This is a hard story, at least at first. Followed your link, and I commend it to everyone who reads these reviews. Crafting on wrote "What No One Sees," which inspired this story. Both are vey hard. Both deal with busy adults who don't or can't see the evidence right in front of them.
I'm merely interested in seeing which stories people liked enough to get engaged in, and want the last part of completed. The author of a story might take it someplace I don't want it to go, but big deal. It's not my story. I've gotten to stories like How the Light Gets In, and wondered if there's an end to it. I've seen others that have two chapters and are obviously just beginning, but never went farther. We can guess why - life happens, after all - but that doesn't stop the reader from wondering where that story might have gone.
It is a black hole, and it's made worse by Stefan's not really understanding how black it is. All he can do is tell his journal about it. The pages are the only things he can trust.
Oh, poor Ian! A dead bird in the kitchen? Hard to lose a pet, no matter how old or expected. How would Ian cope with a cat? And what sort of cat? The big, obese orange kind the size of medium city or the lithe, elegant gray kind that smirks at your every faux pas?
Poor kid is right. Some kids just can't or don't know how to get out, and they get trapped in this kind of misery. Sometimes the way out is even worse.
So how about this? Can we start a list of stories on GA that we wish we could see finished? Stories that have gone at least a year without a post would count, if you ask me...
More chapters in process. Stefan is in trouble, and we only get to see how he sees his world. And what we see through his eyes isn't pretty. Thank you for reading this; it takes me forever to write anything.
(Second Week of May)
May 10
It took a few days, but I figured how to keep Ackerman from noticing me. I went to the library during lunch period and went to my locker between different periods. I skipped Gym class, and I guess I’ll hustle through the locker room early next time.
There’s enough to do each day without worrying about the Ackermans of this world.
Here’s Dad’s chore for today:
“Clean basement walls. Clean basement floor – not just sweep – mop, rinse, mop again. Don’t forget to mo
This is a great chapter. It gives laymen (like me, for example) much better insight into the lives and workings of police at their jobs. And it doesn't look very pretty after the revelations about trafficking in minors, does it?
If that's not a nightmare, then it's evermore frightening than I thought. You succeeded in getting my heart to race, and my empathy to move. How to not think of a thing you know is there? Drew is right, sometimes a hug not only distracts, it protects, too. Here, take one, if you need it. (*hug*). I did.
Tim, this is fantastic. You capture the idea quickly, economically, fluidly. As with your previous poems, you have me thinking of the music that might go alongside it, that permeates my brain as I read it. Thinking Erik Satie's haunting melodies here. Am not worthy!
Stefan is in a terrible place. It is very painful to read, and it hurt to write it, too. His story is like so many. It is hard not to want to intervene.
Tim: thank you for reading, and for letting me know what you think. Nobody deserves what Stefan gets. No one should be abused, ever. But it happens, and it's a tragedy that never seems to make the headlines until it's too late.