowhere, I was back with nothing, very hard to keep going, with nothing. Like an invisible force holding me back.

I thought of following my dreams. I tried. There was a lot more to love. The oppression of women, love & black, there was a hidden war.

Mise-en,  Lighting, Mental Illness

Interrupted, cry, predominately white women, all different social classes were in a mental magic facility. You try, cry & talk. The women were magically et mentally there. I wish. I could have you back. Faint light directly yonder window breaks, nobody promised me pain. Many years lapsed & no visitors.

The women’s facility was tattered & antique. The women enjoyed television, gossip, science & ice cream socials; Music instruments, checked in on comfortless furniture. The women discussed many different topics, science & magic, the discoloration of age & life struggles. All were well versed, in mental illness, family first & men.

Drama, magic, I looked deep into what love & war can do to a person’s mental state. I was around. I found being at war. My mind was pre-disposed to an onset of disorders, a bad mental place. Vacant eyes like empty hallways & Gothic archways. I had abandon life.

Torture & pain, the Language, superstition, the singing of old southern slave song, the cold, snowy sadness, decayed white trees, a bad dream, awakened, cry, extensive decay et fear.

I blame Mise en on me. Shaking off my demons must have been a bad dream. I wanted self rule. My mind was in shackles & chains, a fever, clanging, heart beating fast, a jungle. The tale of a heart, no one cares? Isolation & rage, self cuts turned to scabs. I wanted improvement, the mansion. The house displayed no color. I wouldn’t give up. I couldn’t see how tough. I was, chained to something, a dwelling, a tenant, a long road of sufferance, the Purebloods.

Relationships are chaotic & intense. I was scared, a mixture of fears. I was rapidly cycling. I tried to stand silently. No sleep, the beating grew, brewed louder. Until I broke down & cried.

I could develop a disorder. Heart beating, mind racing. I couldn’t give up, disregard, the Dark Arts. The effects of every personality can come out. Until we both break down & cry. A self image from a traumatic past, I was anti-social. Isolated, I had outburst, mistrusted, Mise en, no sleep, ennuy`e & issues with men. Until we break, a witch.

Low self-esteem, taking things personal, aggression, negative emotions are definitely damaging to mental health. I was inaccessible from within. The war needed to end. I had hardships, with speaking up. Simple dilemmas, I could not focus. People thought I was easy. Unfamiliar with the fancies, the images ordinary people stir up. I would give up. I was muted. From trauma of past experiences, life seemed hopeless. I breathed in sorrow.

My overall, look & feel, the end was near, the stern air, Mise en. The end scenes, what was I looking for? I didn’t know what I was looking for. The feel was despair & the look was dark, even darker than before. I franticly searched. I can’t find Lisa. I was interrupted. My head was screaming, the staircase.

This scene made me feel hopeless. Like nothing was going to ever change. Mental illness baffled the physicians, difficulty tracing the origin.

Everything was white, blank with fear. All I could remember, the paint & snow. The fallen snow reflected the moonlight to illuminate the corner of the room. The blackness of the floors, the glow had me under pressure. The scene, a shaded realm, you want to come? Some of the girls had to cover their eyes to sleep. The nights were frozen cold, in my dreams. My