Written from a prompt at the magazine The First Line.
damn you had me going right up until the ending.
I cried for you, but you have done something beautiful here. I know when I shared some secrets of my own through art, I felt very free; I hope you found the same relief.
Thanks for reading and getting something out of this piece. It's fiction, though. This didn't happen to me.
I realized shortly after posting my response that it'd been classified as fiction, but I hadn't been sure as to whether that was because it was a flash piece or because it was truly fiction. Still, it's very meaningful.
nice. you manage to give us hints of the obvious, without actually being obvious or graphic.
Congratulations on the Daily Deviation
Ahhh, I got chills. This is incredibly beautiful.
This is absolutely beautiful. This is a masterpiece in the truest sense of the word.
Wow, this is amazing. Just amazing. Words can't describe it. (:
I cried my eyes out when I read this. Thank you so much for sharing this with us.
I really like the writing style and the way in which you've portrayed the character. It feels like a very real account of a girl who was raped/molested as a child, to me.
Thanks. I'm glad it felt real to you, though I assure you, it's fiction. Unfortunately, there are people out there for whom this wouldn't be fiction, which is part of what inspired me to write it.
Well, you nailed it in a way I would have thought only survivors would know- but it's nice, because it means there's understanding among those who haven't been through the same. It even lent insight into my own struggles with sexual abuse, which is really awesome. So a DD well deserved, yes.
Very compelling, a little disconcerting. Bravo. Congrats on the DD.
So inspiring, thank you :,)
Very well written!
What is this about? I have a bit of a problem comprehending prose sometimes, it'd be helpful for you to explain.
I tend not to explain my writing, as I feel it's up to a reader to decide what a story is about.
Pardon my french, but I have no fucking clue of what the deeper meaning is and it is awfully confusing. The writing and layout of it is beautiful, but I am so confused by it. Who is the man that was Googled?
I interpreted it as a story about molestation, and she found the guy on Google later, which solidifies his existence when she's been telling herself it never really happened. Of course, if you saw differently, you're not wrong either.
I really feel uncomfortable explaining my work. Maybe if you read some of the other comments it will help?
part of the power in the piece is that the secret is maintained even through the catharsis of the chalk writing and that the chalked words, while apparently a bit freeing, reaffirm the self-made promise of keeping the secret.
Very effective and compelling narrative - I always fall or this type of confessional style. Congrats on the feature!