The hardest part in writing is to develop or illicit an emotional response from the reader; that is, draw the reader into the story and make the reader feel the writer's intent.
I am not a fan of writing short, brief, sentences, which I call stilted; because short sentences make it difficult to create a smooth flow of sentences.
Short sentences tend to sound like you're reading a "how to" manual.
Readers tend to like flowing sentences; easier for the reader to fall into the story.
Not quite sure what was going on here:
.....family was as if ... you developed a spot on your face or something?
I had developed countless spots and forgotten about them.
Did they actually think a death could be forgotten so easily?
This short story seems unfinished..as a reader, I would ask, where is the hair raising adventure?
I preface this by saying I'm not sure what your intent was, so I won't make any suggestions.
I will say that you have the ability to illicit emotions from the reader and THAT is the HARDEST part of writing.
From my own experiences; I've considered that some interactive "ghosts" simply choose to enjoy the after life in the place that gave them the most pleasant memories. As a religious person, I also think (maybe hope) that when we pass on and wait for the second coming; we spend that time waiting,with others of our family that have passed on before us. Basically, a family reunion in the after life.
Let me preface this by saying, I am not skilled at writing verses.
Good title
Poems message understandable
When I read a poem, I always start wanting to feel the lyrical verse, so when I read one that is free verse; it's hard not to want to force it into a lyrical verse.
I would only suggest rephrasing some areas because my mind wants it read lyrically
Excellent flash story, reminded me of that old Ronald Reagan television show.
Writting smooth and flowed well.
Great characterization
Only one suggestions: I would change side arms to six guns, side arms a more current term.
Well maybe a second suggestion...the drink...rye, cider and a twist of lemon...hmmmm
I found one error, I would blame it on spell check. .....my sites were set.....rather....my sights were set.
Reminded me of my last hunt before I enlisted. A California boy, we, my dad, uncles and I, hunted the Mendicino mountain range for white tail. This porved to be my last hunt too.
My first kill was with a K-bar...what I remember about that was he was quick and I was scared shitless.
I like this ....in so few words it speaks loudly...well done.
And his calmness gave me comfort too, and strength. I grabbed my rifle, and as we charged towards death we felt no fear or remorse, only courage. We were eternal.
Not one veteran ever discloses that most personal of personal dream that replays over and over again...this is so true. Doesn't matter what war, this scene is the same in countless of households across this country.
I commend you for trying to put into words what veterans go through
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