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… as they gently winking into their evening existence…
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There seems to be a little tense issue: ‘winked’ instead of ‘winking’.
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… not the rolling danger and the clenching pain in her heart.
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I don’t really understand how she could’ve seen this even if she hadn’t been blind. The rest of the list are of things that she really could see, and then we get here and I got a little lost. I can’t be sure what you mean by ‘rolling danger’. Does that mean it’s coming towards her? That it’s already there, but just keeping going? I don’t really understand.
As far as the pain in her heart, I think it might be better served if you mentioned it when you mention her soul being full of despair a few sentences down.
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… in her eyes and her soul had long since burnt out.
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Not a major issue, but you could drop the second ‘her’.
“… in her eyes and soul…”
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She was full to the brim with the despair and damp darkness that surrounded her.
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I feel like this contradicts your previous statements. If she’s hollow, how can she be full of anything? I like the idea, but I think it needs to be stated differently so that you retain the fact that she is empty.
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The rain sent the tears down her face that she was unable to cry.
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Another idea I really like, but I think it could be approached differently. I think it’s the ‘rain sent’ bit. I feel that since the rain
are the tears, they aren’t really sending them.
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It sung the emptiness of her core…
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This is a personal preference, but what about changing ‘sung’ to ‘echoed’, since she’s hollow. It would serve to further drive the ‘empty core’ idea.
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She turned slowly, as if in a dream.
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While I like where you’re going with it, this is the third simile almost in a row. (The other two being “like he was in a cloud” and “like a lost soul”.) I think you should change one of them to a metaphor just to change it up a bit.
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… brown and naive…
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I’m pretty sure Mene. doesn’t do it, but just so you know when you submit it to the magazine, the ‘i’ in ‘naive’ has an umlaut over it.
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… even with his apparent age of stubble and jobs and a driver's license.
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I understand what you mean, but the sentence seems odd. I think you can end the sentence at ‘apparent age’ and put the bit about his stubble, job and diver’s license in a fragmented sentence after it. Or put it after a semi-colon.
I also think ‘driver’s license’ can be dropped, since it is part of his job. However I
do like that there are three things listed.
“… even with his apparent age; his stubble, his job, his (item number three).”
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… mirroring the desperation at her answer that resonated in him.
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You… You lost me. I got that his eyes are mirroring her desperation, but it sounds a little like her answer is already resonating in him. I’d restructure the sentence.
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She opened her mouth to speak, but all that escaped was a fireworks of silent coughing…
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There seems to be a plural discrepancy here. You could either go:
“…were fireworks of silent coughing…” or “…was a firework’s display of silent coughing…”
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Warm hands grasped her, dragged her, pushed her onto the stained seat of the yellow taxi and closed the door, ignored the way she leeched his heat, the way she weighted as much as a feather of black.
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I think this sentence is too long. I’d end it at ‘closed the door’ and start a new one at ‘ignored the way’.
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… the way she weighted as much as a feather of black.
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‘weighed’ instead of ‘weighted’. And I’m a little confused as to why the color of the feather is important in a description of weight. It feels a little needless. I’d drop it.
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The melody of the rain was muted behind steel and glass.
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For all my picking at the piece, I
really like this sentence.
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… lost in herself and lost to the world.
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I feel like there isn’t enough connection between these two to be so close together.
“… lost in herself as much as to the world”? Well that doesn’t sound much better, but do you see what I mean about relating the two together? If you don’t want to do that, I suggest either dropping one or putting the second in a separate (albeit fragmented) sentence.
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He decided she was hurt, sick, to take her to the hospital.
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‘to take her to the hospital’ doesn’t seem to flow quiet as well as ‘hurt, sick’. I suggest making the ‘to take her to the hospital’ a separate sentence.
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… dull platinum hair…
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I feel like ‘platinum’ is too shiny, too… alive for the feeling your going for here.
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Silent as a mouse, silent as the grave.
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I’d choose one or the other. They don’t seem related enough to use both. Personally, I’d choose ‘silent as the grave’, I think it fits the theme better.
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She moved, her very existence shimmered frenetically.
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I’d change the comma to a semi-colon.
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… the scream of the Furies and of a fallen angel.
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Can you pull these two together more? Furies, to me, mean that she is screaming in some kind of guilt, where as ‘fallen angel’ seems to have a far more maniacal connotation (thanks to the original fallen angel). So I’d choose which ever one you think has a more fitting connotation.
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His mind was silent as a mime as he stared.
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I feel like ‘as a mime’ is a bit too… light-hearted for the piece at this point. I think leaving it as ‘was silent’ without a simile would be fine.
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In his memory, the haunting visions of pale grey eyes stared back.
Somewhere, in the middle of a storm-soaked street, she stood alone.
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What.
Now
this is what ending a story is about! =D
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I won’t lie – when I first started reading this I was worried it was going to end up being a love story about a nice cabbie helping some girl with a horrible-pity-me life. Most stories that focus so heavily on despair, especially in the beginning, end up being like that.
You have no idea how happy I am to see that I was totally and completely wrong in every way.
As I incoherently stated above, the ending was
fantastic. Any minor issue I found in the critique above was more than worth passing over for the end.
For the sake of every person who reads the literary magazine at your school, please send it in to them. My school had a literary magazine and if it had had anything as well worth a read as this it might have done worlds better.
Congratulations on the great short story.
My only question is if ‘she’ is a banshee? And, if so, are banshee’s known for having platinum hair? If so, then toss away my suggestion about that earlier. I don’t know anything about banshee’s except that they shriek when someone is (is about to be?) dead.