Hi, Carly, I'm reviewing this interesting little story for I Write in 25.
The protagonist sounds as if she doubts herself in every way. She was hearing voices in her mind, those voices berating her for her poor performance at work, for her laziness in not cooking a balanced meal and for drinking too much.
I think we've all experienced days like those, when imagined voices seem to be ganging up on us. Yet these voices were being deliberately cruel, driving her into a frenzy of self doubt. Then surprisingly another voice, but this time it is soothing, kind, and admonishes the cruel, intimidating ones with just a few words.
How wonderful it would be if we all had access to a Goddess to reassure and calm. Much like a mother would soothe an anxious child.
I noticed one typo: piss pour, should be spelled piss poor.
I found this sweet story on Read and Review and I’m so glad I did.
The story began sadly, and as I, only a couple of weeks ago fainted whilst in hospital and hit my head on the concrete floor, was counting my blessings that I’d escaped with just a bad concussion.
I recognised in the dialogue the way nurses tend to speak to their more elderly patients when they’re unable to escape.
My face broke into a smile though when the face of that gorgeous dog appeared in the doorway holding the red ball in his mouth.
I’m sure animals do have a beneficial effect on the unwell and I hope Emily made a rapid recovery.
Thank you forgiving me something pleasant to read before I close my eyes for the day.
Sue
Hi, I’ve just finished reading this story and wanted to tell you how it made me feel.
I remember 1954, I was ten. The story took me back to that time and summer. The setting reminded me of my childhood, riding my bike and the smell of new mown grass. The dragonfly, with its iridescent blue wings added to my enjoyment.
I thought Mr Maple must have been Laura’s father, I couldn’t imagine a neighbour speaking to Lara and Dean like he did. The way Dean reacted to Mr Maple though, with silence and compliance was correct for those times. I think today both the children would have told him it was none of his business.
You wrote that they only passed polite words when they saw each other and yet that they wrote to each other while Laura was away nursing? It doesn’t seem likely they would have done that.
It’s a beautifully written piece, very atmospheric and gentle.
Thank you for sharing.
Sue.
Hello I’m reviewing your story for I Write.
Eric didn’t let his sister put him off his performance outfit, he obviously was a person who knew his own mind. I was waiting to see if you were going to describe his clothes, but cleverly you decided to let anyone who reads your story to use their imagination. I have poor Eric dressed in a Latin American flouncy blouse with tight black pants!
As usual you went with the prompt and your imagination ran with it. Well done.
Sue
I loved this cheeky little story. The first sentence had me guessing where this was going. Knowing your fondness for horror I imaging a knife wielding burglar. But, no, it was a fearless lover whose intentions were far from honourable.
One does wonder where and when the expose will occur and why these secret lovers don’t just come clean.
Thanks for the smile.
Sue
Hello, Amethyst Angel 🌼 I was checking the results of the Musicology Anthology when I noticed your entry had been disqualified. I know how you feel as I’ve been there too. No word count? How annoying it is to be disqualified for such a simple error after the hours spent on producing a very fine piece of writing.
I liked your story very much, it was quite inventive. I liked the retired detective angle.
I could sense the struggle you’re having with the idea of a benevolent being and why life’s not fair. I think we all must contemplate that same subject at sometime or another.
I’m sorry you were disqualified and yet your disqualification was the reason I decided to stop and read and review.
I hope you had more success in the other contest you were entering. I know it’s probably frowned upon to say one is disappointed not to have at least been in the first three winners but I was, just a little and I think that is just fine to admit.
You are prolific, talented writer. Please continue to write, I enjoy reading your stories.
Hi, welcome to WdC, you may be new here but you’re certainly not new to writing. It was interesting to read about how you came to be a novelist after often feeling you were failing at English at school.
I wonder if you remember that first book in which you got lost in the story? How pleased the author would have been if he only knew he/she’d been the one to open your eyes to the enjoyment a book can bring.
Your blog sounds interesting, I wondered if you’re going to share your days in a blog here on WdC?
That’s why I started blogging. Every week on my blog I pull back the curtain: this line was repeated. I thought it might have been unintentional.
Hi, Jeff, I’m reviewing this poem for I Write. At first I wasn’t sure what it was I was reading until I checked out Cards Against Authors Activity.
I hope your entry is accepted as I was under the impression our entries for I Write had to be for an official contest.
Anyway well done for following the prompts given. Also for imagining a genie, who had spent so much time and effort granting the wishes of so many, was now forced to spend his hard fought for freedom flipping burgers or rustling up fast food for life. I’m actually wondering if he might prefer his old life.
I’m presuming your fast food recommendations are real places and you have experienced the cuisine. I’m afraid I won’t be making the journey from Australia to try them, but I’m sure with a ex genie in charge the food would be magical!
Hi, I’m reviewing this poem for I Write. I must say I’ve never heard of a contrapuntal poem before. I think being faced with the prompts for this contest I would have run a mile!
You have done an amazing job encompassing all four genres in each stanza. You obviously wrote a four line stanza using each genre separately first and then divided them into the three verses you’ve presented—well that’s how I would have tackled it if I’d have been brave enough to even try.
So well done on a nicely finished poem.
Sue
Hi, Jeffrey, I came across this story on Read and Review. It was an intriguing read with an ending I definitely wasn’t expecting. I loved the descriptive lines. There were a few but I quite enjoyed the behemoth with padded feet! Unsure of the desert with a migraine though.😳
Poor Delores, it appeared that she wasn’t the only one the storm got to!
I hope Frank wasn’t intending to go on a killing spree at the neighbours. But I guess we’ll never know.
Hi, Carolyn, I see you suggest you were feeling slightly unhinged. I know how you feel. How sick are we are at always protecting ourselves from those who'd do us harm, take what's not theirs for their own without much effort?
Yes, I too sometimes feel like shouting, "come on in the door is open, tramp through my life, my home, take what I have."
I loved your sarcasm, your denial of cats—that's the one which got me—and all the lines which attempt to show your disdain for those who wish us ill.
Great little poem, hope you felt better after letting off some steam.
Hi, I came across this intriguing story on Read and Review. It was a very interesting read. It didn’t really surprise me, although I guess it should, after all it’s difficult to believe the British are so gullible. However it probably would work anywhere, at least in any wealthy country, where the wealthy have more money than sense.
I suppose the experiment proves something, although what I’m still unsure. You write, he wanted to manipulate the internet. Well, we all know, or should by now, the internet is full of lies and illusion. We’re all being constantly manipulated, either by fake news, deep fakes or clever scammers.
Have we learned nothing since the tale of ‘The Emperor’s New Clothes’?
People wanted to believe and yes, to be able to brag how wonderful they were because they’d seen them with their own eyes.
I think Mr Butler is nothing more than a man with too much time on his hands and is no better than one of the thousands of scammers we need to be on guard against on a daily basis.
Anyway thanks for sharing.
Hello again, what a delicious pay back story. How wonderful it was for Helen to put Evelyn in her place. She was very condescending, especially when she presumed Helen might not be able to afford a suitable dress for a party. You did a great job with the word prompts. I’m always amazed at the different stories that get written using the same three little words to spark ideas.
Great job as usual. I hope you did well in the contest.
Sue
Hello, Amethyst Angel 🌼 I am reviewing this poem for I Write in 25.
I’m probably not the right person to be commenting on this. Firstly I’m not a poet and secondly not religious. However as the saying goes I know what I like.
This poem is about faith. Faith has such a powerful meaning for such a small word. What is faith I ask myself and how do I, myself, travel through life without having much of it?
What do I have faith in?
I have faith in myself that I will always be there for my friends and family if I’m needed.
Do I have faith in others? Not really.
Do I have faith in world leaders that they will stop the killing and attempt to find peace? Again the answer is No.
I was raised to be an agnostic. On my father’s war record which I recently found he named his religion as Realism. So as you can probably guess how I see the world.
Having said all that I wished I did have faith in a supreme being who will rescue me in times of trouble.
I loved reading your poem and envy you your faith. May it be rewarded.
Hi, Keaton, I came across this short poem on Read and Review. It was written so long ago and I wondered what it was that had inspired you.
It’s been so long since hanging or indeed the death penalty itself, has been in force in Australia. I think the last man to hang was in the fifties, almost three quarters of a century ago.
The death penalty is a subject which divides people. I can understand the eye for an eye point of view and yet is it really civilised to deliberately take another’s life? Doesn’t that make the law makers just as culpable?
Good poem though and food for thought.
Cheers Sue
I came across this story when I visited your portfolio. The reason I was there in the first place was because I’d read something in your blog which made me curious.
I had read your story about time and the watch repairer and I liked it very much. This story Peace of Mind is also one which resonates with me. Peace of mind is an invaluable, intangible asset to have, but it’s also so hard to come by, especially now with all the talk of war and so much violence in the world. The only way we can have peace of mind is to do what we can locally, in our communities and within our family.
I did smile as I pictured the Chemist and the Cafe Proprietor each crossing the road to find a cure for their headaches. You are so right, we all have the answer to our problems within us, yet we seek answers elsewhere for the cure.
Thank you for sharing this wisdom.
Sue
Hello, I’m reviewing this story for I Write. I was more than interested to read this story as a fellow entrant in the same contest. Quotation Inspiration does what it usually does and gives a quotation prompt which may lead us a million different ways. This month’s prompt was no exception. I liked your take on it as your protagonist strives to make the most of her struggles to be allowed to live her dream, that of working in a sector to which she’s most suited.
The overpowering teacher/mother made my blood boil and I hoped this was not a true story, although I have the feeling there is more than a grain of truth in it.
I wish you success in the contest. Thank you for sharing a compelling read.
Sue
Hi, Jim thank you so much for sharing this story. It popped up on Read and Review and I’m so pleased it did.
Of course this was written in 2010 but it doesn’t alter the fact that this happened.
I’ve heard of people doing this and one does wonder WHY.
In this case the couple who paid someone else’s bill so generously were young and had four young children. They didn’t appear to be people who were affluent, and with such a large family it was highly unlikely they would have been. And yet they did such an unusual thing. All sorts of questions one wants to ask. You mentioned a couple of reasons but it still makes me think there was more to it, but what the real reason was I couldn’t say. Maybe someone had done the same for them and they were just passing on the good deed.
Some things stay in one’s mind don’t they, even many years later?
Is it that kindness is so rare these days? I hope not and that these random acts of kindness happen more frequently than we know.
Thanks again for sharing. It’s a nice story to go to sleep thinking about.
I don’t think you’re working two jobs these days Jim, are you?
Hi, Mia, I have read this and the introduction as directed and I’ve fanned you, as I see your potential. I’m sorry I didn’t notice or welcome you when you first joined WdC three months ago.
Oh my, your introduction blew me away. How can someone so young know themselves and others so well? Triggering is a word not in my vocabulary until recently. You list all the potential triggers and pitfalls reading your words may promote in others, as if you have experienced many of them.
Anxiety, a word which wasn’t mentioned back when I was a child and yet I know my mother was gripped by it. I’m speaking of a time so long ago you as a teen perhaps would think of as ancient history.
I wonder if you’ve ever heard of generational trauma? My mother’s anxiety has been passed down through the generations and as an eighty year old, I, my daughter and her daughter deal with anxiety on a day to day basis.
Being a writer you are in the unique position of being able to express your feelings through the medium of words. I hope you continue to cultivate your talent. It will assist you throughout your life journey.
In the introduction I loved that you keep your discarded/lost characters close and still converse with them. I’m sure they’ll continue to make their presence known in further stories.
As for the prologue, it’s a great hook and makes this fan want to read more.
Write on.
Sue
I came across this entry for Flash Fiction in which you were not only required to write using less than 300 words but to use the three prompt words. I have always like to read the Flash Fiction entries as they are usually great at meeting the restrictions.
This little story was no exception. You managed to tell a story with a beginning, middle and an ending with a lesson included. What better lesson for a parent to learn than when a child, in his innocence, makes you see the error of your ways.
There was just one paragraph which you could make clearer and that was this one: They were in the kitchen and Nancy held him while he washed his hands and sat down to his potato salad. She wondered how to handle this
Perhaps use talked to him rather than held him?
Great little story, I enjoyed reading it.
Sue
Well, hello, welcome to WdC. I found this personal opinion piece on Read and Review.
Your opinion on romance leaves little to the imagination. You laid it out there, naked for all to see. I feel you have a jaundiced view on the trials and tribulations of love. If I had to guess I’d say you’d been hurt by someone, perhaps someone you thought loved you.
Of course I may be completely wrong and you are a totally complete person not needing anyone to share your life with.
I suppose it doesn’t matter, but I did what I always do when I’m reviewing and that is to check the bio. Disappointed, I found you hadn’t filled it in, so I’m unable to guess whether you’re female or male or anything about you at all. If I had to have a stab at your gender though, I’d say male.
I’ve lived a very long time and married for sixty of those years to the same person. As for romance my husband doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body. Yet we raised a family together, have faced many trials and bad times together and that to me is romantic in a completely different sense of the word. Let’s change romance to loyalty. I find his loyalty more than any flowers or romantic gestures.
Till death us do part. Now that’s what I call romance.
Just pointing out a few typos in your piece.
In the penultimate line you omitted a word after distopian, such as world maybe?
The last line: infant did you mean to write in fact?
Sue
What a beautiful entry for The Bard’s Hall Contest. I read each line and everything you wrote inspires me to be better. Your first line reminds me of the times when I’ve taken a deep breath, wiped away the tears and just got on with it. I’m sure all of us have done at some point yet not realising we are beginning life anew each time we don’t give in.
The line about age just being a number reminded me of a line from a song I heard recently. The line was how old would you be if you never knew the day you were born?. That set me thinking and I considered the fact that each day (depending on various factors) I feel a different age. Sometimes 30 sometimes 80!
Every perfectionist like to hide his imperfections. I’m glad not to be a perfectionist then, it must be really hard work.
Thank you for your positivity, although I know you’ve many reasons not to be so positive. You’re a great example to those of us who have nothing too bad to complain about yet still do.
Sue
Hi, Bill, I saw this story on newsfeed the other day but had forgotten the title. I had to go and scroll through your portfolio until I found it as I had intended reviewing it at the time of reading.
Of all the many clever horror stories I’ve read of yours, this one in particular made me squirm. I am ok with guts spilling out on to the ground and puddles of blood, that’s a physical horror which could happen to any of us, given the right bus at the wrong time!
But the horror of a predator with no conscience and little girls, is one that remains in one’s mind and seeps out in the darkness of night in dreams. It leaves one wondering which one walking amongst us has such evil intentions.
Well done for making this horror genre fan feel repulsed.
Cheers Sue
Hi, I read your story with interest as I’m also writing, or trying to, a story for the same contest using the same prompt! I know a few people who have been diagnosed with this condition and none had it as badly as your protagonist. Wouldn’t it be dreadful to be so rigid and paranoid about every tiny detail? It would take so much longer to get anything done.
Your description of her compulsions was very detailed, I began to feel anxious myself!
You certainly followed the instructions to show and not tell, I almost felt as if I was in her kitchen! Well done.
Good luck in the contest.
Sue
Hi, this tasty little item popped up in Read and Review. Thank you for sharing this recipe, I still couldn’t conjure up how this meal was to be eaten despite the colourful picture. What would you eat first? Would you eat the chicken with your fingers, (finger lickin’ good)? Only then would you tackle the waffles? But then it becomes two separate dishes doesn’t it? Waffles aren’t my favourite thing. I prefer pancakes myself. As for chicken, I never fry it. I love a roast chicken though served with mashed potato and vegetables. I did smile when I read that you’d add a small bowl of fruit to the meal. I guess it would take the edge off the guilt having consumed so many calories!
So International Waffle Day passed me by, I’m afraid. I wonder if there is an International day of the chicken?
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