Wow, when I began reading this, I fell inlove with the first paragraph completely.
Once people reach a certain age, and the novelty of playing in the powdery substance wears off, snow becomes a nuisance to most. It had to be shoveled and plowed, it made the roads difficult to drive on, it was cold, it was wet, and it brought ice. Yes, snow could be dangerous, but things of beauty often could be.
This is beautiful.
To me reading this, it was like reading about deception. The way you linked the snow to the things that happened in her life was lovely.
You did a great job with it and I was really impressed. xoxo
So I have decided to write you twice. You will understand on your comments. Now to business: I really loved this :) The comparisons between the snow and particular things happening in her life were extrodinary! Thank you for giving me the chance to read this :)
I saw this on your journal and thought I'd check it out :) Yes, snow could be dangerous, but things of beauty often could be. - Loved this line I like how you compared words and home and snow. I thought this was lovely. :) I'm kinda lost with who the people in the house were though. xD
Dude I thought it was awesome. The comparisons were really clever. I kinda agree with More Original and captain jack. when they say that they wish they could've known what happened between the two. But overall I thought this was fantastic.
I really like how you described everything, the snow being compared with simple things. It was a clever move :) I actually enjoy that you kept what happened between the two a mystery. It didn't feel like that knowledge was a must have in this. It felt like it just had to be there, it was more (to me I mean) about the lad on the bike and the snow. Great job. This is really good.
I loved your snow references. The way you described it, it seemed so.. magical.
I agree with More Original though I would prefer to know what happened between the two. Nonetheless, this was fabulous, you have a lot of connection with what you write, it gives off fantastic imagery.
I really, honestly, enjoyed reading this. I loved the fact that she compared snow with those particular things.
What I didn't really understand was the guy. I guess I just wanted to read what happened between the two of them to make him so mean to her. But that is just me.
I didn't find any mistakes within the story, which is good. But overall, this was a wonderfully written one-shot!
May 22nd, 2010 at 12:50am
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when I began reading this, I fell inlove with the first paragraph completely.
Once people reach a certain age, and the novelty of playing in the powdery substance wears off, snow becomes a nuisance to most. It had to be shoveled and plowed, it made the roads difficult to drive on, it was cold, it was wet, and it brought ice. Yes, snow could be dangerous, but things of beauty often could be.
This is beautiful.
To me reading this, it was like reading about deception. The way you linked the snow to the things that happened in her life was lovely.
You did a great job with it and I was really impressed.
xoxo