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Hey Music,
I'm here to deliver my review.
Apologies for presenting it in document format though.

See you around then!

Wifey Alert!!

You, m'dear, are officially awesome for revising this story. I think it's a lot better now, and can't wait to continue reading this! Thanks for posting on my thread, darling!


Descriptions - Better job on this, dear, but I would still like more. At the beginning, in Molly POV, what does the gravel look like? Is the sky a dark gray, resembling her feelings? Or is it a beautiful day outside? Are the birds chirping, the sky a perfect shade of blue, and the trees full of life? Does nature mock her? Then, we come to Uncle Dan's house. Now, one thing that really bothers me here is that you say it's really messy. I would delete that part of the sentence. I mean, you tell us that she's avoiding beer bottles etc. This creates an excellent picture in our mind and I love your subtlety. But, saying outright that it's messy completely ruins the effect. [/rant] XD Aaaaaanywayz, now to the den. You say that there is a ratty couch. Eh, that's a start, but it's still a bit difficult to picture. Is it torn? Was it supposed to be a pretty color, and is now covered with a layer of dust like everything else in the house? Ya?

Characterization - Me likey your characters. So, Aiden = awesome. Uncle Dan = okay. Molly = I'm-not-quite-sure. Uncle Dan is someone I would like to know a little more about. Why exactly does he act this way? What happened in his past? Is there any good in him? Again, I would like to feel a little sympathy for me? Maybe make his voice break a little when he tells Aiden that her mother will never be well again? Or if you want him to be pure evil, make him a little more menacing. Right now, he kind of scares me in that he hits her. I would like to be scared of him even more. Maybe add a mini flashback of the pain she feels. Explain how she felt as she got up after the brutal beating. Was she aching everywhere? Did she feel as if she was torn into a million pieces? Adding some metaphor and imagery in there would really add to the fearful aura of Uncle Dan.

Flow - Wow, your piece excels in this area. I don't really think there are any problems with the flow. Oh, and you get a gold star for changing the pace. Trust me, now, I can actually feel what's going on instead of having information dumped on me. Which was, if I remember, my major complaint last time. So, excellent rewrite, darling!

Mood - I adored the beginning of it, dear. But, it seemed to detiorate a bit in the middle. She doesn't seem scared enough for me. Similarly, the uncle doesn't seem evil enough. Make her shiver whenever she talks to him. As she walks into the house does she shudder? Does she try to block out the stench of alcohol and fail miserably? Is she reluctant to take even one step because she knows that brings her closer to him? Is she in conflict with herself because she knows she must go to him? But, she doesn't want to? Is her brain telling her to stop but her feet aren't listening? Y'know what I mean? Add a little internal conflict to make her feelings a little more real and emphasized. This will also help show the evil character of her uncle...Ya?

Overall - Alright, so now that I've totally torn apart your rewrite, it's compliment time! XD My fave line had to be :

The room smelled heavily of alcohol and smoke, but I tried not to cough. My uncle didn't like it when I coughed.

[s]Music[/s] Wifey, darling, I'm back! Thanks again for using my thread, and sorry for the extremely long wait...
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Wow. This was moving, gritty and hard-hitting-you tell it like it is and it isn't fluffified at all.

I also want to say that you're very brave to approach writing about such a difficult and harrowing subject. You do so very tastefully too.

I also like how the protagonist Aiden shows vulnerability and fear without being weak.

Hi I didn't read your first piece originally but I thought this seemed really good! Sad so far though I'm definitely curious as to the reasons behind all of this, you've got a good beginning here I can't really see much, but if I'm on extra-picky mode there are a couple of things that could be changed- all down to preference though so ignore me if you think something different

I stood nearly alone between the two rows of houses; the only other thing that occupied the space was the rugged gravel, mocking me, telling me I'd never see Aiden again.

I ran through the large, messy house, dodging stray cigarette packs, old beer bottle cartons, and askew, dirty clothes, searching for him.

"Yes?" I asked upon finding him sprawled out on his ratty couch in the den

I walked out of the room, trying to think of a way to get some beer.

My uncle had told me this countless times before. The sad thing was that I believed him. But who else could I be? Certainly no one special- I wasn't talented, nor gifted; I wasn't anything at all.

My uncle had taken me away just before my mother's death. I have but one memory of her, for I was very young when he took me away:

When had my mother put a lock on my door? My uncle hastily undid the lock on the door, opened it, and stumbled in.

my mother screeched as my uncle exited the room

but I was to intimidated to try and stop the man.