It's Magic (Wee Stories #11)
He is telling a story, but it is not his story; it is my story. He stands on the porch like it is his porch, like he owns it, but it is the porch I built. Our friends all notice the spark, the magic, when he walks by--it awakens them, flatters them--but they still don't know my name.
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Thank you for the comments, Mark, Leslie and Teri. Looking forward to reading your recent posts.
J. |
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Comment by: Teri - 2007-09-19 10:36
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I'm probably way off base here, but I got two different impressions of this story: one was someone with a dual personality [hahaha] who's 'minor' voice was upset at the glory the dominant personality was insisting on taking. The other was a milquetoast lover or wife who did everything and received none of the accolades. Okay, so I'm weird. Either way, or even another way entirely, it's another wonderful response to the challenge and one done with such a minimum of words. Great, great job, J.
Teri xo |
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Comment by: mynamelez Online- 2007-09-18 23:08
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It's not fair when someone takes the glory for something that is not their's, or steals a story from you.
Fitted well within the guidelines and wordcount of the challenge. |
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Good story!
Good characterisation, and perceptive too.
I think you are very good at seeing.
Many people want to write more than they want to see.
I really, really like this.
Cheers,
Mark |
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