A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Woman / Week 1

[occasionally]

When I was five years old, my life changed forever. It all happened while my brother and I sat at the kitchen table, stirring our ice cream into “milkshakes”. He dropped the proverbial bomb on me. I was adopted. The news was devastating, as one might imagine. But, in either an unusual act of bravery or a typical act of curiosity, I requested the

Comments

[kandigurl]

Your writing style is very compelling. It's difficult to tell which parts of this are true and which are made up. I especially like the bit about seeing the faces behind others' faces.

[occasionally]

Thank you! But, it's all true. ;)

[phoenixejc]

I love it! I love the sense of mysticism; that's very powerful. It's like min-exploration into the validity of truth. LOVE LOVE LOVE!

[occasionally]

Thank you. I think that I tend toward mysticism, even when I'm not meaning to. When I saw the prompt, I could help but think about this idea of truth and what makes things true. So glad you enjoyed it.

[kehlen]

I, too, could not distinguish the truth from the stories here, and loved it :).

[occasionally]

Thanks. Blurring the lines was something I aimed for, so I'm glad it worked for you.

[kittenboo]

Really like how it started out seemingly nonfiction and expanded from there. Love the imagery at the end.

[occasionally]

Thank you. I think that forest imagery always speaks to me... probably because playing in the forest was such a big part of my childhood.

[audreybuttercup]

Pretty cool!

[occasionally]

Thank you.