<Applause> <stomping of feet> <wild and crazy cheers> "Wait a sec, think I fogged up my glasses."
Admiring the well oiled machine that is your short story. "Reads smooth as a baby's behind. Great delivery. Nary a nick in grammar or spelling. Well polished buildup. What's not to admire."
<pause> "Only thing I'd change is the envy I feel for not being able to do it myself."
I happened on this faith promoting true life journal like entry in the WDC Read and Review section. It takes courage to reveal one's inner core to others. Personal trials depend on faith to strengthen spiritual bonds. that testimony was clear and center point. I got a hint of where the author's writing is going while journeying through this work.
What I enjoyed most was the personal examples, struggles, and hope being felt at this time in the author's life. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for the reminder to be grateful. I make it a daily (almost) practice to write one such thing in my journal. Welcome to the disability channel. I was surprised how large the community is. I like the online contact through back and forth email since my hearing loss prevents good phone conversations or physical visits. I lack the money for hearing aid add on's so am grateful for this website for its social contacts as well as getting feedback on writing.
Take care, and I look forward to reading more of your posts.
It is fun seeing a creative mind juggle picture words into being. A kind of magic that feeds the soul, has just done so with mine. When this world becomes wearing, visiting another world is a freedom much sought for. Thanks for sharing.
Congrats on the ribbon attached to the poem. I easily attached myself to the poem as well, being old, pale, and frail myself. Thank goodness you kept it to four short lines. I'm hale and hearty for my age, but anything longer than one deep breath is a little wearing.
I've outlasted most others I know, so it was nice of you to write this poem. Now I have a new best friend.
A brave revelation in these perilous times. Such a loss, what is being forced on the military. The poem brought back memories of two women I worked with. I was impressed by how they talked with, not to the mentally handicapped men in the group home.
When I asked to share lunch, it surprised me how shy and careful they were, keeping their distance as we ate. What broke the ice was my writing a letter of admiration put in each of their work files, when someone else had just written bad things about them I thought were wrong.
I was living at work in a warehouse at the time, unable to afford any rent. They brought over food without my asking, and we became good friends.
I hit the brakes here at the Read and Review. It was a real gas checking out the custom built humor. You snailed it.
You can never be too car-full when driving your point home. The detailed journey showcasing each vehicle of interest added knowledge I hadn't gotten before. You took no backseat to fitting it all in.
<blink> Poor Edward Simmons, a couch potato extraordinaire, and a relieving bell weather statement of how our violent society should seek such an acclaimed state of mental health and key chain hobby interests. We'd all benefit with less stress and longer lives.
A simple lilting cadence underscores the offering of emotional healing we all need from time to time. What I enjoyed most was how each means of doing so doesn't cost a penny, just a little emotional maturity and recognition. Each stanza is short and sweet which increases its impact. Thanks for sharing. Have a great day.
Caught this in another review and had to go see what all the excitement was about. Plus, there was mention of comedy and I wanted to feel a smile. I got one, thanks. Funny ending. Good buildup. As noted in the other review, no spelling or grammar issues distracted from reading. Thanks for sharing. I enjoyed the read.
You painted quite a picture here. The traditional common tale of Jack and Jill kept flashing into my mind as I read. Breaking this into two sections only added interest and spice to my expectation of meeting back up with their history again.
In the end, it was I who mentally, was left falling down a hill, waiting for Jill to come tumbling after. What? I'm left with a little red demon and Jill wanting rescue from some big oaf? What's Jack doing, calling 911? My mind reeled like I'd just fallen over a cliff.
"And she won an award. Excellent writing, a renowned WDC presence." It was up to me to put some finish on this and not table it for someone else. I began writing.
The promise of a yearning heart offered in poetic form felt very fitting. I liked the first stanza the best. It flows with feeling. One line distracted me for a disjointed moment.
Perhaps - And would marry me one day, might be rephrased to fit in line with the others with - unspoken promise of marriage one day.
A treasure of verse with easy flowing rhyme waving interesting flags of meaning. A delight to read while I'm eating a hotdog and carrots, or to be feasted upon alone. Thanks for sharing.
Hey, this is pretty good. A fitting read on a fall day. Creative, good imagery, emotionally fulfilling, surprise ending. As the internet takes over the world, short reads holding interest are only going to be more important. Thanks for sharing.
You really spilled the beans, didn't you? You and Handy Andy are a match (pun intended) made in heaven. It's made life a real gas for you two. The rest of us pour (sp) mortals haven't a chance at making such a splash with ourselves. My life may be more puny, but I guarantee my friends suffer more than your's because of it. Try harder.
Simple engaging plot. Tight writing with good word flow. I'm impressed by the multiple five star ratings. The one itch that I keep scratching is wondering where all the study groups are finding separate spaces to meet in, or do they clump together in the gym, auditorium, or football field? A sentence or two of description might show where the growing number of groups is going to meet in small clusters. Thanks for sharing and good luck in the contest.
What a setup. Good short punchy lines and imagery. Strong gut wrenching emotion at 'the scene'. Keeping this first chapter to three characters, and only two important ones held the focus. The sensual tension offered powerful tension unreleased. No grammar or spelling conundrums distracted from the reading flow. You've got talent. All that's missing is a second chapter (humor here) Good luck in the contest.
A feast for the eyes, the lilting flow of rhyme near swallowed me up, shaking and demanding my attention as I followed the whisper line by line. The promise unfolding at poets end is both poignant and simple. Thanks for sharing.
Having the recurring well known Sam Adams in this moving entry adds a feeling of bonding with the challenge portrayed. The disrespect revealed in the museum to Sam added strength to the message. Good job. thanks for sharing. Hope to see Sam again, soon.
Favorite line - She felt like a dog finally greeted by her master
Flows well, imagery is good. Felt a bit jumpy going from one scene to another. Connection between them might use painting her feelings at the time, like just before the hanging attempt - ...from worshiped beauty to become the beast. Enjoyed the read. Welcome to the community.
Well done. You made the story come alive. The horror built up to the end, and what an end it was. I learned about your country with the added details you provided, along the way. It gave substance to the plot.
Having read up on Kangeroo's since we'd last contacted each other, and how hard it would be to make one a pet, it made your tale twice as convincing. Thanks for sharing
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