The rain is beginning to fall in solid sheets. My face pressed against the sliding glass door feels as if it's melting as one molecule at a time lands at my feet. "All of these waterlogged nights are drowning me." I say it like an offhand comment on the downpour in front of me. Just a mere fact that will become meaningless in the morning when
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This is my entry for that contest I mentioned. About to submit it now. *DEEP BREATH!*
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A quick criticism: this may be more effective, I think, in the third person ("These memories refuse to leave her...", etc.)
Or perhaps--and this would change the form but not the meaning entirely--It'd be interesting to see something address this theme without the human element at all, paradoxical as that sounds. Too much "I", even in a piece of inward reflection, tends to deaden empathy in readers, I think. Write about the ground not having had a drop of water in years, not your skin. The ground IS your skin, but you have taken yourself out of it.
This is a beautiful piece and if you've submitted it, good. Those are just my thoughts, for whatever little they're worth.
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However, I wrote the piece this way for a reason. For whatever reason my most emotional pieces always end up coming out in first person. I just think that way. Like, if I specifically want a piece like this to be third person I have to write it in first and then go back and change it. I wanted this piece to be organic. I wrote it, checked it for grammar and spelling mistakes, and submitted it.
I DO, however, really like the idea of taking me out of it and it being more symbolic. But, yes, I've already submitted it. I will play with that in the future, though.
As always, thank you for your input, Rob.
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The line I liked the best: *These memories refuse to leave me and I've been cut so deep I forgot how to bleed.*
Thank you and good luck!
Tina
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