This is an incredible story of love and courage. We all face testing time in life. Unexpected challenges waylay and threaten to destroy the life we created.
In your article, you have shown the natural feelings and fear at the time when illness struck you. It is wonderful that you had your fiance by your side and he was great help during that period of trial.
Each step of the diagnosis and progress are dealt with in a clear way. The hospitalization, visits from the family, the thoughts of wedding are given due place in the article.
The fact that Michael loves you sincerely and ready to marry you irrespective of the events, is a great blessing.
The most important person in this whole episode is you. You were able face each step with equanimity, and that matters most.
It is truly fortunate that after that dark night, you had timely help and assistance.
I chose this love poem, to review for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing yet another year with the WDC. Have a lovely day!
You have defined love in many a convincing rhyme. I believe love is to live for each other. Considerateness and love go together. One cannot feel that she or he is making sacrifices. Not at all.
"The joy behind the sorrow?
The smiles behind the tears?"
These lines appeal to me because they are so true. Love can equalize any feelings and has the magic to transform them into love.
Using perfect rhyming only makes this poem extra charming.
Imagery appeals to my eye,ear, taste and feelings.
I chose this medical consultation over phone, to review for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on being a creatively active for another year at the WDC. Have a lovely day!
This piece is truly engaging. You dealt with all the usual problems that aging brings on.
The vitamin intake and their benefits are usefully discussed. Both beauty and health are given equal attention by the Miss.Alexis and her doctor. The reason for dealing with all this over the phone explained well.
The question that puzzled me was " Are you still using the recommended shaving cream in order to avoid skin irritation and redness?" The doctor seems to have fallen short of sense. I think it is purposely created for amusement.
Patient proves more sensible and well organized than the doctor.
Winter seems to be ruling still. Cold winds and freezing to the bone, it must be a miserable day.
When things go wrong the world does become more dark and disappointing.
I hear the wail of sorrow from the lines and loneliness thrown on you particularly on the lovers' day, Valentine's Day is also visible.
You have stated the reasons why she deserted you quite clearly. So now, the ball is in your court. I can see that with a little love you can win her back and the day could be celebrated.
I like the imagery you used both for the outside and within your mind. Both kinds show the drab scene of loveless day.
I chanced upon this interesting story in your port. I am reviewing it for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another year at the WDC. Have a lively day!
What I like about this story is the autobiographical element you have thrown in while narrating it. It traced three generations with interesting events as recounted by you.
"... smoking at his peak, almost 100 a day ad even more sometimes when pulling a night shift."
Oh my God! that is so incredible!
Your own life has its own sparks like " we remarked on the wisdom of the Atlantic City Expressway authorities, taking the entire toll only on the way in. The way back to Philadelphia is toll free"
You pulled in the ghost incident quite aptly. Breaking a promise made to your father was not proper. No wonder, you had this ghostly encounter, which I find absolutely believable.
I can see the light and shade of your life and the varied experiences it brought to you.
This is great piece of writing.
Thank you for sharing.
They should have more modern alarming mechanism placed in strategic positions in stores like this. That should go off the moment burglars enter the premises.
I enjoyed the word play between the owner and self. You made use of both points of view (I as in I and I as in he) quite convincingly. I think the italics are to serve that purpose.
Action takes place at an incredibly fast pace. You packed a number of events in four minutes and some. The injury to self is heartening. The accursed burglars!
I suppose it still counts aplenty, to remain as one piece despite the whopping loss of money. It makes a good story to tell the folks at home over dinner. You actually went through it? Personal?
Both versions are equally appealing, working successfully to unfold the tale of sorrow and gradual recovery from the assault of enemy hoards.
While unfolding story seen from the first person point of view takes the character into the terrible experience of fear and panic directly, the other one through third person point of view reports the events. That is the only key difference. Both have their respective places. While the third person, the omniscient narrator has access to all situations, the first person can talk of the events that he or she is a part of.
It depends on the author's wish as to which voice he or she would like to adopt.
This is a great way to understand the role of first and third person point of view.
It is a very novel thought, rejoicing in suffering.
If suffering becomes continuous and never ending, the person becomes habituated to it. A time comes when he treats suffering something normal and not a big deal.
I also heard that it is better to treat suffering as a matter of pleasure. If I think more about it, I feel that suffering has a way of testing the endurance of the spiritual strength. Only then one can rejoice in it I think.
You also mention of hidden mysteries being manifested. This could be the outcome of rejoicing in suffering. New insights surface.
I chose this rather curious story to review for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another year of association with the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
The thriller story has a good beginning. Character is well described and we appreciate his sense of humor.
All his efforts to get the suitcase out to pack for a journey without wife are described convincingly.
And then the shock hits us.
Why would he do that? Perhaps short aside telling the reader the reason for this bizarre murder can be considered.
I picked this telling poem from your port to review for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations for being an active member at the WDC for another year. Have a lovely day.
Coming to the poem, I should say it is a very sensitive rendering of self. Your imagination is pretty vivid and appeals to the eye and heart of the reader.
Whatever be the state of your mind, what I could visualize is that you have the ability to detach yourself from the physical body and see it like another person. That is very unique about it.
Now that you have put your feelings on paper, I am sure you are rid of your depression and return to normalcy.
Crush story is fine. It will be better if you edit the grammar components.
{ He said I will drop you. I am going from the same way.}
Put the direct speech in quotation marks.
( He said, "I will drop you. I am going from the same way".)
Follow the grammar rule, wherever you have direct speech and a comma before that.
"God's arrangement to make us together"
(Our meeting seems God's arrangement)
This story is fine with a flashback at its core. Your only problem is punctuation mostly. If you refer to good grammar text, you can do better.
I absolutely agree with you. My parents did a lot of "honking" too, while my siblings and I were growing. We did feel irritated, yet followed their advice and opinions regarding several things. We realized the value of encouragement in our later lives.
I appreciate the example given here. The goose that leads has a lot to do. Its positioning, matters for the rest of the geese to fly with a direction and benefit thereby.
This allegorical fiction about encouragement comes through quite clearly, which many would find worth paying attention to.
Indeed, encouragement is a key factor in finding success. I appreciate the simple way in which you talked about something quite profound.
College definitely contributes to personality development. I was very much like Rachel. It was only in college we get to meet different types of people. It is a rich experience. Cecilia did a great favor to Rachel by letting her find feet in college.
I could see panic, bitterness and confusion in Rachel, which you have portrayed very well indeed.
"When Rachel first figured out, she cried. She cried endlessly. Then she punched pillows,..."
Language flows free of flaws.
Style is your own.
Interesting read about the behavior pattern of an introvert.
I picked this short poem to review for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations for completing another year at the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
I like the theme of your poem. You have shown how you have reached success, traveling on the road of risks and challenges.
You said, the reason behind your success is your determination. I agree, there is nothing like a strong will or will power.
Your imagery is impressive. With a few edits, this poem will shine better.
Edit-
"There were risk of many kind"
(There were risks of many kinds)
I like this phrase "outside the box." It is so meaningful and makes one curious. It is so constricting to stay locked up in the narrow interior for long. Yet, I like many, stayed there and thought that was all the world is. My life changed after I realized how really different the outside world is. I knew that I could breathe better and get all the benefits of freedom, of letting yourself go.
This poem is like an eye-opener to those who are prisoners of doubt, reserve, shyness and lack of self-confidence and most importantly, fear.
"Tunnels we made out of judgement and fear,
We no longer need in the sunny sky."
I picked this lovely telling story from your port to review for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another year of association with the WDC. Have a delightful day!
Music touches the soul and has the power of letting it experience great happiness. For the old lady, the melody you played must have been like an oasis in a desert. It obviously soothed her in way that had reflected in her eyes.
The teacher's words are worthy enough to follow as a significant and vital advice to those who are musically tuned.
Each sentence of the story is well crafted and attention to details attracts me.
" The candle on the small, round mahogany table only deepens the creases in her wizened face. "
A strange but a memorable encounter with a person who could refresh her sweet and musical past.
I saw this little piece about a small boy in your port and thought of reviewing it for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on being an active member of the WDC for another year. Have a wonderful day!
I admire the clarity of your first memory. It is difficult to recall the very first memory so well. I notice that your mother is extremely pleasant and patient with her two-year old, who wrenched open her cabinet of bottles.
" it quickly turned soft as she saw the fascination I had looking at all the treasures within."
Each child is attracted by something that is unique to him or her. Your fascination with the bottles is your special like, I think.
The story of that bottle with " deepest purple hue" is fascinating. Imagine how it would affect a small kid when he looked through it. The world changes into a colorful world and gives him joy.
Nice little meaningful story told in lucid English.
So the curious question would be, whom did Elle Gardner marry ultimately? one of them, Gabriel or Judd? Or made a clean start with someone else from a town other than " a small county in South Carolina?"
Story looks pretty with a paragraph for each of the teenagers and one for introduction and another for conclusion. It is pretty engaging in its own limited scope. You could enlarge it and show some situations as to how would the girl decide whom to take on finally. Well, you cannot love two boys simultaneously. Being friendly is different from being in love.
You have created the conflict quite well.
Language is well handled with descriptive passages through the narration.
I chose to review this byte-size poem for the emotion you showed through it. Congratulations on completing another year of creative activity at the WDC. Congratulations and have a lovely day!
Well, many of us do hate Math forgetting its value to life and world too. You see time is based on math and many other things like our days in the calendar, our past, our age etc.
However, I fully understand your ire at the subject, especially if you are a student and if Math is a compulsory to make the passing grade. Many of us also hate the Math teacher, poor lady for no fault of hers.
Anyway, this is an entertaining poem with an equation and an effigy.
When love hits you in teens, you are thrown into a kind of turbulent sea. New sentiments and sensibilities are unavoidable. you become a victim of buffeting emotions. you have shown these emotions quite vocally in this free style poem.
"My mind is swept of everything I know?"
You think a world of her ways. She listens, understands and not judgmental at all like the folks you know so far in life. So this is an unusual experience, which remains on the mind and which you think about, you "reminisce."
The questions you ponder on are very naturally presented, because we all went through these experiences, those precious bewildering and baffling moments.
Your title is absolute spot on.
The end is truly like a climax for that period of time you went through.
Great story!
Experience is the best teacher. Protecting others with her skillful knowledge of martial art, Angela goes a long way. she fights the trouble-makers and assures Jackie of her ability to save Sara, her daughter, a bit of a prodigal.
I like this Angela's character because of various angles you have created in her. She tries to get away from home due to her mother's complicated life.
It is her experience with Jackie that helped her understand her own mother's misery.
Her resolve to rescue her mother from the clutches of a no-good lover ends the story.
You brought in the present chaos of racial injustice and brutalities, which is made to lend relevance to the story.
Finally, she understands mother's love and it is a good message that comes through quite clearly.
I find the narration very interesting. The way the flood rose gradually to completely submerge civilization is a fine example of nature's fury. It was truly alarming to see the your man swimming god knows for how many hours and to reach a strange place from nowhere. This looks terrestrial and out of the ordinary. For a moment, I wonder if it is just a dream of a catastrophe.
"Soon, through the rain, a faint orange figure appeared from the sky."
The lesson that we must learn is to treat nature as she deserves, with respect and love.
Floods are natural disasters. These occurrences are due to imbalances caused by pollution at different levels, I heard. The sooner we understand it, the better it would be for human race. Otherwise, we pay for it as you have so perceptively shown.
The guys at the end and their conversation were a bit of puzzle for me.
I chose this short story on nature from your port to review for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations for another year of creative activity at the WDC. Have a lovely day!
I fully agree with you that humanity needs to treat nature with love and respect. After all we are blessed by her year after year with food, water and air to breathe and enjoy the gift of life. We do not give her the special regard she deserves. Many treat her like dirt and many encash on her vast reserves of flora and fauna. There is a limit for atrocities committed against her. But being foolish and foolhardy, human race crossed that line of limit and you have diagrammatically shown the result of greed and lust for power.
A meaningful allegory that should drive sense into many of us, who still have to realize the value of Mother Earth.
Hi,
it is an engaging read. Rebecca's situation and her suffering are well shown. I understand that she was kidnapped and kept in captivity. The reason? How would they make profit out of her? What kind of business they run? Is it a cult organization or a crime club?
Similarly, you told us of her parents, who believed their daughter was killed and a thirty year old guy, who pleaded guilty. who is he? Why does do that?
At the end of the story we are given the news that Rebecca had escaped. How? who are her captors?
"a thousand miles away, Rebecca's mother, Maria, ...." A thousand miles from where?
The cell has imprisoned many and still counting. Out there, a number of willing slaves cannot do without the cell.
Its shape, face and prompt action and the way it brings the whole world to your palm and fingertips, have a mesmerizing effect on the owner.
You have shown the damage it can effect in one's life.
"Things more became surreal"
I know the feeling, almost teetering on the edge of normal world.
The metaphor you use is perfect.
"That techno-parasite'
The short study of a cell phone in appealing tercets is much appreciated.
It flows well.
Write on!
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