Aleana

by Slowlyfaded

Published September 29, 2006

She moves through the trees. Tired yet determined, she runs. As though free of the world she forgets her pain and suffering. The love she once had no longer haunts her. Its almost like there is a cloak of assure is keeping her from her own agony.

She stops to breathe and thunder sounds in the distance. She laughs as it falls from the sky. Now drenched, reality returns and her serenity disappears. Shaking her head she forces the water from her face, then continues.

Now after jogging for thirty minutes strait she loses breath again. She lets her pace slow to a walking jog than stops completely as she reaches a small stream.

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kaitlyn
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kaitlyn wrote a review Review · Jul 28, 2020

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),

Hi! I'm Knight Hardy here on a mission to ensure that all works on YWS has at least two reviews. You will probably never see this but....Imma do this anyway.

First Impression: Okayy....a pretty short story here. Sounds like a prologue to a novel more than an actual short story. You get a sense of some kind of emotion but beyond that you don't really get any sort of idea about what's going on here or why it's going on. You just see a woman running possibly from some danger or maybe someone from her past or something along those lines.

Anyway let's get right to it,

She moves through the trees. Tired yet determined, she runs. As though free of the world she forgets her pain and suffering. The love she once had no longer haunts her. Its almost like there is a cloak of assure is keeping her from her own agony.


That word shouldn't be there.

She stops to breathe and thunder sounds in the distance. She laughs as it falls from the sky. Now drenched, reality returns and her serenity disappears. Shaking her head she forces the water from her face, then continues.


Like someone mentioned earlier you have to specify that its rain or it sounds like you are saying that thunder is falling and that's wrong.

Now after jogging for thirty minutes strait she loses breath again. She lets her pace slow to a walking jog than stops completely as she reaches a small stream.


That's kind of an ominous ending right there. Paired with the beginning that you came up with this is quite the picture. It leaves us hanging to imagine what might happen next and that's quite dark if you look at it closely.

Aaand that's all for this one. A short review for a very short piece.

Overall: Overall I felt like this conveyed a very powerful image for how short it was. It appears to be really on first glance but if you read into a bit you see quite the dark little story in there. For that purpose works, we get a decent sense of what she's doing and the tiniest hint of her emotions as she does what she does.

As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.

Stay Safe
Harry

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Griffinkeeper
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Griffinkeeper commented Comment · Sep 30, 2006

Please comment in other people's story before you post another thread.

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Myth
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Myth wrote a review Review · Sep 30, 2006

Is this meant to be a chapter or a prologue?

I have no idea who this 'she' is and why she is running. There is no introduction and I didn't feel anything while reading it.

She stops to breathe and thunder sounds in the distance. She laughs as it falls from the sky.


Thunder doesn't fall from the sky. I think you meant rain as later 'she' shakes her head of the water, but you forgot to mention that it was raining in the first place.

Now after jogging for thirty minutes strait she loses breath again.


strait should be straight.

Slow things down. I have no clue what the plot may be or where all this is.

Good luck!

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deleted commented Comment · Sep 29, 2006

PET PEEVES> "as though". ick (x2)

runing through trees= metephoric
jogging becomes out of place.

YWS needs to have a category for first drafts.



Sometimes I'm terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
— Poe