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

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[ohelectricshock]

I love how this progresses. It starts out seeming completely realistic and then transforms into this totally fantastical thing of beauty. For whatever reason the ending reminded me of Pan's Labyrinth, haha.

[occasionally]

I think that having a child has made me much more interested in the question of reality vs. fantasy. I've never seen Pan's Labyrinth, but it's on my list--I hear many wonderful things about it.

[myrna_bird]

What a metamorphosis! Totally unexpected.

[occasionally]

I was hoping I would take people on an unexpected journey.

[kathrynrose]

Love love love love love.

[occasionally]

Awww. Shucks.

[baxaphobia]

I loved this! Dreams? hallucinations? Reality? They all mesh into one beautiful piece of writing!

[occasionally]

Thank you! I was hoping that they would all mesh together well.

[halfshellvenus]

Really fascinating, and beautiful description.

I started seeing the faces behind peoples' faces.
This is a great way of phrasing that unsettling tendency to see more 'information' than other people do, in a state like this.

Nicely done!

[occasionally]

It still throws me sometimes when I look at a person, like, really look, and their face suddenly seems strange and unfamiliar to me.