This is excellent writing. It is clear, concise, and flows logically from point to point. Each of those points is clear and well-developed. Each is supported by background and facts used in such a way as to prove it logically against other reasonable assumptions.
I find the content to be fascinating. I too, have had a couple of favourite vehicles. Having read this article, I now want a Lada. I've long heard that many sturdy and stylish vehicles are produced in Poland, but I'd never heard about any specific models. The Lada sounds great, but unfortunately, it's highly unlikely that any exist in this country.
In my humble opinion, the fault of the rear-end accident lies mostly with the driver who struck the author's car. Part of driving is to watch other drivers and their vehicles for signals including directional signals, brake lights, speed changes, and even the position of the other driver's head. That makes it incumbent upon each driver to position themself and their vehicle in such a way as to be able to see the necessary signals. The Lada doesn't seem to be a particularly low-set vehicle, and in any case, the driver who was following was doing so too closely if she could not see the signals of the author's car. In this country, "Following too closely" is a ticketable offense and is often used to determine responsibility for the accident. Well, that's my two cents worth about the rear-end incident.
This reviewer concurs with the author's assessment of modern cars as being "...computers on wheels..." The designs are intended solely to prevent vehicle owners from self-servicing their vehicles by making repairs as difficult as possible for non-professional mechanics. Vehicle computers frequently require servicing only at the manufacturer's designated service centers. So, this reviewer perfectly understands the author's beliefs and is sympathetic with same.
Truly, this is not a short story. Neither is it metric poetry. The rhythmic devices move in flows like ocean tides rather than waves on which rhymes float and bob.
It is driven by a passionate current of language which is the principle characteristic of poetry. Neither prose nor poetry nor even a blend of the two, it is wonderfully and uniquely beautiful. As is the tale it relates. Still, it is not a ballad. It is a tale of existence and of life.
Were I to receive such an epistle as this, I would sit and weep quietly at its emotional beauty. Thereafter, I would repeatedly peer into its depths.
In all honesty, going by the title alone I expected this item to be similar to the cutesy, cartoon couple which was popular during my earlier years. I still enjoy seeing those "Love is..." cartoons, which I consider forerunners of 'memes'.
I was pleasantly surprised to find here something refreshingly different.
This writer has given a concise but creatively worded statement of her view of love in many of its manifestations. This is a beautiful and personal view of love.
The first verse is my favourite. Love, especially new love is usually ardent and "rushing." As it rushes, it does indeed smooth the edges of jagged rocks into polished stones. Love can smooth addiction into cure, indifference into devotion, divisiveness into unity, and effect many other positive changes in circumstances and in people.
This writer seems to feel, as I do, that acts of creation are acts of love.
I consider this an excellent work, poetic though it lacks meter, lovingly worded, and beautifully painted. The elegant simplicity here is in the expression, not in the thoughts and emotions.
This is one I'll be coming back to. This is a promising writer with creative vision! Aaannd...
bananas are my favourite fruit by far!
This poem has a couple of rough edges, but most jewels do. With a little polishing, it will shine!
This is very powerful writing, and I feel the emotional depths whence it comes. Some folk might say it's 'too florid', but I love it. The poet's mastery of the language is certainly impressive, but there's something in this poem and in this poet which impresses me even more.
There are obviously strong emotions driving this poem, but I sense a strong reserve as well. My impression is that this writer used great personal strength to create this ode through great personal tragedy, forcing order and reason on irrational events. This is a strong individual.
I've written a few odes myself. They are as difficult to write as loss is to bear. That says a lot about this poet and about the person within this poet.
I shall never be the subject of an ode, nor will any place I stand nor anything I touch.
The notes are enlightening, but you're quite correct that the poem stands on its own. I like the way this poem treats death not as a catastrophic end to life, but as simply another life event as normal as falling asleep or waking up. Your poem gives a most refreshing view of death, a subject that will never stale regardless of how long we hide it in a closet. It reminds me of a quote:
"Until we wake, we cannot know if what we dream is true. Until we die, we cannot know if death is the most beautiful experience."
IMHO this story both is and isn't precisely true to the song prompt. It takes me someplace new. If it didn't, I'd have no reason to go along for the read, would I?
As always, amazing!
I love this! You are wonderfully talented with these Pocket Size Stories!
I like the way this story goes from normal to disaster to 'everything's fine.' I did the same thing with a longish poem I wrote for a friend very many years ago. I took Maggie Sellers' Babes from normal into death and then into... well, I don't want to give away too much in case you decide to read it at some point.
This is a masterful story that uses gallows humour to knock down the gallows. Splendid!
I'm awed every time I read another of your Pocket Sized Stories!
I have thoughts like these myself --- all of these thoughts.
It's sad to think that the business we transact today is more important than we ourselves are to this world and to the eternity to come.
This story, which I presume is a true one, is well written and demonstrates both empathy and insight. The author's use of words and descriptions of the physical scene as well as the emotions present, makes it real and 'right now'. I feel almost as though I'm there in the line behind the author, overhearing the same conversation. That's great writing. It's also a splendid example of seeing all of life, even the most mundane moments, through the senses of a writer.
This is going to be a great activity!! I'm extremely excited to be connected to this impressive group of people! Frankly, most of the handful of people I meet in fantasy land (ie. "RL") aren't impressed when I mention The Beatles, and I get tired of explaining to those Blue Meanies that The Beatles is a band from the 1960s that revolutionized not just music but sound in general and is still influencing musicians and sound effects people today.
A perfectly unique and imaginative tale!! Well, maybe not so imaginative. I used to raise rats. I've been bitten by rats. I can totally picture this being a true story!
Like every story by billywilcox that I've read to date, this one is very well written and a fascinating read.
I'm still trying to decide whether this is a tragicomedy or a comitragedy. Either way, it appeals to my empathy with others who suffer "the slings and arrows (and rat teeth) of outrageous fortune", and it also appeals to my admittedly strange sense of humour. This latter appeal owes to the author's careful and creative use of phrasing.
Another great story by a great author!
Here's another meaningful story that not only relates events, but uses a marvelous juxtaposition of two time periods to show a positive and emotional link between our actions of today and the futures of others.
I'm fast becoming as much a fan of Drabbles as I am a fan of this author!
I have reservations about the reversal explanation of the double reversed reversals, but this is definitely a great poem and I won't reverse my opinion on that. Down the Lane Where the Daisies Grow is almost everything a great poem should be: bright, positive, open and honestly free, but with a whisper, the tiniest whisper of melancholy in the reminiscences.
This is a pretty suspenseful story in a tiny package. Technically, it's excellent. The plot is very straightforward and simple, but it has almost surreal imagery which deepens the meanings. Very good!
This is one of the finest examples of writing within strict limits that I've ever read!
Of the 'technical stuff' I can only say , "It apears flawless." The Flying Roses reads like a well-developed three-act stage play, but in 300 words. I am awed!! The characters are so universal, yet three-dimensional, that I feel like I've met each of them, and in exactly the situations described.
The theme is consistent and the plot is complex enough to make me want to read this micro-story again and again. I've read it three times already and I'm going to read it to Bren when I finish writing this review.
This tiny story compares favourably to much longer ones. It is simply awesome! An excellent read!! Especially so, considering one could read it while waiting for one's fast-food order!
Is five-stars really the highest rating I can give it?
I've read a couple of your poems and enjoyed them, but your real talent is more evident in your short stories. This tale of tails is proof.
I like the easy style which prevents the kind of forced story-telling I sometimes see elsewhere. The imagery is vivid enough to make the hotel visible in my mind's eye.
The characters seem realistic. The possibly Russian couple was nicely developed. I think a Russian word or two like 'Da' or 'Nyet'tossed in might have enhanced the characters a little, but again, they were nicely developed. They contrasted well with the nondescript character of the receptionist. Most hotel receptionists are nondescript.
Assumption seems to be a natural part of your writing style. I'm not sure it's an actual literary device, but I would like to see more writers, both professionals and amateurs, employ it. The assumption here is that the receptionist lives in the hotel and that the reader simply understands this. I like this approach better than a writer attempting to tell the reader every detail. Trying to tell the reader certain facts breaks the fantasy of the story as if to say, "Stop a moment. You need to know this."
Nice writing! Plus, I've always loved plot twists.
I disapprove of the characters in this story and would never put myself in any of their places, but 1) It's a great little tale with or without my approval of its characters and 2) I've also read Star Wars novels, disapprove of their characters, and wouldn't dare to wage war against any of my galactic neighbors.
Having said all that, I say also that this is another amusing short-short story by one of my favourite authors! Somehow, without specifically describing and defining the characters in many words, the author has created very bold and realistic characters. They are absolutely believable, so much so that I can see them in my own world.
The setting seems as real as the room I'm in now, again with minimal wording. The place just feels like here and now.
I think my favourite feature of this story is that, unlike many of this author's tales, this one didn't present me with insights. Instead, it enticed me into finding my own insight into the situation as it developed.
I've come to expect meaningful and technically well-written stories from this author, and this one lives up to all my expectations!
I understand this one. Being PNG, I understand it perfectly. Persons like Milton Faust live acenter a world more wonderful and precious than anyone could ever imagine, for all its misery and terror. Milton and others like him understand that we all "last forver: like songs, moonbeams and kisses." That's my favourite line in this story, because I myself am all those places.
Like everything I've ever read by billywilcox, The Boy With The Melting Face is remarkably well-written and shares the author's deep personal insights in a way that makes them almost universal insights. That's powerful writing!
I don't read a lot of romance, even comedic romance, but this story is a perfect romantic comedy! I love the way the author tells the story from three points of view: his, hers, and ours (lol, a narrator). The narrator, who is all too often the key voice in a story, is in this case, barely visible at the sides. This is IMHO one of the best features of this tale, as it makes the narrator less of an interloper and allows the protagonists to 'protagonize' to hilarious perfection.
The only difficulty I had with this story was getting my brain to switch rapidly between the three voices. The italicized thoughts helped a lot in that regard.
W.D. Wilcox quickly earned a place among my favourite authors, both on WdC and in general. This excellent fictional story boosts my admiration of his writing even higher! (It is fiction, right? I've been on a couple dates like this one!)
The dates don't line up precisely. This beautiful, little narrative begins on Valentines Day, but we're currently in mid-December. Still, this is just the kind of warm, fuzzy story that a good many of us love to read at this time of year. It's simple, sweet, and it ends with a smile on this reader's face.
On the technical side, the grammar, structure, and tone seems very nearly perfect.
My one comment is about paragraph ten. The line, "- a phrase stolen years later by an actual U.S. president -" appears to be included as part of the dialogue, but I read it as a meta-thought by the author. Perhaps, the dialogue could be interrupted, just before the meta-tnought and resumed just after it. That's merely my humble perception of that paragraph.
Any way I read it, this story reads as an almost perfect tale of deep friendship --- grown into sisterhood.
I have but one criticism. I don't consider peoples indigenous to this land "Native American", since they lived here for centuries before invaders arrived from Europe. Perhaps, "Indigenes?"
I've written only one haiku in my life and I'm not very familiar with the form, so I don't feel qualified to comment on that aspect of this poem. Still, I can see that this is a pastoral poem with the proper number of lines.
I love the subject theme and the tone of this poem.
The mood is wonderfully introspective, but I can't quite decide whether it's melancholy or optimistic or stoic. I believe it's the cyclic aspect of this poem that I like most about it. It's like an eternal, revolving statement of reality: "It's cold then hot then cold. Life draws in, then life comes forth, then life draws in." Continuity is generally seen as optimistic --- unless one is trapped in an eternal groundhog day.
I see this poem's continuity as an ongoing and realistic optimism. The cycle "is", and it's good that "is." That's optimistic reality. Therein is the meaningfully deep simplicity of haiku that makes it the beautiful poetic form it is.
This poet has elevated the already sublime art of haiku.
Very excellent! Thank you.
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