Your feelings are deep and loving. There are many ways to say "I love you" to your family and friends. Food fills more than stomachs; it fills the minds and hearts of others with the knowledge that you care.
Writing is communication; you pass along images, smell, taste, and the motivation of the writer.
Ask yourself, "Who do I wish to reach with this?"
The answer will dictate the language, the visuals, and the symbols you use.
Only you know.
You have choices.
Best of luck to you. May your writing bring pleasure to you and the ones you reach.
This piece found me while I was browsing. Published! Congratulations.
This piece is GOOD.
I've never submitted anything anywhere. My perspective has changed. I'm 84, my time is now. Tomorrow may or may not arrive on schedule.
I have extreme difficulty letting go of a piece because each time I read it, I see what might help keep a reader on the hook and pass on more of what I had in mind.
Hopefully, I can serve it in a form that sticks with the reader longer than a casual read. No piece is ever perfect. Something can be altered to achieve that little extra that causes its image to linger in the reader's mind exactly as the author saw it in theirs.
My preferred way of presenting my stories has changed to a proactive stance. I like things in the now, things I can see, touch, smell, and taste. Why rely on only what the eye can see when the other senses can provide different ways of making the reader experience, remember, and recall your story?
Try looking at this piece and writing others from that perspective. Make it linger on your reader's taste buds like Tupelo Honey.
My very best to you. May you write successfully for many years!
I like the thoughts that you most kindly put on my screen. Thank you for sharing. You open the door to your soul when you write giving your reader a quick look. I commend you for that. Your gift with words is obvious. I believe the process of going from your thoughts this page might be a little hurried.
In days past I rushed, eager to get the latest stream of thoughts onto the screen.
Edit? Later I gave a quick scan to find glaring errors. Then I would stop, my mind would go to the next thing inside that was clammoring to get out!
My portfolio is full of things that need weeding out, editing, and places where I jumped from one thought to another expecting my reader to follow a connection that only existed in my mind.
I'm attempting to fix my port but it contains a fifteen year collection of unfinished pieces.
I think your poem deserves to be the best you can make it, look at it with pride and say I'm finished."
Your connection to your reader would be enhanced by changing the "SHE" in verse 2 to I.
Try putting your "I" cap and communicating directly with your reader.
Always a pleasure to read your work. This little vignette is a clear snapshot of
the images you wanted to share with your readers. You touch my mind, which brings back memories of growing up in a small town. Your characters are like faces from my past. Thankyou.
One small thing jumped to the forefront of my mind when I read this piece slowly, carefully.
{when the two dropped holding hands}
I would attempt to clarify this phrase.
(dropped their joined hands) (quit) or (stopped holding hands)
This approach eliminates the question (Where did they drop from?)
You could show this to your teacher! It is, without a doubt, one of the most insightful pieces I've read in a while. Now about the presentation.
What We Choose to Carry.
Elias Rowan was known in his village as the man who worried about everything—storms, shadows, what people thought of him, even whether the river flowed too loudly on certain days.
One morning, the old philosopher, Mr. Alden, found Elias sitting by the river, staring at the water as if it carried all his fears.
"What troubles you today?" Alden asked.
Elias sighed. "Everything. Life feels heavy. Responsibility, mistakes, expectations... I feel like I'm carrying the whole world."
Alden picked up a tiny pebble from the ground and placed it in Elias's palm."Is this heavy?" he asked.
Elias frowned. "Of course not. It's just a pebble."
Alden smiled. "And if you carry it all day? Tomorrow? For a month?"
Elias said softly, "It would start to feel heavy."
"Exactly," Alden said. "Most worries are pebbles. Small at first... then unbearable only because we refuse to put them down."
Elias looked at the pebble for a long moment, then gently let it fall back into the river.
The sound was tiny -- a soft splash -- but it felt like something larger had dropped from inside him.
"Life won't ever be weightless," Alden continued. "But it's lighter when you choose what's worth carrying."
For the first time in years, Elias felt the space inside his chest open -- not from answers, but from understanding. He finally stood, dusted himself off, and walked home without the pebble.
It's all about what we choose to carry...
I changed the format to facilitate easier reading and to identify the speaker at any moment.
Excellent overall rhyme pattern. I read this slowly and carefully, then read it two more times. Looking at this reminds me of looking into a mechanical clock. It's full of gears that mesh perfectly, but it still won't quite keep time.
I rely very heavily on the first line or sentence to make a solid contact with my readers. The following line or lines reinforce the image I want my reader to see.
Out of the blistering sun and thirst’s cruel bite,
(Out of) caused me to imagine someone riding along with a canopy above them, sipping cool water, or perhaps reclining in the shade of a tree.
Through the blistering sun and thirst's cruel bite. Now the reader is exposed directly to the sun and the bite of thirst.
Only you know exactly what you mean.
Just the thoughts of an 84-year-old who learned English when it was a different language.
You have talent, but when you offer your reader a window into your mind, it is necessary to get feedback. What did they see? Was it what the author wanted the reader to see?
Keep up the writing. Here at WDC, we offer opportunities to become your best at communicating with the venue of your choice—essay, poem, or story.
You did a great job transcribing your thoughts onto the screen. This an extremely moving story. You definitely have the gift. Remember what you wrote has much worth but it really needs editing. I could you a 5 star rating for the depth of feeling in this wonderful piece, but that would steal the opportunity for your skills to grow.
Your vocabulary is sufficent to tell this story but there are many miniscule problems with the way it is presented. Are you in High School? If possible I recommend showing this to an Teacher. If you have a good one who really cares they would offer great suggestions and show you techniques that would vastly improve your presentation of this story.
If that is not practical then try a library. Most Libraries have writers groups They are most helpful in learning how to polish a piece.
Expending a little effort to learn at this point will pay huge dividends in the long run.
My best to you. I hope to see much more of your work.
I wish I knew more about you, and what your goals are in posting here. Tons of writers are here and willing to help you get the most out of your efforts. I recommend filling out your bio. A little thing like knowing your age helps me communicate.
I'm a few days short of 84. Our language has changed. We learned the language in differing times.
Here are a few good to know guidelines from someone who has made every mistake possible.
If I learned anything from each mistake, that must mean some accumulated wisdom, which I freely give to you, to use or refuse as you wish. My wish is that this review will prove useful in your writing journey.
I read this many times. You create visuals with words remarkably well. You establish a sensual connection with your reader using feeling words and phrases to describe nerve sensations that we all share.
You have a good start toward being an excellent communicator with the written word.
Here are a few good to know guidelines from someone who has made every mistake possible, but if I learned anything from each mistake, that must mean I've accumulated a little something of worth which I freely give to you.
1. In a piece this short every word is a larger part of the whole thing. You must make each one count!
2. Repeating the same word is wasting a word that could communicate with your reader.
3. This piece has: 10 lines, 1.2K individual letters.
4. You use "I" 19 times, presenting a somewhat myopic (nearsighted) viewpoint.
Your moderator could save "I"s by using compound sentenses. That is one subject I and several actions.
In the end you referred to armor. You being the author have a picture of that armor in mind. I wish that you had shared more about it with me. It could have been symbolic or hand hammered on a forge. I'll never know unless you tell me.
Anyhow my star rating can be changed, I'll look at your edited version if you want me to. I'll upgrade after you edit.
Read it as a reader not the author. That viewpoint reveals much.
I hope that you achieve some peace of mind by using writing as a catharsis. That has served me well over my 84 years of life.
In the middle of the night, after reliving past trauma, it is helpful to write it down. That puts it outside not inside where it etches your soul like acid on metal.
At the point where the pain resides in what you've written, not bouncing back and forth in your mind, you need to make a decision. Ask yourself this question. "Will I use WDC solely as a release or will I use it as an opportunity to improve my ability to express my thoughts in writing?"
When a reviewer gives a piece 5-stars, It usually means they feel empathy. It is unfortunate that that rating deprives you of an opportunity to learn anything from that reviewer.
Your writing is vivid, meaningful, and concise.
I would recommend that after enough time has passed to clear your mind, put on your readers hat. Distance yourself from what you wrote and view it as if someone else wrote it. That is the time to seize the opportunity to take it to the next level with a change of a word here and there or simply changing the order of your words to make the windows your reader looks through as clear as possible.
With artwork, this piece would make an excellent children's book. I'd donate copies to great-grandchildren and my local library. You've done such a great job with pictures. Combining those talents with your writing skills and philosophy would produce treasures that today's children need exposure to.
Good little story with a subtle message. You paint pictures with your words that provide a good backdrop for your powerful story. I like this story and the way it is presented.
I see some places that need a little tightening up. Unnecessary repetition subtracts rather than adds to your writing. A little work will change this from good to excellent.
I will not try to stuff my words down your throat; instead, I'm going to point out
places where ease of reading can be improved by reordering your words.
The first sentence is the most important.
Most mornings, Samuel Pike walked past the same bakery,
If you set the time to now, the effect draws your readers' attention more poignantly. Samuel Pike walked past the bakery on the corner of Maple Street and Willow Lane, inhaling the scent of warm rising dough.
I think the stranger in the window would become a more believable element immediately if today were the first time Samuel sees him. Their eyes meet, and voilà —the story begins: a life-changing chance meeting sets the protagonist free from his cage.
What do you think? I sincerely hope you can view your writing differently.
It has taken me 84 years to begin to view writing with a view toward how effectively it communicates.
Writing can be more fulfilling if you know it reached your readers, contributing
a kernel of wisdom, as it entertains.
I'm 84 years old, and when I found writing, or should I say writing found me, I carried a notebook constantly. Things would pop into my head, and I would write them down as quickly as possible, open to a fresh page, and wait for more of my life to drip out onto a page. I filled a huge filing cabinet with notebooks, napkins, matchbooks, and scraps of paper covered with words virtually written with my blood as ink.
One day, I got a job on the other side of the country. I loaded the filing cabinet and two suitcases with all my worldly possessions into the back of my inherited 1949 Studebaker R series pickup, and I headed out across roads I had not traveled since 1945, when our family crossed the country 1945 at the end of WW2.
A freeway has replaced the two-lane road we took way back then. The road still goes over Elk Mountain in Wyoming. This stretch of road is frequently closed due to winds that often lay 18-wheelers on their sides. The road was not closed, but the wind was atrocious. As I crept past a yawning chasm, a gust hit so hard that the truck slammed into the guard rail, throwing the filing cabinet into the yawning abyss. It hit the rocky side, bursting all three drawers open, launching a snowstorm of up to 30-year-old paper into the wind. I could not believe my eyes! I've never felt such a storm of conflicting emotions. Then I began to laugh; all that proof of my craziness will be scattered across hundreds of square miles by tomorrow.
I was free; I didn't have to carry a notebook any longer.
I quit writing for a while, then resumed, hurriedly trying to communicate with others through my writing.
I don't hurry anymore, I've slowed down. It's so different, I think about what I want to communicate with my writing and who I want to reach. Each piece I write now goes through multiple iterations before I can let it go. Sometimes it's exhausting, but when I feel a piece really communicates what I had clearly in my mind, I feel a satisfaction that is difficult to describe.
You put yourself on display here sharing your thoughts in snippets which point to a deeper story that you want to reveal. I'm sure you have a file filled with hard earned wisdom tucked away somewhere. Don't hide it. Welcome to WDC, may your experiences here prove fulfilling. I appreciate your willingness to share.
Some ratings feel good but provide no path toward the enrichment of your effort. A five-star rating can also be the reward for the effort you expended taking a piece through numerous iterations striving for perfection. My opinion is perfection doesn't doesn't dribble from a pen onto the paper. A pencil allows for improvement erasures are not failures they are necessary steps toward the elusive state of perfection.
Filling out your Bio is essential for being understood by a reviewer.
I admire the way your thoughts flow onto the screen, open, honest, here it is, that's it. I admire the confidence you express in yourself with 'I will bloom where I'm planted.'
All in all, your choice of words and the way you fit them together is a work to be cast in bronze, except for one tiny word.
I suspect what you have in mind didn't make it to the screen for whatever reason.
Look down at your feet.
They took the rug.
When I look at my feet, they touch the rug.
If you said 'took' on purpose, the visual just isn't the same. My mind goes into a complex labyrinth, chasing a "thiefing foot" that is dragging a rug behind it, clenched between its toes. I did smile at that thought.
Your words paint clear pictures and evoke memories. I've covered a lot of miles through the years. Some trips were necessary for work, and some to ease my mind.
You touched on something fundamental to all of us: our need to withdraw to a healing place. Luckily, in this country, we have cars and plenty of highways to ease our troubled minds.
This story is magnificent! Your grasp of reality is inspiring. You gave voice to something I have thought for a long time, but just wasn't able to put into words.
Have you ever tried having someone else read your work aloud to you? Do you read aloud to yourself?
Those tiny moments when a tongue tangles slightly or has difficulty annunciating the message you wish to convey to your readers are indicators of places you can improve your communication skills.
I recommend backing away when the feelings your words evoke feel like puzzle pieces that just won't fit together smoothly. Take a day or two, then try again with your own words to convey your exact thoughts.
You will improve in proportion to the effort you put in.
You have embarked on a journey that can be as rewarding as you allow.
Write, write, and write again. I'm 84, and I have never had anything I wrote even approach perfection the first time. Editing is a window washer, ensuring your reader sees ideally through the window that you open for viewing.
I really like this piece. The visuals you paint with words are incredible! I feel this story could be even more powerful. When I review, I avoid cramming my words down your throat; that is offensive and egocentric. I may show an example of how I might phrase what I think you are trying to say. To be authentic, the story needs to be told with your words.
This description could be much better.
Oh that building, it was like a giant stone masterpiece with its huge arches, two winged angels looked down on me from maybe 500 feet, at least that's what I saw when I looked up. The golden fade nearly blinded me. And when we stepped inside it took my breath away. The Grand Foyer was magnificent, mirrors everywhere, parquet floors, sculptures and paintings, colored marble all around.
I looked up, awestricken. The building before me was a masterpiece. Its massive arches, with two winged angels, towered 500 feet above me. I could hardly breathe; I felt so small. The rest of the description is excellent.
I hope you will be enabled in a small way to view your excellent writing in a slightly different light. The final test for any piece is: Does it say what I intended to my readers? Is it clear enough that they will remember it long after?
Like the taste of tupelo honey, both sweet and unique?
I applaud your honesty! You obviously have a flood of scenes and words waiting to pour onto your screen. I empathize with your need for time away from that process.
At times, the deluge of words rushing from my own soul felt like it would drown me.
There is something that you need to decide before you go on. What do you want/need from your time at WDC?
In my past, there have been times when I just needed to let the pressure inside my soul find release. Other times, I need strokes, positive validation that somewhere in this process, there is worth beyond my immediate need. A legacy of shared thoughts, ideas, and beliefs that touch others and reveal to them that they are worthy.
My personal experience with others' reviews has been an education in itself.
I have discovered that the purpose of my writing is about connections with others. My goal is to learn to be the very best communicator that I can be. It is a slow process; everything I have written is full of the need for improvement. I have difficulty letting go and saying, "Enough for now!"
It's a monumental task to go through my writing and improve each item's communication.
Revisiting them has done me a world of good. I can say, look at the improvement and feel good about the growth I see. I also find new things to improve. This will go on and on, giving me satisfaction.
I am 84, and the show is not over.
Now, about ratings, five stars means "This item is perfect, there is no room for growth!" One star means I missed the boat; this piece doesn't communicate coherently, and I've failed to provide the reader a clear window into my mind.
Time to wash windows!
When I get a five-star rating, it irks me. It means the reviewer has no interest in helping me improve!
Let's start at the beginning of your piece. It seems timid; I don't feel your hand firmly on my shoulder, taking me to the window where I can view what you want me to see.
You can't get there in a jump! You take small positive steps and feel good about learning again.
PROS: I liked the images you painted with your words. You share what you feel in a way that provokes thought. Good for you. Keep on writing!
CONS: I was a little confused about the title vs the story. It was an interesting play on the word key. At first, I wasn't wholly comfortable with the keys being an ingredient.
The first line is the most important in any piece. It is your initial opportunity to establish communication with your reader. Your opening seemed discontiguous with the rest of your story. You unintentionally set my mind on a path where the groceries contained a key ingredient for supper???
In a piece this short, each word, phrase, or thought is of more importance than if this were a longer piece.
When the bird grabbed the keys, you had just set the groceries down. On the step? On your counter? I was in space, wondering where?
Your place among the best writers at Writing.com will be ensured by attention to detail, even in a quick entry. Practice makes perfect.
I did enjoy this, but you made me work! I reread three times before I was satisfied that I understood what you intended to say.
Take control of your readers. They will enjoy your writing more if you are more concise.
Keep at it, you will enjoy the rewards of writing with a little more thought.
Your thoughts are vivid and compelling. The manner in which you reveal them leaves too much room for multiple interpretations. Your writing needs more glue, that is the ability to stick in your readers mind long after they read it.
This is your piece, so I won't put my words into your mouth, you need to use your own. I will, however show you how I would phrase the opening of this provacitive piece.
See the beautiful hand written letters tucked into appropriate boxes on the desk where I labored over them in the warm,fire-lit library that is hidden in the labyrinth of my mind.
If this place resides only in your mind then you will be the only one with access, unless you share it with your reader. When I write I have one goal. That is to share what I have in my mind. I write, then read, then test each word for the best fit.
I ask myself, Did I share the pictures in my mind? Was the window I took my reader to as clear as possible?
I believe in you, believe in yourself. Use your gifts to help you experience JOY!
I hope this review will provide some food for thought. Keep writing, it gets better and better until it becomes fulfilling making you feel GREAT about what you have written.
You got up early this morning. I like what you decided to write. Now comes the period of refinement. Beginnings are critical. It is your first chance to link minds with your reader. I like your words, but I think a different order of presentation would work better.
No one noticed the man with large dark sunglasses. He sat on a bench in the shade, making the man almost invisible to a casual passerby.
This morning, people were lightly sprinkled across the park. Mothers sitting on benches watched their children play; old men fed the pigeons and squirrels; a young couple sat on a blanket spread on the grass.
These words are mostly yours. Does this opening work better? You be the judge!
I'm going to break one of my rules and give this piece a 5-star rating for content and clarity.
I loved it. I'm honored to have been the recipient of the heart and intelligence that make you and what you write so special.
It definitely helps me to open a part of my mind that would remain closed, thus building pressure in my old brain. A brief respite from that pressure offers me a new outlook when I return to the tasks at hand.
In times past, Locations in my writing were limited to places I've experienced. Now, though, it is incredible what I can do with GOOGLE MAPS and satellite photos. I traveled in my imagination, along a stretch of a two-lane gravel road, alternating between aerial and street-level views.
This allowed me to write a very believable chapter about a person who was being hunted by a killer. I found a place where I could drive my imaginary car up a rocky stream-bed to a place I could hide behind a clump of brush, and hide while the hunter drove by, never seeing me.
I have to get into my characters' skin and feel their emotions before I can write their stories accurately.
The time spent on Research gives you and your readers a much clearer view, through the window of your mind, of the world you are creating.
I wish I could depend on having enough time to finish the stories in my mind.
Sometimes I lament the fact that I was always afraid to submit anything for publication. I never could figure out where to submit, giving me an excuse to avoid rejection.
"Max Schmidt," the town philosopher, who only spoke with a German accent, spent warm days in the Gazebo in the square, whittling willow whistles for children and dispensing wisdom to anyone willing to listen. I wish I had understood exactly what this gem meant then. "Too soon oldt, Too late schmart."
You hit the nail on the head. I like the way you think.
Gossip was an undeniable force in our town; many people were hurt by it.
In 1952, I repeated something I heard said over coffee in our kitchen.
A wise man said something to me that I have never forgotten.
"Son, believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see."
Later, A song added a new perspective on seeing.
"You see what you want to see, and you hear what you want to hear."
I've encountered preconceived notions that made meaningful dialogue impossible.
What we choose to believe distorts everything we sense.
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