Posted by Taylor on Sunday, April 6, 2008 at 11:35am.
My L.A. hates this short story, but I love it. Can you tell me what's wrong with it??
I stormed out of the house, making as much noise as possible. Even beyond the door I had slammed shut, I could hear my parents shouting at each other. I zipped up my sweater, shoved my hands into my pockets, and sulked off. I marched far away from that awful place to the edge of my property and plopped down on to the grass. I had heard once that being silent and still would clam down anger. So I exhaled and closed by eyes. At first, nothing but silence rang in my ears. Then, the voices echoed once again.
I could hear my momís red-faced shrieks replay themselves in my head. I could hear my dadís thunderous bellows as he paced through the hallways. My baby
sisterís wails at all of the disturbance. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter. Not that
world, I told myself. Try the world outside your head.
I listened, and I heard. Crickets sang out to me in their peaceful manner. They sounded like children, so chatty and perky. I had to smile. This was good. I listened harder, trying to hear even more.
The frogs began to croak, like a group of old friends talking. They all had something to say. All at the same time. Yet they all seemed to know what the others
were talking about. I heard a small splash as one jumped into the pond. He must
have had enough. Just like me.
I heard the small, pitiful mew of a kitten. The stray that pokes around our farm. Still with closed eyes, I allowed my fingers to follow the noise. They finally reached something warm and soft. I picked up the kitten and held it close. I could feels its little heartbeat banging like a drum. It must have run out to meet me.
I then listened harder than I ever had before. I heard the grass rustle.
Whispering reassurances. Things we need to hear.
Then I swear I could hear the stars twinkle. Little angelic chimes that filled the night air. I could see them in my head, although my eyes were still shut. The
twinkling stars made more beautiful music than any man-made instrument.
I opened my eyes and gazed up, entranced by the pure beauty of it all. Slowly
transformed by the bells that played for me tonight.
I wished my parents could hear the stars. They would never understand the pure joy of the glistening melody that danced across the darkness and the silence. They would never hear because they never listen. Not even to each other.
I decided one thing then and there. Just because my parents werenít willing to
venture towards the world outside their heads, I wouldnít let them keep my sister
trapped. I would take her out here on every night such as this, and together we
would listen. I could hear her now, laughing with delight. She would understand. I
would make her.
And so I sat there, on that small patch of our planet, for the rest of the night. I stroked the kittenís head and listened as the crickets joined the frogs in
conversation, and the grass whispered, and the stars chimed. And it reminded me of
people, all making their own sound and beat to create something beautiful. Maybe
we were put there for this purpose only. To combine our unique sounds and make
one song, one song that would ring all across the oceans, the mountains, the
deserts, the plains, and sky. And so I sit there enjoying this this orchestra of the
And I was at peace.
- English - bobpursley, Sunday, April 6, 2008 at 11:56am
This is hardly a short story, but it is a scene. Some of your word choices seem inappropriate, or at least could have been better. Some of your thougthts need developing, or elminating (ie, your sister). The last paragraph is a start at a conclusion, but it fragments: You speak of people making something beautiful, but the first paragraph certainly didn't describe that. Is it nature that makes things beautiful, if only people will listen and observe?
If I were you, I would put this pictorial piece away for a couple of days, then come back, reread, and rework it.
Often we write, and we forget the most important thing about writing is what our readers see in the work. We have to look afresh to see that.
- English - victoria, Sunday, April 6, 2008 at 12:38pm
The best part to me was the 1st paragraph, and when you talk about your sister. Thats the only part that tells a story. The rest is about sounds. The wording is good to me but the whole story got lost. Read it over in a couple of days.
- English - Krissy, Sunday, April 6, 2008 at 1:39pm
wow! when i read the first few sentences i was amazed!
- English - Kirstin, Tuesday, April 8, 2008 at 6:59pm
This is a good paper. You should try to add alot of Expressions in your paper. I had to do a paper like this and my teacher said add more expression to your story to give it more feeling.
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