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Bright Smiles and Silent Voices

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He looks so tired. But his smile still feels like drinking hot coffee; warmth seeping into your veins, comforting you and slightly lulling you to sleep. He still moves correctly, with purpose and happiness. His eyes are still bright and warm and they stay alert. His resting face is tired. When he zones off, he looks like he’s resting so peacefully. Each time he zones out, I try to focus in. I try to take the moment forever.

I don’t know the last time he’s slept. He never brings it up. He looks better, at least. His eyes are alight, and he doesn’t zone out. I’m still trying to figure out how I feel about that. We stay inside all day usually, but he’s been trying to get out of the apartment lately. He loves the bodega on the corner. We always leave with e-cigarettes and sunflower seeds.

We talk, but it’s usually just in gestures and rare monosyllables.

We drive off after a hasty jumpstart from his neighbor. We’re actually speaking in sentences for a change, and his voice sounds so great after so long. It sounds quiet, as if disuse stunted its volume. He drives, sucking on a mint cough drop and speaking a mile a minute. We talk about music and art and ourselves and each other so fast until we both grow more and more silent with each word being flung into the air until it’s so claustrophobic that the silence chokes out our voices.

The silence is so sudden and pervasive that we drive for at least 15 miles before he turns on the radio. It’s even further before his voice trickles back into the air.

“I love you.”

It’s a sentence that’s not new, but one that’s been said so many times, but today, it hits me in a new way that forces my memory to clutch the first time I’ve heard him say it to me.

He says it with enough assurance that I feel convinced, as if this time was able to cement the past and found the future.

I love him. My voice isn’t strong enough to hold up such a claim, though.

But he knows.

Sometimes I worry that if I can ever say I love him, our love will have ended.

“And you love me.”

So he says it for me.

We fall back on the bed, exhausted. I silently observe as he slips into peaceful sleep, and unwillingly follow him into slumber.

In the morning, he looks tired, but not as bad as he’s been before. He still has his own personality. Fatigue hasn’t touched it. His movement is sluggish, and he sleeps longer, however.

The only time I get to see him sleep is while I drive. I don’t know how to feel about the fact that his smile isn’t as radiant during his sleep as it is during his waking hours.

I hope he won’t mind me stealing glances of him sleeping.

His fingers tangle themselves in my hair, and I sigh. He’s been more tired since we drove off. Still, he refuses to let his smile falter.

I don’t remember the last time I’ve spoken.

I feel it’s like we’re destroying each other with our own weapons of self-destruction.

My refusal to speak forces him to remain positive, and his lack of energy forces me to want less so he will rest.

“Do you love me? Say it.”

I’m in constant fear of this question. I never want to be able to say it. I don’t want my voice to break.

Sometimes I’m thankful for his lack of sleep.

He doesn’t ask much.

He looks golden in the sunrise, his body framed in an aura of gold. His smile shines brighter, light expanding and filling me and everything around me with warmth.

He looks so rested. I grin, and I am blinded with the light from his resulting smirk.

“Hi.”

It’s the first I’ve spoken in so long. My voice breaks, but he beams even brighter.

We kiss.

His lips feel as soft as the first day.

The summer feels so long, and the sun scorches the outside world. We take refuge in the apartment, content with the sunflower seeds, e-cigarettes, and each other.

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thnksfrthcffn Comment

The narrator of the story is a guy

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Kazumi
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Kazumi wrote a review · Sun May 15, 2016 3:42 pm

Another long story. I feel too lazy to actually review long stories this, but I just gotta do it. For the newbies. Bear with me if my review's not on point like my other reviews; I don't really like long stories (2lazy). Also, take everything I say with a grain of salt. It's your story, not mine. One more thing, I'll just comment on overall and things that stand out about the story. 2lazy.

I personally do not like your writing style. It's cheesy, and there's so much grotesque descriptions and so much adverbs. But I have to give credit where it's due.

Don't worry, though. It's just a conflict with my noir-like writing style, but I have to admit: your writing style is good in its own way. I'll just say this quickly. Your imagery makes me feel envious. It's actually an issue that I'm trying so hard to work on. Your imagery helps me imagine every single bit of the story, and the feelings that come along with it.

There are two problems that stand out for me, though. The first is transitioning. It seems like you keep on jumping to different points in time without any smooth transitions or transitioning devices/methods. Thus, it messes up the chronology and confuses the reader.

Another is the paragraph structure. At first, your paragraphs are well-constructed and are actually blocks of sentences. But it seems like the all sentences quickly go rogue and become independent. There's nothing wrong with having one-sentence paragraphs. They can be used for emphasis, or that's just all there is to say on the paragraph's main topic. The thing is though, there are actually sentences that are related and can be grouped together in one paragraph, but you keep them apart. Don't do that, please. It scatters ideas, and can actually make your story really messy.

Just remember what you've learned in English: each paragraph should have its own main topic, and several other supporting ideas that elaborate on or support the main idea.

Overall, the writing style is very descriptive and the way you present the plot is unique, but it is hindered by your lack of smooth transition from one topic/point in time to another and your poor paragraph construction.

I rate it 7/10. Two for the writing style, two for the plot, and three for Hisoka (hue)

Take note of all these reviews around you, apply them, and I'll see you again. And hopefully, I'll give you a much better review.

The writing style does lose flavor quickly, and is very overused.

I definitely understand the lack of transition and consistency, and I'm glad you brought up my paragraph structure.

Using many single lines destroys the meaning of each of them.

Each line distracts and subtracts from the meaning of the other lines.

Thanks for the review and the rating!
(Hisoka ftw)

You just gotta take pride in the way you present your plot though. It feels like a Snapchat, you know. It feels like it looks at little parts in the everyday life of your main character with "him."

The way you present it also paints a clear image in my mind. And that image is something that feels very warm whenever I think about it. You just have to take pride in that.

You just gotta take pride in the way you present your plot though. It feels like a Snapchat, you know. It feels like it looks at little parts in the everyday life of your main character with "him."

The way you present it also paints a clear image in my mind. And that image is something that feels very warm whenever I think about it. You just have to take pride in that.

You just gotta take pride in the way you present your plot though. It feels like a Snapchat, you know. It feels like it looks at little parts in the everyday life of your main character with "him."

The way you present it also paints a clear image in my mind. And that image is something that feels very warm whenever I think about it. You just have to take pride in that.

You just gotta take pride in the way you present your plot though. It feels like a Snapchat, you know. It feels like it looks at little parts in the everyday life of your main character with "him."

The way you present it also paints a clear image in my mind. And that image is something that feels very warm whenever I think about it. You just have to take pride in that.

You just gotta take pride in the way you present your plot though. It feels like a Snapchat, you know. It feels like it looks at little parts in the everyday life of your main character with "him."

The way you present it also paints a clear image in my mind. And that image is something that feels very warm whenever I think about it. You just have to take pride in that.

You just gotta take pride in the way you present your plot though. It feels like a Snapchat, you know. It feels like it looks at little parts in the everyday life of your main character with "him."

The way you present it also paints a clear image in my mind. And that image is something that feels very warm whenever I think about it. You just have to take pride in that.

You just gotta take pride in the way you present your plot though. It feels like a Snapchat, you know. It feels like it looks at little parts in the everyday life of your main character with "him."

The way you present it also paints a clear image in my mind. And that image is something that feels very warm whenever I think about it. You just have to take pride in that.

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zsmith
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zsmith wrote a review · Sun May 15, 2016 9:02 am

Hey there, zsmith here to review.

This piece speaks volumes of sadness, love and simplicity. Your word choice, sentence structure and flow are all excellent.

I just have one critique. I felt a little unsatisfied with some parts, though. You speak often of driving, but never where to or why. It jumped from driving to falling back in bed, which ruined the flow a bit. So its just difficult to always picture things and understand the situation and what's going on. Maybe the story isn't supposed to be about what's actually happening and more about how the narrator is feeling, but its still good for the reader to understand little details like that. I don't know why they're not speaking, why she refuses to say "I love you", and that mystery creates tensions and suspense which is good, but then they suddenly start talking about without ever explaining why. I guess I'm just the type of person who's always asking "why", so feel free to ignore me. Just personally I'd like to see more details to gain a deeper understanding of the situation, it would, for me at least, make it a more satisfying read.

All in all, this was a beautiful piece. Well done.
Keep writing.
-Zsmith.

Thanks!

I definitely understand the lack of flow and clarity.

I'm glad to have a reviewer that asks why, cause that makes me ask why.

Thanks again!

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Lavvie
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Lavvie wrote a review · Sun May 15, 2016 8:40 am

Hi thnksfrthcffn! Welcome to YWS! I'm glad to see that you already adapting well to the site. :)

This story is good. There is surety and confidence in the voice and tone of this piece that I really admire. All of this has contributed to a very cute and adorable atmosphere. Considering you classified this as "Teen Fiction", I think you have done a good job in keeping with the YA theme. There's enough sadness, enough love, enough simplicity. Kudos to you!

However, there is always room for improvement, even in the best of stories. One of the big issues here is that the clarity is somewhat lacking. There is no problem with keeping the reader guessing and making things somewhat ambiguous, but in doing so you have to make sure to leave enough tiny clues throughout the story that, by the end, your reader has been able to kind of piece things together. Yes, perhaps they will not be one hundred percent sure about the outcome or what transpired, but at least they will have a fairly informed guess. Otherwise, the other option is that the reader will sort of have an idea but they're mostly unsure of it and themselves. Unfortunately, there is enough jumble, enough jumping around, that your story has ended up being too ambiguous. If this were part of something bigger, than that might not necessarily be an issue but because this is a stand-alone short story – and it's rather short at that – you need to give the reader at least something to latch onto.

Still on the topic of clarity versus ambiguity, I felt that the events that took place were a little confused. Perhaps I read it wrong, but I'm fairly sure they were driving and talking and then all of a sudden they were falling back on a bed. Good ideas, well-written all of them, but I am also left confused. You might be missing some crucial linking sentences or maybe you just forgot where they were or maybe you meant for it all to be like that. If it's the latter, then I do suggest you switch it up a bit just because I think the strange occurrence of events is greatly contributing to the unfortunate case of total ambiguity.

In fact, a moment where I think you could have gone on and which might be a good case for making time pass is where the narrator says she remembers the first time the guy told her he loved her. Really, I thought then we were going to have a heartwarming flashback... but then we didn't and I was kind of shocked. I mean, you could count that as defying a cliche, yet you also kind of build the reader up to that moment. Personally, I felt that it was slightly unfair to deny us of such a tender moment that would have likely provided some crucial background information (which then might also help clear up some of this confusion going on).

I'm a little annoyed with the narrator as well. I understand that she is scared that the moment she says, "I love you" then that will mean their love has reached some sort of peak. It's a twisted way of looking at it, but I guess it works. At the same time, her guy is dying or something and she can't tell him in his last days of her love for him? It's obviously all that he wants and, considering the common conception that the person who does confess their love is the one who loves less, I don't blame him for being a little disappointed when his girlfriend/wife/whatever else cannot admit her love. I think it's a little melodramatic on her part and I end up actually having difficulty sympathizing for her and her situation when she doesn't seem ready and willing to wholeheartedly devote herself to her dying significant other. Just my thoughts.

Overall, this was well-written and sweet. It had just the right amount of tragedy and love to make it feel very much like a YA tear-at-the-heartstrings kind of story, even in spite of the confusion and slightly annoying narrator. Let me know when you write anything else, because I would definitely love to read it!

Also, if you have any questions about this review or the site, feel free to ask me or anyone else in green (the moderators).

Best,
Lav

Thank you for the review!

I definitely understand the issue with clarity. I've gotta do better with linking the events so that it makes sense to both the reader and the author.

Also, I definitely see the melodrama of the narrator. Again, I should do a better job of writing, instead of expecting the audience to piece it together the way I did.

Thanks again for taking your time to write a review!



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