Flash Fiction / Conchobhar, Devotee, Paramount (Analysis)

What are your big, sad eyes doing invading my dreams? You’re supposed to be an incorporeal voice singing songs of inspiration in my ear. Physical desire has no place in our relationship.
Yet suddenly one night there you are, with your eyes so dark they almost look black and most certainly always lost. You ask me countless questions without saying a word and I never have any response. Fortunately answers are not what you’re after. All you want me to do is undress and shed my skin, be who I am underneath it all. The reason you’re so haunting is because you never hide. You’re true for everyone to see and real honesty is something the masses are starved for, it gives them something to hold on to. And you demand commitment equaling yours from any one you allow to come within your focus. So with my fear-filled heart beating the rhythm of love I open all the zippers and buttons and peel away the layers. What else is there to do? As inch by inch I am revealed, the forlorn expression beneath your brows is slightly reassured and every jagged square of naked skin draws the soft attention of your stare. Finally bare I realize how cold it is out here and suddenly I am not bewildered anymore by the pain, fear and resignation in your eyes. We stand together now in the winds atop the mountain, the trees around us all clear-cut with only stumps remaining, the grass singed black from fiery rain, and we do our best to keep our heads. We find comfort in the presence of a second pair of eyes staring out at the destruction and insanity. What we see is disconnected; contorted figures of a world that hasn’t found its place and is falling hopelessly behind. Black static is whirring above the restless valley filled with fatuous demands. Our only chance to drown it out is listening to the silent volumes that we speak.
Every person that happens our way we look in the eyes and ask them to follow our suit and we take heart in every single one refusing, because it means we’re on to something. When the night sky leaves us frightened, we sing your songs and recite my poems and chase our dreams away that infatuate us with visions of an unreachable reality. With the morning light the veil of dejection across our pupils lifts and we are rejuvenated to bear the puzzled stares for another turn around the sun. When I’m in danger of floating away on a drift of convenience, I rest myself in those dark circles again that give your soul a voice and let them haunt me back to clarity. And when it gets too bad, when I see tears swelling in your eyes and your hand shakes so much it can barely hold your cigarette, then I reach out and softly brush your long, dark hair out of your face behind your ear.
There’s not much to our bodies, life has worn them out, and our skin is alabaster-pale from being pent-up inside with gloomy thoughts. Still I find you beautiful, my fibers all electrified from being inches from your skin, your body heat crashing into me in waves assimilated to your mood swings. The inertly animated glitter hurrying across your iris for fractions of breaths tells you feel the same. And when the light hits us just right – some time still ahead – it’ll make us shine and transform us into gleaming beacons of hope, tinged with a shadow of tragedy.
You jolted me awake with all the vigor of your beliefs, your eyes and presence invading my dreams, and now I can’t shake you anymore. In the quiet moments I take delight in having you look at me in my exposed state. Only when the racket picks up around me, I still find I cringe once in a while at the vivid stimuli hitting my senses with painful intensity now that the cushions and shields are removed. But when I lie down and there you are with your gently pleading eyes, my strength returns and I know
“If I can make myself believe, the rest is easy.”

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daithi avatar General Friend

August 17, 2008

daithi

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I really liked this one. It enables the reader to really visualize a scene even if it’s a projection of her own experience.  I like the awkwardness of the interaction and the expression of not being sure about the person in some way.

One thing I noticed is that the first paragraph seems a bit disconnected from the rest of the piece.  The transition to the rest is kind of jarring.

Another thing I noticed is there seemed to be a few “50 cent” words thrown in for spice that didn’t quite dissolve into the mixture. For example: “incorporeal” seemed un-necessary.  I feel the simplest way to say something is the best.

Overall I thought it was very good work and I would like to read more of what you write.

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June 06, 2008

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I would say ‘most certainly look lost’, because we don’t know how her eyes always look lost.  You’ve got to build that for us.  
‘Inch by inch, the forlorn expression’ you don’t need to say ‘revealed there, because you just explained you were taking your clothes off.   ‘jagged square of naked skin’ I don’t think is the best description.  It makes the skin sound torn.  I would use revealed here, instead.  ’each revealed square of naked skin’.  The ‘each’ will show how she specifically addresses attention to all the flesh being exposed.  
‘You once jolted’  I would add the once so it doesn’t feel like a slip in the tense of the piece.  Later, I would replace the once in the middle of the paragraph with ‘still find I cringe, every now and again, ‘
There’s a rapidness that makes this feel a bit unclear, as though the thoughts are tumbling over themselves.  
A melancholy hope permeates this piece.  I find it interesting and refreshing.
It feels more like an excerpt from a novel, than flash fiction.  Makes me wonder what moved you to write it.  

alishia78 avatar General Stranger

May 23, 2008

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I like the overall movement of the piece from starting as an “incorporeal voice” to being very corporeal, worn out bodies. Nice description of your muse, a soul-connection with another person. At points, it seems like it’s the two of you against the rest of the world; you find strength and peace in one another. Well conveyed through your words!

Gustible avatar General Stranger

May 17, 2008

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It is certainly an atmospheric piece, but I agree with your statement – it works as pure prose, but not as fiction: there is no plot.
Some small issues: “we take heart in every single one refusing” should be ” heart FROM every single one”.
Some of your sentences are long, and can do with comma breaks. I find (and this is really only a personal observation, not a technical thing) that you seem to use a lot of words such as “fatuous”, which seems a bit over the top – why not just say “empty demands” ?

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May 12, 2008

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As more of a character study writer myself, I absolutely loved the detail orientation of this story.  You’ve managed to make the story flow incredibly well, which is usually a hard thing to do with long sentences.  I particularly loved the description early in the piece that talks about the black looking eyes.  There were one or two places that broke the flow a little bit, like the sentence that starts with “Every person” might sound better like “We look into the eyes of every person that happens our way. . . ,” and, IMO, the very last bit might sound better not in quotes.  But that’s just me being nit-picky.  Overall, I loved it!

DCAllen avatar General Stranger

May 05, 2008

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For what it’s worth, flash fiction should have a plot also: a beginning, middle, and an unexpected end. And then I think it’s also worth saying that you have achieved this in this short piece. You have encapsulated the relationship between these two characters very well.

Proofreading notes:
starved for, it gives (comma splice. Remedy: use a colon here.)
from any one you allow = anyone
bodies, life has worn (another comma splice. Remedy: use a semicolon here to show that these sentences are closely related.)

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May 03, 2008

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This is a beautiful read: evocative, delicious and sensual. I’m new to flash fiction, so somewhat unsure how to rank the stats, but it left me wanting more, and wanting to know more about the characters and their situation.
Even so, it is powerful on a gutteral level.
lovely.

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May 02, 2008

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I have a feeling this is a past/former loved one whos impression upon you is so tangible, you can’t let them go. The only drawback I see here is that your sentence length kind of makes things muddled, and I lose interest in some parts. I love your word choice though- it makes things flow very nicely indeed.

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May 01, 2008

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This reminds me of a “stream of consciousness” from someone who just died.  Very descriptive in not only the situation at hand but the feelings and experiences as well.  I wonder if this isn’t part of a bigger piece, while it suits fine by itself, it seems like a springboard for something much bigger.

Good work.

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April 22, 2008

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what i found most striking in the piece is your ability to use this relationship as a conduit. even the characters see it as a conduit. the story is not about the relationship really, as indicated by lines like “transform us into gleaming beacons of hope,” and “contorted figures of a world that hasn’t found its place and is falling hopelessly behind” as well as the last line.
you did a great job mixing the reality of the scene with the underlying message. i would love to see more of this story, it seems like the methods of narrative you are using will become far more concrete with time. in such a short piece it is easy to read it quickly unaffected.
my only advice is to try to turn this into a bigger story, but definitely keep the balance between story and the ideology approaching the reality of the story.
good work

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