Sean, I think you are the Faulkner of, as Poe would put it, the grotesque and arabesque. Your opening paragraph for "Nils" is a genuine work of art; a medly of metaphors and images that grabbed me and held me. The entire story is a grotesque, and yet often beautiful, mystery for the reader to drown in, perhaps to find the answers.
I made a sound after reading this line: "I couldn’t see the doll’s eyes, because the girl was holding it facedown in the water, pretending to drown it." Those 20 words are a horror story on their own.
Sean, I think you are the Faulkner of, as Poe would put it, the grotesque and arabesque. Your opening paragraph for "Nils" is a genuine work of art; a medly of metaphors and images that grabbed me and held me. The entire story is a grotesque, and yet often beautiful, mystery for the reader to drown in, perhaps to find the answers.
From this day forward I’ll request that people refer to me as Grotesque Faulkner. Thank you, Sandy! <3
I made a sound after reading this line: "I couldn’t see the doll’s eyes, because the girl was holding it facedown in the water, pretending to drown it." Those 20 words are a horror story on their own.
Thanks man! Yeah I felt the same when I wrote it. Like, oh damn that’s creepy. Ha
It’s always a good sign when you get yourself with a line
Incredible story! Gorgeously told, chilling, classic. This is a story I will file away with my very favorites.
Thank you, Liz! That means a lot to me. <3
I have been reveling in the smell of my tomato plants too. Now, in this story.
It’s a powerful scent!
this is ridiculously good Sean. i’m actually mad at you.
That’s all I’ve ever wanted!
unsettling. the pov character is really unwell lol. loved this.
Not autobiographical at all! NOT AT ALL. :)
word. i think we're the most normal and sane people on this site.
No doubt.
I am scared of magpies in general, this solidified my phobia
Glad to assist! haha
Loved this Sean. There is this thread of innocence in this story with haunting nature to it.
I appreciate that! <3 Thanks for reading.
Gahhhh. So good.
Thanks, Jean!! :))
I wish you could have seen my face when I was reading this. Grimace! Also, I was reading the first part and getting deja vu. Then I remembered...
Yay! Thanks, Hanna! :))