Ah. People will be people no matter where they might dwell. Mixing and highlighting relationships into a Sci/fi setting is a good way to bring emotion in, adding color, nuance and connection between writer and reader.
There are some technical details that turned into hiccups disturbing my reading flow such as finding 'out' in place of where 'our' belonged. I liked space location, the work setting and mention of a special lovers day. It would be fun to see these expanded into a larger edition of this tale.
Emotions paint such vivid mental pictures. Dark black wishes, perhaps a few green with envy mix in surreal images with the blues. What I like best about this quick and fervent guide to modern dating is weighing of how things work, how they might be better served and the tick of time passing along the way.
I liked this soul searching mind puzzle. It blends deep and shallow questions with a sprinkling of humor added to the mix. What I enjoyed most was seeing the author attempt to weave words together in an attempt to build an answer defying the ages.
Nice punch of action and suspense in this flash fiction. The writing looked hurried as well, with several grammatical hiccups read along the way distracting my reading flow. I liked the focus and edgy visual imagery. Entering contests with prompts is good practice in polishing one's set of authoring skills.
Thanks for the ride. I got hooked into coming and reading about this adventure when I learned how long you've made this your second home. I wanted to learn a bit more about this phenomena (and did).
This is not so much a travelogue (although it is that, as well), as it is a journey into the heart and soul of an explorer into the human condition. The reaction to meeting penpal and excitement sharing roller coaster ride felt much the same. I loved the green nails image.
Being a published author who knows their craft, shows.
Wadda fine find. You cat'n around pussyfooting a tall tale like this without pause. Makes my own sound punny, tis truth.
Saw you flirt'n at SCREAMS!!! and dropped by. Glad I did. Won't catch me feeding strays or stealing what don't belong. Got me a half wild kitty seems partial kin to what you described. Difference is, mine keeps others at bay, god bless. Think you verah much.
Welcome back, and thank you for your emotional tribute to those hosting this site. Sometimes writing can be a solitary and lonely experience. Having fans supporting your efforts is truly a blessing not all are able to embrace. Writing and posting here shows how much writing is a part of your life. Coming back often can only strengthen that.
An interesting find when plucking the 'read & review' button. I usually pass up longer reads, went to the bottom, read the last paragraph and worked my way backwards through this woman's harried life to the beginning. I ended up at the title and description hardly knowing the time had passed. A fascinating journey. Loved the 'What if' comment and where it had taken both the author and me, the reader on its journey.
Some good weaving of imagery with the doll. A few technical hiccups such as - on what little she know of the child. All in all, a welcome treat to find in the land of the WdC.
This kind of sublime rhyme is catchy enough to be easily memorized and used for walking and talking to oneself with. A remembrance of wisdom to be passed on to children who walk smaller steps, twice as many, to keep up with one's own. Passing it on offers encouragement, courage and dangles satisfaction when one has to walk alone in unknown paths.
Nice graphic cover for this small bit of meaningful prose. I wondered which WdC contest this was written for and if there was a specific prompt. No matter. The free verse speaks for itself. That challenge of creating succinct inspiration within so few words met with success.
A fun read, filled with mystery and tight suspense. My mind kept going on after the ending, filling in a few echo's, like, who these two men were, their past and why the obvious threat of there mere presence.
After ruminating a bit, I caught on this was a piece of flash fiction with the prompt in bold meant for a contest. Quite imaginative and well written other than one technical blip - You would have though that anybody
Quite the master of turning emotion into words. Well done.
Simple, direct and expressive. The title and description drew me in, thinking this might be about a coming of age story. It was but not the one expected.
The first sentences turned the focus of the main character in my mind to being about a dog. The next few amplified the feeling of this being the life story of a military or police dog, maybe a service dog but likely one of the three.
The ending brought things into focus with a nice rewarding surprise twist. "Got me," I smiled. Funny, where a story takes a trusting reader. One that is well written as smoothly and tightly woven as this was a joy to be found.
<shiver> "Oh, rats." The sound in the hallway brought James Madison to his feet. Shakespeare fluttered the pages of MacBeth in a whisper like soft clapping hands congratulating themselves.
The college dorms were creepy with students doing creepy things, leaving windows open for all sorts of surprises, both intended and not, crawling in. "Nothing." The sound that drew him out had expired.
James Madison didn't notice the spots of blood on the floor nor the half chewed up baseball bat that had rolled around the hallway bend. "Sure quiet. Wish I could study like my neighbor. Bet he aces this assignment."
See what your imagination inspired? Thanks for sharing. Keep on writing.
I remember those long windy conversations twisting into whirlwinds or nothing at all. Usually conscripted with one friend at a time for deeper probing into the mysteries of the infinite. I was much younger then, but a few of those conundrums seek restless relief, still.
It is nice to see such seeds still grow and flourish with their never ending quest. I hope you find them useful guides in future writings.
Hello, fellow nature lover. Thank you for noticing "Your Better Nature Contest" . When I saw your handle come up in my port's left column, I just had to come explore your own writing space. I am glad I did.
This poem attracted my attention with it's folder title - favorite season poems. Halloween is my favorite time of the year to write about, as well. What I liked most about this verse were how the stanzas rhymed with such powerful words joined together. It made them dance. Quite the joyful reading experience.
After our brief conversation about our common interest in nature, I had to come explore. Of course, the name of this poem attracted me. Each time I reread the lines they blurred into the images they represented. Truly a deep and abiding visit with my favorite spiritual place of succor was found the entrance to. I worshiped and was refreshed in the energy of the soul.
Thank you for sharing your talent. This one's a keeper.
I like the surprise popping up when I hit the 'read & review' button. The variety and quality of posted work varies from inept first imaginings cradled in new birth to the polished maturity of true art. This is one of the latter.
Thank you for the explanation of the history of this poetic form. The allure to explore it further has inspired a new quest.
Enchantment and secrets mysteriously revealed from crumbling bygone times of yore are well encapsulated within this flow of words. What I liked best were the chosen phrasing made picturesque, ephemeral shivering ghosts of memories lore.
Writing surprise endings which ends up flipping the reader on their mental ear is a major fun reason for engaging in such activity. Well done. The flavor of profundity and intellectual exercising blurred my struggling attempt to follow and see where these few short lines were going. Until the end, where the rug was pulled out from under my feet and I, too, landed on my ear.
strange how a mantra can steal one's mind. That is echo'd in this lines tumbling the same words over and over themselves. What impressed me is how we cudgel ourselves with self destructive behavior in order to reinforce desperate feelings near being out of control. It seems to be a way of reinforcing self sustaining limits?
<blink> Extreme politics is definitely on the rise. Orgasmic, seismic rupture of civilized order occurs independently of reason. It is a tribute to our creativity as is this holiday short story's imagery emblazoned on my eyeballs.
All due to requests to wear a mask. (Two masks, now that the virus in this year of our Lord 2021 is becoming an orgasmic explosion with new varieties appearing naked and ready to rape any opening can be found.
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