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Practice Makes Perfect

by Sionarama


A little girl with brown, curly hair like vines and tan skin sat on the hardwood floor of the room, violin in hand, and began to cry. Her breathing was rough and shaky as tears streak her chubby cheeks.

“I just can’t do it, Stephanie!” the girl cried in anguish. She beat her hands against the floor, but stopped her tantrum for a moment to make sure the naughty violin, which caused this trouble, was okay.

“Of course you can, Siona! You can do anything. Haven’t I always told you that practice makes perfect?” A pretty lady with nice skin and dark hair named Stephanie patiently told the girl on the floor.

“I know! It’s just so hard!” Once more, the little girl let out a sob.

“It won’t be so hard if you keep practicing.” The woman kneeled next to the little girl. The little girl stopped crying, her tears were reduced to little snuffles. “You can do anything if you set your mind to it. Here,” The woman stood up and swung the girl up. The girl couldn’t help it, she let out a giggle. The lady picked up the offending instrument and put it into the little girls arms, eagerly reaching for it, the frustration forgotten.

“Now,” Stephanie smiled, “Let’s see what you can do.”

Years later on a fluffy, white carpet, the girl is taller and older and she is sitting down. This time, though, her cheeks are less chubby and not streaked with tears. Rather, they are scrunched up, caught in a smile. The older girl is holding a violin, not the same one, but it is a violin nonetheless. It seems as if she is deep in thought, lost in the years past.

“Siona! I don’t hear you playing!” a woman’s slightly stern voice echoed from downstairs.

The girl opened the door to her room and looked down from the balcony at her mom. Her mom has pale-ish skin, green eyes, and a crazy mass of red hair. People say the mother and daughter look alike. The girl liked that thought.

“Sorry, mom. I was just thinking...” The girl leaned over the balcony, imagining what it would be like to fall off. The girl gulped and leaned back to a safer position. “Can I play for you the new piece that I’m working on?”

“I don’t know can you?” There was a hint of laughter in her mom’s voice.

“Fine—May I play for you the new piece that I’m working on?” the girl half snapped, half smiled.

“Of course you can, Siona!” her mom laughed.

As the girl walked back into her room, she brought out her violin, bow, and music to the balcony. She carefully lifted the violin to her chin and began to play. Her bow-strokes were smooth and measured, made from lots of years of practice, her fingers touching the strings at the tips. Oh no! She made a mistake! But the girl carried on, noting that her mother had no idea of the incident. At that moment, Siona felt she could do anything with a bit of time and practice. Happiness bubbled through her, and she grinned like a jack-o-lantern. Yes, she even felt that with a bit of time and practice, she could fly.


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Wed Oct 12, 2011 11:31 am
tinny wrote a review...



Hi, Sionarama!

Her breathing was rough and shaky as tears streak her chubby cheeks.

A small something to begin with, as the story is set in the past tense, that should be streaked ;)

Okay! This reminds me of when I was learning things, perhaps not when I was young and perhaps not music (in fact chemistry comes more to mind) because it's that whole scenario of being so very frustrated by something that you just want to throw it away, but that with perseverance there will come a time where it all just clicks.

One thing that does confuse me though, is the number of characters! When I read it over the first time I got the impression that Stephanie was Siona's mother, but after reading it over a few more times I'm now not so sure. Is Stephanie her tutor or minder or something else? You could probably do with clearing that up a little, just to avoid confusion.

Something else that you could bear in mind is personal pronouns! All two/three characters in your story are women, and so there's a lot of she this and she that at times, and it can read in a slightly repetitive manner after a while. You also seem to call them 'the girl' and 'the lady' quite often, but seeing as we've already been told their names, why not use them! It helps add a little more humanity to the characters and makes them feel less distant and more like people.

A final thing to think about! This section here really sticks out to me:
The woman kneeled next to the little girl. The little girl stopped crying, her tears were reduced to little snuffles. “You can do anything if you set your mind to it. Here,” The woman stood up and swung the girl up. The girl couldn’t help it, she let out a giggle. The lady picked up the offending instrument and put it into the little girls arms, eagerly reaching for it, the frustration forgotten.

In a way, it feels very matter of fact. We've still got the issue of being very 'the girl' and 'the lady', but it feels like we're being told the this-and-that of what's happening, rather than being shown it, if that makes sense? It doesn't feel like there's a lot of fluidity between each action.

What you could do is add a little more detail and description! Maybe think about what questions people might have that could link things together, such as:

The woman stood up and swung the girl up. The girl couldn’t help it, she let out a giggle.

Why does being swung around make the girl giggle? Does she like it? (That sort of thing used to make my sister cry), how does it make her feel better? Could you describe that? It's the little things to help string each different action together so it has a bit more rhythm.

Considering how short this is though, it is quite a sweet little story. The characters are likeable (even if I can't quite tell who's who at times XD). Also, I noticed that the girl's name is Siona and your username is sionarama, is this a story based on your own experiences?

In any case, I hope that I've been of some use to you! If you have any questions or anything you'd like me to elaborate on, feel free to shoot me a PM and whatnot :D

- tinny




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Mon Oct 10, 2011 5:27 am
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Hello Sionarama,

I liked this quite a lot and it is a very interesting story. I like the description at the start and the way the story was simple and relatively easy to follow, you didn't need a complicated plot to be able to successfully tell the story. It also had an excellent moral an message behind it and you told it in a very interesting way. I like how the story wasn't based just around the message. It was also describing the character and their personality and some detail about the setting.

A little girl with brown, curly hair like vines and tan skin sat on the hardwood floor of the room, violin in hand, and began to cry.
You don't need a comma after 'violin in hand' because you wrote the word 'and' after that which cancels out the need for a comma. It is inflowing and grammatically incorrect to have a comma there. I definitely recommend changing that.

“Now,” Stephanie smiled, “Let’s see what you can do.”
At the end of this you start to begin to describing what has happened years later as a result of her practicing the violin. I think these tow sections need to be separated from each other by a set of aviatrixes or something else so that the reader can easily identify where the childhood memory ends and where the ending starts.

I myself actually play the violin and I can distinctively remember myself first learning the violin! At first it had felt like a losing battle but after a few years practice has got me so far. I can relate to the feeling of learning something completely new and quite scary thing. You have written a character with that emotion really well and it almost feels like I am actually there.

My favorite lines of this story would definitely have to be these ones quoted here:
Her breathing was rough and shaky as tears streak her chubby cheeks.
Because it is so descriptive and it helps the reader understand that the girl playing the violin is very young and not motivated at the moment.
Happiness bubbled through her, and she grinned like a jack-o-lantern. Yes, she even felt that with a bit of time and practice, she could fly.
Because it sums up the whole story really well and it is very descriptive and exciting and it makes you feel very warm inside and happy that the girl succeeded.

Overall this is a very nice story and I fully enjoyed reading it. Please continue to write more stuff like this, you are very talented writer and I like how descriptive you are in your stories. If you ever want another review or you have any questions or concerns then please contact me through a PM or a post on my wall and I will get back to you as quickly as I can. Keep up the amazing writing.

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Sun Oct 09, 2011 10:32 pm
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Here I am for the review! :D First off, I think you could come up with a more creative title. I'm awful at titles, but this one didn't really grab my attention. Also, especially in the beginning, you messed up with tenses. Most of this is told in the past, but you have a few places where you switch to present, which is annoying for the reader. Also, I caught a few places that sounded too repetitive. Read through this once more, and I think you could make it better.
As for the actual story and the description, it was really good. I like how you tied in the chubby cheeked little girl to the older one, and ended with the hope of something more. Beginning with a dream and ending with one. I like it. :)
Anyway, good job, just read it once more and you should be able to catch the mixed up tenses and awkwardly worded/repetitive lines. Overall, great job, keep writing!





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