Fish - Comments

I read other people's comments, sorry. Just wanted to get that out of the way. I don't know if it's abnormal. It's just something I do. And I found the perfect word to describe this amazing one-shot in Bad Luck's comment. Refreshing. It was refreshing, indeed. And I like how from even the info of the story, I could tell it was going to be in Mikey's point of view. I don't know, it must be your talent again...
And like most of your stuff, it was vivid as fuck. I felt like I was there with Mikey. I felt like I was Mikey. Like the grass poking at me and making small cuts and the chill running up my spine when he mentioned the wind and the cold. And I felt Frank's hands and saw Mikey's skinny fingers like mine.
And I loved it.
I really liked the way Mikey thought. It reminded me of the movie version of Dr. Manhattan from Watchmen. Just the way all the words were placed together. And how I forced myself to read it outloud becos it sounded a lot more beautiful like that.
I really loved it. It made my day.
And the "pulsating-brain" part was my favourite. I read it like four times over.
Thanks for writing it.
xoxo

How the fuck does this only have two comments? People annoy me, I swear to God...

ANYWAY. You girl, are my everything. You know what Masquerade does to me; this story is no different. It took me a minute to switch gears and realize this was being told by Mikey; but the way it was written, in your lyrical and gorgeous style that nobody will ever come close to reproducing... it was simply a gorgeous tale about two amazing boys, pretending, yet finally living for the first times in their lives.

Your Mikeyw as so likeable. Everyone is Mikey at some point. We all wish for that Frank to come and sweep us off of our feet; to take us somewhere beautiful, to make us feel beautiful.

Your Frank is by far the most amazing character ever created. Ever. He was perfection; gorgeous, charming, witty... the perfect man. That tip jar idea was purely genius. Everything was so creative... the perfect blind date; literally, considering they were blinded in the darkness...

I loved it so much.
Your writing is what Frank's smoke is to Mikey in this story.
It is what keeps my pathetic little heart smiling.

<3

First of all... I can’t believe you’ve only gotten one comment! It puzzles me. You should really get more, because... well, just because. Well, anyways.

There is something so… refreshing about a strange take on something like this. I don’t want to say ‘love’ because I’m not sure that’s what it is, but yeah. I think you’ve turned something as simple as a fish in the ocean, which is… in truth, a little strange for a comparison, into something really beautiful.

Already from the title, I know that I’m going to like this a whole lot. Fish? It makes me think, how strange. But then again, I know your writing style enough that I know not to expect just a fish. So yes, on with this review-type thing. (You probably don’t consider these things reviews, since they’re just a collection of reactions and such.)

I wish I could pick a certain part to copy & paste like I usually do, but really… it would be pasting the entire thing. Your way with words is just amazing. It’s really unique.

I really like the way that Mikey thinks. I mean his thoughts are so broad and never vague. You seem to do that whenever you write a character, and it’s pretty awesome. Nothing is ever just... something. You make it much more real with your descriptions and... words. Yeah.

There is something really saddening about the first few words that they exchange with each other. Maybe it’s Mikey and how you write him so sad and kind of like... wispy (does that make sense?); or Frank’s (yes it’s totally already Frank) boldness contrasting with Mikey’s wispiness.

And... there is no like... not weird way to say this, I think, but I like the way that they’re interacting with each other. The pretending bit is really cute; I like the way that Frank has a sort of tone, a tone like he’s talking to a child or something or something fragile, like... well, yeah, Mikey sounds like that. Except he’s obviously not a child. Which you obviously know because you wrote it.

Okay... moving on...

I found a cute little line that I’m going to paste. :D

“We’re in the ocean, Mikey!” Frank shouts above the rising wind and our own panting breaths. “Can’t you feel the water?”

I have to admit that that was really adorable. I don’t know why. It made me smile really wide, because with the way you described it, it felt like I was actually there with them.

And I really like the use of “clickhissflash”. I think it’s really clever and it just painted a picture in my mind immediately upon reading it.

The way that you ended it, really simply and seemingly abruptly during their time together, it was really... just... wow. Like Frank is telling him that he can be anything he wants, and listing off things like goddesses or lovers. But he picks a fish. It’s so... weird, yes, but weird is always better than predictable.

I don’t really know what else to say. I don’t want to say anything that would sound really stupid after reading this, because really, after reading it, I’m kind of speechless. It’s really hard to come up with some intelligent-sounding praise after reading it. The way you write isn’t just writing, it’s poetry. It’s really just... yeah.

So I hope this is good... I’d try to make it sound better but thesaurus.com isn’t working and I’m not feeling too smart-sounding today... so yeah. This is pretty amazing. Really amazing. :]

Wow...first comment.
I feel like I have to be more detailed and, I dunno, profound or something now. haha

Alright, there were two lines that really caught my attention.

There are no shadows because everything is shadow, and I wonder if that means that I don’t exist, in a way.
This is just one of those lines that you read over and over again just to try to understand the sheer brilliance of it. I really think this line can completely encompass Mikey's character.
The idea that he feels lost within shadows, that he considers his own existence, that he's so unsure of himself. All of that, it's all represented in that line. More than that, I think it's something that most people experience at some point in their lives; a moment when they question their own existence, maybe their purpose and the idea that you momentarily can loose yourself in a shadow is strangely romantic and yet frightening to me.

There is a quiet, desperate sanity in being lonely.
Oh the truth of that!

Overall, I thought the story was, as always, completely brilliant. I love how your love stories are never what they seem. Sure, it was a Frikey (in this case) but it's also so much more than that. It's also a mini study of the concept of loneliness and how one person might be able to touch you, not physically, but mentally and emotionally and the impact that that contact might have on you.
But it's not just this story, it's all of the stories that you write. You have this gift with words, there's certainly no denying that, but I think beyond that, beyond that obviousness, there is this underlying, and perhaps sometimes unnoticed, talent you have for creating a story that really understands and explores human nature and feelings and emotions and thoughts like nothing else I have read.
I don't know why you decided to write the stories you have but I thank you because honestly, you are brilliant.

Another work of art. Congrats.

Cheers
Kat

P.s When you work at a coffee shop the shouldn’t make you wear white shirts. Should be "They" not "The".