WrenWind Posted October 25, 2004 Report Posted October 25, 2004 (edited) (this is fiction) Slow and deliberate you walk down the hall. Every step is measured. Every breath deliberate. Nothing seems to register but the white on white wall. Fear of what you can't fix waits to take away hope. A sound filters through. The click clack of hurried heels fall. The end of the corridor comes way too fast. Turn around, face your fear and time begins to crawl. There is little compasion on her overtired face. You try to make smalltalk in an effort to stall. No use, it's her job she has to tell you the news. Her perfectly set speach makes you think of a talking doll. Now you follow her into a room where monitors beep and blink. On the bed lost in tubes and wires your child looks so small. Carefully take his hand and tell him he is loved. How could all this happen? He was just out playing ball. Edited October 26, 2004 by WrenWind
Ayshela Posted October 25, 2004 Report Posted October 25, 2004 ouch. =( i'm fortunate that mine got to come home.. *stumbles away, hand to stomach*
Regel Posted October 26, 2004 Report Posted October 26, 2004 Tapping into every parents worst nightmare. P.S. I was that kid.
Parmenion Posted October 27, 2004 Report Posted October 27, 2004 Your ability to place the right amount of weight in words and catch the heart of the reader to make him empathise with your writing never ceases to amaze me. This is another excellent work Wren and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. I blessed myself afterwards hoping that such a fate will never befall someone I love, and to sympathise with those to whom it has happened, known, and unknown to me.
Appy Posted October 27, 2004 Report Posted October 27, 2004 Like I said when you let me read this: wow The most stunning two lines to me: You try to make smalltalk in an effort to stall. Her perfectly set speach makes you think of a talking doll. Well written *hug*
Shadow of the Butterfly Posted October 28, 2004 Report Posted October 28, 2004 *fights back tears* That one struck home.
HappyBuddha Posted November 5, 2004 Report Posted November 5, 2004 Wow, I really like this one a whole lot; it really gets its point across well, and has a powerful impact on the reader. Reading other comments, I can see I'm not the only one who has that impression That being said, I also want to help you improve, so I'm going to give some constructive criticism: "Slow and deliberate you walk down the hall. Every step is measured. Every breath deliberate. Nothing seems to register but the white on white wall. Fear of what you can't fix waits to take away hope. A sound filters through. The click clack of hurried heels fall. The end of the corridor comes way too fast. Turn around, face your fear and time begins to crawl. There is little compasion on her overtired face. You try to make smalltalk in an effort to stall. No use, it's her job she has to tell you the news. Her perfectly set speach makes you think of a talking doll. Now you follow her into a room where monitors beep and blink. On the bed lost in tubes and wires your child looks so small. Carefully take his hand and tell him he is loved. How could all this happen? He was just out playing ball. " I love the image "the click clack of hurried heels fall" - I think it could be clarified further for greater effect. I have this image of an out-of-focus camera and the sound in the background.
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