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June 29, 2013
The juxtaposition of visuals in Episode 3: Magpie Chicken by =OHiNeedTea lends more power to this nonfiction narrative.
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Dragons
The dragons just kept getting cuter.
I'd meant them to be scary, with snakelike heads and pearly fangs, but as my fingers gained more practice the dragons they shaped became younger and more innocent, their wings tiny and their eyes wide. Dull spikes lined their heads and tails, not yet sharpened by age. They lay on their bellies or sat up and watched with good-natured curiosity. They were friendly. They were sweet.
They were flawed, and there were a lot of them. I experimented with color and pose, sculpting the way others would turn a stress ball. Every morning I baked the newcomers in my oven, and within a week my desk was overrun. Rows o
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Fire and Water
It was raining in Lancaster on September 3rd 1555, and Jane Ask loved the earthy smell that it coaxed out of the soil.
She wiped away the sheen of rainwater from her forehead with the back of her hand and set her small basket of nettles down by the front door. Later she would dry out the leaves and reduce them to a powder; the substance worked wonders on small wounds which refused to stop bleeding.
Jane had always been something of an herbalist. Growing up with only a father, and two older brothers from his first marriage, she had spent the majority of her childhood outdoors. Now practically a spinster at the age of twenty-two, she knew the
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Charlie
We're all just kids playing a part. That's what it boils down to.
I'm the kid who gets to play hitman today. The other kids, they're playing guard. Hands in their pockets, feeling up their guns. Makes them feel big. Calms them down. A security blanket in a holster.
That's what it boils down to. Dressing for the part, having the right props. If you're running around in your street clothes, you're a thug, a hood, a gangster. You put on a ninety-dollar suit you picked up at Ross, and all the sudden you're a mobster, a wiseguy, paisano.
You're still just playing Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, Thugs and Mafiosi.
Rule of three.
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So, another one from my story collection. Trying to keep it under 500 words.
Word Count: 498
Please comment/critique
How could i improve this without going over 500 words? I may re-write it as a longer version in the future, but at the moment i'd like to keep it at 500
** EDIT **
Oh!! Thanks so much for the DD! Made me happy when i finished a 14 hour shift and saw it! <3
Word Count: 498
Please comment/critique
How could i improve this without going over 500 words? I may re-write it as a longer version in the future, but at the moment i'd like to keep it at 500
** EDIT **
Oh!! Thanks so much for the DD! Made me happy when i finished a 14 hour shift and saw it! <3
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This is a really solid piece! Good job on it! I like the looping in of the magpies with your mother's appearance, because it gives the piece a resonance that I think it would lack otherwise.
That's what brings me to say that I think the likeness between the magpie's death and your mother's absence needs to be strengthened a little. As it is the readers see the images, alive magpie, mother, dead magpie, and can make the abstract connection between the two things, but what exact direction the reader is supposed to take from that is still unclear. I think what's missing is in what WAY we are supposed to connect mother/magpie. The child-like confusion at the situation comes through wonderfully, but I think a few more emotional signposts would really improve the reader's understanding of the piece.
I also think a few more details about home life without Mother would help hit her absence home. How it was different to have her gone; how your brothers, father, sisters were different without her, and if they noticed her short return, how they reacted to that. Non-fiction can be really tricky with stuff like this, because it depends on your memories, and those can sometimes be muzzy. My non-fiction teacher said something about not worrying about things like exact wording if you can't track that down, but staying true to the spirit of conversations/ events. I think that would apply here.
One aesthetic thing: the first few lines come off a bit harsh, and as much as I think the information there is necessary, it would do better to be introduced in a less "Detective Noir" kind of way. I think it messes with the tone of the rest of the piece in an awkward way.
This piece left me holding my breath a bit, and overall I really liked it. Keep up the good work!