I haven't done a prompt in almost exactly a year. (Last one was posted 8/7/08.) Ironically, that's the day before I began the relationship that has kind of really influenced this story way more than it should have. D:
So, I thought I had a neat idea, as usual not being able to actually write about what's in the picture, but the more I wrote it, the less I liked it. :| Who cares, it's done. I'm going to try and do these more often. Maybe even on time, who knows?
So, I thought I had a neat idea, as usual not being able to actually write about what's in the picture, but the more I wrote it, the less I liked it. :| Who cares, it's done. I'm going to try and do these more often. Maybe even on time, who knows?
Category Story / Human
Species Gryphon
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 24 kB
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I liked it. The reactions and the dialogue between the two characters felt very real and you wrote it well. Though I get this feeling that emotions in this story hit close to home for you. Hopefully you can start doing the prompts again. You seem to come up with some very unique ideas.
I've still got all of them listed. :3 Thanks to some advice given by Poey, I'll hopefully get a bunch done in time.
And yeah, the emotions, once I recognized it, I was kinda, "Whoa, too personal," and then I sort of crapped out on the whole thing. I think the opening is better than its denouement. :/
And yeah, the emotions, once I recognized it, I was kinda, "Whoa, too personal," and then I sort of crapped out on the whole thing. I think the opening is better than its denouement. :/
It was good, yet bad. It showed the same lack of communication and understanding that so many people face. One person is tormented, and the other is unsympathetic. Nice slice of life, but it would have been a bit mor interestig had you delved a bit deeper into one or anothers psyche. If the goofy dream meant nothing, why would he even bring it up? If it was so consuming, and she so... Uninvolved, wouldn't that have hurt him? ersonally, I love where you are going with this, its a way I have felt for months and months now, wanting to hold onto something simple, beautiful and fantastical. Yet real life, and what we must do strikes again, and again, keeping us from the beauty of out dreams, from undrstanding them, enjoying them. You always wake up before you taste it, you always wake up before it all makes sense, and you always wake up before you can touch that which you desire. Instead you are left witth the unrelenting thirst of real life, same as it ever was.
The dream keeps recurring, so he's wracking his brain because he thinks it's some kind of omen or sign having to do with their relationship. In the end, he realizes it doesn't matter, and that's the whole point. I don't feel like I got that across very well, which is why I'm not happy with this.
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