Hi there! I think I've seen you around YWS once or twice, but I don't think I've ever properly introduced myself. My name is Saint and I shall be your critiquer today. ^^
Gadzooks, I can't find the movable quick reply! Ah well. Back to the olden days.
A soft peace emanated from the sailboat. Resting in bobbing waters, its lonely sail was loose and easy in a gentle day’s breeze.
This is a nice start, but can you expand on it a little bit? I'm sure there's more to the boat than just its sail. Describe it a bit more -- the paint colour, the name, the size, stuff like that.
She trusted her fingers to their task – to perfect the shaded colors of a mysterious sea, to apply layers of color and texture, giving life to the painted scene.
Again, a nice start, but you can definitely do the same thing as above. Sensory description, love!
No longer a refuge met her eyes, but a half talented diversion.
This is worded a bit odd -- it took me a few read throughs to figure out what you meant. And I'm still not entirely sure if I do understand. Try, "What met her eyes was no longer a refuge, but a half-talented diversion." Or something of the type.
Artistic skill, she knew, would never truly carry her away from this crazy life. The responsibility of having another depend on her could never be shed so easily.
Mmm, yay for telling and boring the bejeebus out of me.
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Aww, a cute little story. Not terribly much to say in the way of criticisms, except that you could expand on your descriptions a bit, to really suck your reader into this little flash fiction. I've pointed all of that out above.
Overall, a nice, sweet little piece. Good description (but could use a bit more), nice imagery. Pleasant and refreshing. Well done.
-Saint Razorblade
The Official YWS Pirate
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