Idk if I just haven’t read you in a while or if this is my favorite short story I’ve read of yours but regardless it’s one of the best things I’ve read in a while, period. So many sucker punches and they just kept coming, but I was hypnotized by the nightmare. The ending and the little bits of it we got along the way…so fucking good.
I love how the repetition of certain sentences as an echo build rhythm as mentioned throughout, like the rhythmic squeezing of the narrator’s hand. Kudos!
Well, gutted. The whole piece was fantastically immersive and claustrophobic, circling and echoing round. Your use of imagery and understanding of trauma profiles really elevates the whole deal. Thanks for sharing your work.
Lol. I misread the title as ‘Chur’ which is a common slang word in NZ, which can mean anything from a greeting to agreement to acknowledging something good happened.
I thought “oh sick, there’s another kiwi on here writing fiction? Chur, bro!’
Well, shit. This slaps! Seriously. Not only was the imagery dismal and dazzling and dizzying, but the story was just as compelling too.
That said, I absolutely love it when a writer puts everything they have into their writing. You can tell when someone has put in the work, you can feel it as you read them. Something we should all strive for.
i'm sooooo obsessed with this. amazing character voice, amazing imagery, amazing tension, amazing job establishing mood and tone. so many good lines in here that i'm going to be thinking about for a while. this piece feels like knocking a tooth out and not being able to stop yourself from digging your tongue into the bloody socket. can't wait to see more from you in the future.
Threaded, layered and braided to perfection. The push and pull of echo and foreshadowing, the frustration and powerlessness of trying to *fix*this if you could just put it all together… this is more than fiction. This is understanding in all its squealing ugliness.🫡
Oh fucking fuuuck that’s brutal
Idk if I just haven’t read you in a while or if this is my favorite short story I’ve read of yours but regardless it’s one of the best things I’ve read in a while, period. So many sucker punches and they just kept coming, but I was hypnotized by the nightmare. The ending and the little bits of it we got along the way…so fucking good.
Thank you! That's some damn majestical praise coming from you! Appreciate you 🙏
I love how the repetition of certain sentences as an echo build rhythm as mentioned throughout, like the rhythmic squeezing of the narrator’s hand. Kudos!
Thanks so much! It's the little things 🤌.
Well, gutted. The whole piece was fantastically immersive and claustrophobic, circling and echoing round. Your use of imagery and understanding of trauma profiles really elevates the whole deal. Thanks for sharing your work.
Thanks so much! Trauma is such a complex beast to try to write cleanly. I'm glad it came through effectively 🖤
Lol. I misread the title as ‘Chur’ which is a common slang word in NZ, which can mean anything from a greeting to agreement to acknowledging something good happened.
I thought “oh sick, there’s another kiwi on here writing fiction? Chur, bro!’
Well, shit. This slaps! Seriously. Not only was the imagery dismal and dazzling and dizzying, but the story was just as compelling too.
That said, I absolutely love it when a writer puts everything they have into their writing. You can tell when someone has put in the work, you can feel it as you read them. Something we should all strive for.
Amazing work, Dylan.
Thanks, man!
Wow! Thanks for such kind words! It means a lot 🖤
i'm sooooo obsessed with this. amazing character voice, amazing imagery, amazing tension, amazing job establishing mood and tone. so many good lines in here that i'm going to be thinking about for a while. this piece feels like knocking a tooth out and not being able to stop yourself from digging your tongue into the bloody socket. can't wait to see more from you in the future.
Absolutely gutting! The horror and the deep sadness, the trauma. The poor, poor narrator and his dark memories…
Threaded, layered and braided to perfection. The push and pull of echo and foreshadowing, the frustration and powerlessness of trying to *fix*this if you could just put it all together… this is more than fiction. This is understanding in all its squealing ugliness.🫡