Your poem carries a powerful message - the
Second Coming. I'm unsure about the word Son. First reading I thought you meant Sun. Second reading I thought you meant Son. After the third reading I'm on the fence.
You have some graphic scenes and it held my attention to the last word. It would be more vivid with some extra descriptions. I assume George was kicking and screaming when dragged from bed. And I would have liked to know the purpose behind this. At the end you stated he is going next door, but we don't know why. Was it mistaken identity, or had this person gone off his nut. It would be more powerful if you set it up in the beginning, like extended road rage? Keep working on this. You have something here.
Great little story. Every class has a clown. Some are funnier than others.
You hooked me right from the start. I fell in line with the students and the teachers. There are a couple of nits. In the second paragraph I thought he came around on his own. But that's probably just me, always jumping to conclusions.
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