Mom, Thank you. I am proud that I served this great country (The home of God's greatest gift Freedom).
I am very thankful that you picked my story. To win when all that entered are so talented makes me proud that my words have touched on why we should always honor America's Vets.
WD, we are alot a like. I am a few years older but was raised on a farm. Have two little girls; well not so little any more. My oldest is in her first year at NYU.
I also love to write, the words flow from my mind's eye. It has been so long that I can't remember when my imagination started running wild.
A writer style is made up of ego and faith and I love the stuff I write. I also have a story in the "Ordinary Horrors Contest" and felt I had a real good chance. That was before I read your story.
Man,oh man, you did a GREAT job. Your style and pace made me feel like I was witness. I can't put into words and me be a writer that has never had writers block that high praise, my man.
Thanks again for the read. I have already started looking at your other works.
Great I liked it. The pace moved fast and I don't know why but I was rooting for her. I felt a chill as I watched from my bedroom window across the street.
I read a lot and I don't like much. You have a great way with words and I look forward to reading more of your work.
Coffee, It took me about 103 words until I knew where this was going. Nevertheless you did a great job putting words to what might be going on while waiting for God's greatest gift.
Thanks for the read. Look forward to reading more of your work.
This is something I can use. You see I am a poet before my time that needs cash. I have to work 10-12 hours a day to keep my home, wife and kids with a roof over their heads and food in their bellies. That is not even considering healthcare and the college cost to send kids to NYU.
I stay up late into the night writing. My mind's eye makes my imagination run wild. I can see a leaf fall from a tree and before it hits the ground I can have a full story about something like the wind wispering why and how a dead child can get its revenge.
Now my problem is that I have found that most are not hip enough to dig my stuff yet. So I would like; hope that you may consider working with me. What I will do is keep my computer on all night and make the keys very senitive to the touch. This will help you conserve your electromagnetic power.
Now as far as payment I am sure we can work that out. I can not tell you how glad I am to have met you. The Devil was here the other day and offered me solutions to all my problems and all it wanted was my soul. Boy, was I tempted but I punked out.
I found the style to be very interesting and different. I liked it. But I am not sure if I understood just what was happening. I might just not be hip enough to dig it.
One thing I can say is that I will look for more of your work and that's the whole point of putting yourself out there.
I liked this story. The pace was great. I could feel this guys pain. The ultimate nightmare. I was just talking about the mega lotto with someone I work with. I told her I would just like to have one day in my life where money didn't matter. I told her with my luck I would win and 24 hours I would die of a heart attack.
You did a great job on this and I look forward to reading more of your work.
I enjoyed this very much. I felt I was with her and I could see the dreams of time in her eyes. You did a great job in tapping into the mind of a woman with no regrets. A long life with her dreams of the past was a nice reward for a peaceful ending.
Wow, a look at a life. I found this to be refreshing and a true look at what we all face. The last few days of my father's life he talked about regrets. I told him Pop, you live a life and that is all we got comming. I told him all his children love him and he will live on within our hearts. The smile in his eyes still helps me when I get hung up on how fast time passes by.
Damm, take a deep breath. look around the bend, there it is a dream waiting to come true. Here is something to live for. You are the kind of writer that can make the pain all too real. That is a bankable talent. This is a great read the pace was so fast that is was painful; that's a good thing.
Here is a 5 stars and some gift points for you my man. See things are already looking up.
I write a little poetry myself, it is so hard to rate. I did love this line "like a lost dream vanquished to
the dawn-" I gave it a 3.5 but please don't let this bring you down any more then the words I just read. For it made me think of sweet dreams that ended to soon. I will read more of your writings and am sure you will have some fives.
I like a sad but true tale. I myself have been there many times in what I call back in the days.
This girl I have been with many times. "Her body, it was incongruent and unfortunate, her breasts assymetrical. And she was so needing, tirelessly grasping for approval. He knew that she was merely confused. She was desperate and lonely on a scale that only a girl with an uncaring or absent father could be.
She didn't say that, of course, he had only known her for three hours, but it was painfully obvious. She wore it like a scar."
You don't have to be sorry for her. For a breif moment she is where she finds what she so desperately seeks.
Your words made me feel deep into what makes us all fear lonelyness.
Thanks
Geoff
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