dear author,
a very captivating and absorbing story.
it couldnot have been better.
It is full of suspence.
it could ( a guess) have been better if the source of
sound could be detected.
The reader and author, both could sleep in peace.
After reading such a long story, you feel .... for not having the answer.
But, it is your story.
keep writing.
All the best
Dear author,
I believe in angels for sure.
I also believe that there are men ,of single woman.
They have a shining armour alright.
Why I have feeling that I have read a simiilar storey already,
though a shorter version.
Men who are strong at their traits are also strong in their passion.
Believe them.
They only make the stories. they also live in stories.
They lead lot many stories to happen.
I read the story in one sitting.
great work.
Do it again.
with best wishes.
Dear buxton,
You have chosen well to write on this topic.
You have planned the article well.
It keep the interest of the reader alive.
All the hints and advice given in the article ispractical.
Thanks for bringing out such an item.
I will follow the tips given therein.
I recommend this article to one and all.
Well done.
Keep writing.
happy writing.
Motto-fighter
Very nice story.
It is a fact that a little achievment gives lot of confidence.
This is brought out nicely in the last paragraph of the story.
Also, you got to have one who cares about you.
The feeling of being wanted soars your desire to live.
Ole Rex is doing the role.
A well drawn lesson or say conclusion.
Well narrated.
Well done.
regards.
Dear Sir,
Very well said.
If allowed to submit, i must say that Death is not the last toll.
It is the first guarantee that you will live again.
It from death that you shall rise again.
It is death that ensure a new lease of life.
It is like wiping your slate and get slated for a fresh role.
Death is the only thing that takes its own care.
We don't have to yearn.
Dear george!
NIce piece of work.
free of grammar related errors.
Well narrated episode.
(It always happens that way when you have time at hand.)
A well paced piece of humor.
The story brings out the fact that nothing works well at all the times.
Or, all things fail at one time or the other.
We are destined to receive the gifts.
god wants us to be receiving gifts.
It is a man's destiny.
You can't separate us from the gifts.
God gave us gift of life, love and wonderful things arround us.
We only have to be ready to receive the gifts.
The gifts are on its way.
Only, at times, we are absent to receive it.
A gift well delivered
A dream is not even longer than a second, why call it a night?
Life , however full you lead it, is not longer than a short flight.
Life and dreams were never separate, They are soul and mate.
Life is inspired by the dreams and dreams are woven by life.
We live the life chasing the dreams,
In Dreams we live our life.
When the end comes and stock if you take of the life.
You have done nothing but lived a dream, dreaming that you have lived a life.
Just wonderful.
Looks that instead of story being inspired by the photo, photo has been composed for the story.
The event comes out alive and stands out errect like the paratrooper.
Good flow of words with vivid description.
A deserving entry for the contest.
A moving yet heart warming story. Narrated in detail and with ease of a child. No mistakes encountered. Why people around are so unimaginative? Why a trike? Why not a simple wheel barrow. If Joe could paddle, he could have pushed it with half the strength. Why Joe could not succeed? I am not trying to criticize. May be I got over involved. And that is the power of this story.
Yes. The faith works. And so does the positive thinking.
hope is the fuel of life.
As long you cling to life life will go on.
Interest in living, generates healthy cells.
Very well crafted and vividly described story.
It can beat a biography, anytime.
This story infuses faith and encourages enormously.
Excellent effort on all accounts.
Congratulations.
well done.
Do it again.
A simple plain truth known to every one. It happens to every one. The story is so common that it is familiar to every one. Yet, no body seems to care to remember it. It is often got reminded by such articles as this one.
Thanks for reminding again.
Very simple yet very sensitive.
It is like light snacks, you can have it any time, any day.
No discomforts. Only you relish a lot.
Write on please.
Poem is well rhymed.
It is free of grammatical errors.
Poetry is, actually, a game of spirit.
When spirit is able to express it self in words, it is poetry.
No matter how peaceful you are in solitude,
your joy blooms in human companionship.
This can happen without even uttering a word.
Grammar, spelling etc all OK
Plot and theme - OK.
Formatting is a bit hard to follow.
The story is well crafted.
It is not as simple as it appears to be.
Let me give you my view.
Vera was travelling in the car that over took them in the beginning. (OK- may not be)
Vera is definitely in league with Cheryl. (OK - with Steve)
Cheryl (all ladies) understand men like Steve and they do not forgive them.
You may take my comments any way. As a pointed fact to this story or as a suggestion to improve the plot.
post me a line anyway, please.
This is an Eye opener. The story brings out as to how we take on us to live and lead a life thrust on us by others, least realising that everything even the life it self is fragile. It is got to be taken at an easy pace.
No body, really, admires you for the extreme qualities. They enjoy it when they see you faltering at them.
Well established and well brought out fact of life-- 'It is only a matter of time".
A perfect story with perfect an ending.
Nicely plotted.
Flawless in in both, flow and pace. It is fact that every one is out to get recognised. Even a small kid says," Let me do it myself".
This race for recognition never ever ends. People make sure that they are recognised, even, after their death.
By the way it is an individuals own battle for recognition that he has to fight for himself. No body else cares; no body else matters.
Good show.
This is not just a story but a solution to present day crises. If we want this earth to be one family, it has to behave like one family. It is the mental setup and fear of unknown that prevents us from being global. Otherwise faith in our own goodness only reflects in goodness of thestrangers.
This is not happening first time. It is going on since Bible or even before; that the love has found solace outside the community or country. The role of father in such ventures had been important. The sure way to end hostilities among races is to unite in marriage. It has happened time and again.
This story only reminds us to do it, once again.
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