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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Matthewtuckey avatar General Stranger

October 09, 2009

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I think you’ve got a good grasp of language but I wouldn’t describe this as a flash. Flash fiction needs a story with a beginning, middle and end. This is more a description of a scenario involving, presumably, two people. It was very overly poetic, which is good for description, but I couldn’t tell what exactly was happening.

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October 09, 2009

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July 14, 2009

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You have a beautiful way with words. The downside throughout the piece is that you tend to go overboard with it. The long sentences and the long paragraphs make it easy for the reader to lose themselves. I had to reread a few passages due to the overall complexity of the piece.

“most certainly always lost.”- Do you mean the eyes lost some sort of contest, or they look lost and confused? I suspect the former, but this sentence really needs to be cleaned up.

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February 18, 2009

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December 18, 2008

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Flash fiction is any sort of fiction that has a certain word limit. I’m not sure of the limit though, I’ve read many things.  No more than two thousand I’d say.


  • Yet suddenly – comma after yet


  • Fortunately answers – comma after fortunately


  • So with my fear-filled heart – comma afer so


  • of love I open – comma after love


  • from fiery rain – I guess it’s possible but how is it cold if there’s fiery rain?


  • I’d take care of your sentence structuring.  You need to vary it up a bit. A lot of your sentences are long.  Most of them. It makes it a boring read.  Not to say the story is boring.  Break them up some.


  • It sounds like it could be interesting but I couldn’t really pick up what was going on.  I have an idea but it’s not very clear.  Clean up your sentence structure and see what you can do with that and it’ll read better.  The last few sentences lost me as well.  Is he dreaming this, not dreaming this, or what?  It’s unclear.  And to start off a story you should put in some action instead of a monologue because it doesn’t really captivate you to read more.

MMcCabe avatar General Stranger

November 21, 2008

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I smoked and read your work. Each sentence is entrancing. Deciphering each metaphor left a sweet taste in my mouth, and, momentarily, I was given a shady James Baldwin; deep, and so true. I was in eden for a long time, regretting this strange fruit that left me naked and shamed. But my eve led me back to the reality of being human. A parellel soul adopted me, and made me whole again. I could easily see this in a series of darkish stories, some, possibly even macabre. The world you placed me in was neither warming, nor “entertaining”, but shocking and definately paramount. Great short.  

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November 06, 2008

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This had a fast flow about it and moved along in that respect, It was very sexual but vague at the same time. I am not sure just who’s eyes we are looking through and as such I felt detachment from the Point of View. The constant stimuli was a bit overshadowed that I am not sure if things are happening literally or metaphorically. Overall it was readable but somewhat distant, and lacked in really bringing this reader in.
As you forewarned the plot was an afterthought if at all, its just a mood piece almost like you wanted to submerge the reader into your thoughts that only really make sense to you, the reader being nothing more than a bystander or an intruder on the ride spying on the flow of imagery.

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JganJay avatar General Stranger

October 29, 2008

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A fascinating piece.  Well written and deep.  You have captured many levels of intimacy in a beautiful way.  

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October 27, 2008

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I took this piece to be a work of poetry, rather than a flash-fiction short story, as I couldn’t really find a solid plot.

I loved the descriptions and long sentences.. and the atmosphere you created was beautiful.

I’m fairly new to editing and don’t really know what else to critique on.  I’m sorry if I busted your stats, but I ranked them all fairly high.

Aside from a few comma and word order errors, there doesn’t seem to be much wrong with the grammar of this section.

Good job!
Keep up the great work.

Marvin avatar General Stranger

October 23, 2008

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“Fortunately answers”—toss a comma in here.  if you’d like.

“the rhythm of love I open”—love, I

small things.  missing commas. no biggie. so far, I’m waiting for something to happen.  But the writing is strong so I’ll keep reading.

“the trees around us all clear-cut with only stumps remaining”—this comes in the midst of fine description, but it reads a bit contradictory.  If the trees are all clear-cut, how could they be around you?  Are they laying on the ground?  

As an atmospheric, dreamy piece, I’m enjoying it.

Overall-

it’s lovely.  It reads as one’s musings on life, hope, tragedy, faith, as shared with a counterpart.  The action is there but subtle and lofty.  It’s nice.

criticisms?

not too many.  small punctuation issues.  maybe consider tossing out some more tangible action to remind us where we are.  

well done.

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