Hey there! ^_^ Stopping in with some comments~ I'm Hannah, by the way. ^_^
I. Little Things
The half of my sanity that traced itself around the cold pavement froze as soon as it had appeared. I was lost without a sound or care. I did not like the place I was, and yet methodically my feet continued to hit the pavement in rhythmic motion; I could not cry for help; my breaths were deep.
The beginning of this piece is really confusing. Okay, the whole piece is slightly confusing and I never really got a firm hold on it, but this beginning, especially, is confusing. To me, the first sentence makes no sense at all. I cannot find the image of a half of something tracing itself around the pavement and then freezing? I really can't figure that out, and so I hope you consider rewriting it into something that will grab attention in a more accessible way. I also don't like the repetition of semi-colons in the last part of this. Periods would work just as well.
One talks of being alone, but it surely seems as if there is always someone there to pick up the pieces and mold a broken puzzle back together.
Perhaps piecing the puzzle back together would make more sense, otherwise I get the image of like... wetting the puzzle pieces and fusing them together that way.
My fear of solitude grew, and I ran, and I ran, but it never waned a spark of doubt.
This doesn't make sense. The fear never waned a spark of doubt? If the fear never waned, then that makes sense, but what's up with the spark of doubt? Please try to rework it so it makes sense! =]
I turned around for a moment, not expecting what to see.
This also does not make sense. I can see what you're trying to say, that you didn't know what to expect to see, right? Then say that. 'Not knowing what I expected to see' or something like that. ^_^
The reminisces were faster and more durable than my fragile self, but they managed to stay just within my sight.
I definitely think 'memories' instead of 'reminisces' would make this sentence a lot more accessible and less confusing. xD
I allowed her eyes to open again, only to see the lost times floating up into the bleak darkness.
I really like the idea that you have here, of the person like becoming who she hated, though it's not clear what relationship the hated person has with the guy or what the narrator has with the guy. It's all quite confusing, but I do like the concept of the metamorphosis. Anyways, using 'lost times' as a noun is really awkward here. >_< Try something else?
II. Overall
I think the concept behind this piece is phenomenal. The imagery is spectacular, at least when I can grasp it. I don't know if it's really just me and I'm not thinking in the right way to get this story, but it's kind of bothering me that it isn't just the tiniest bit clearer. I'm not saying I want a full explanation of the situation, but some more hints spread throughout would make it much better than having just that one section where it even touches on the situation in reality.
Keep it up. PM me if you have any questions or if you want anything else reviewed! ^_^
-Hannah-
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