Oh, this was beautiful. It hurt, a little, because it was so obvious that the protagonist was hurting. But I loved how her family stands around her, and that last part with her cousin made me happy. Because every girl needs a Cuz like that. :)
Thank you! I'm glad the world I wrote about felt so real to you.
The house in this piece, and more specifically the attic of course, is actually based around my own Grandma's house. That was a wonderful place to spend summers as a kid--they had lived there so long that it was full of the most fascinating stuff you can imagine. An actual phonograph you had to crank, with records about three times as thick as the ones I was used to feeling. One day, I was probably around five or six at the time, I found a ladder blocking the main hallway, and was allowed to go up into the attic. I kid you not, it was like a whole other house up there we were almost never allowed to venture into. *sigh*
. The first comment echoes my feeling... it hurt a little from the hurting... . But there is great beauty in this attic. Tragic, but beautiful. . This even helps me think of some of my pain, and loss, which is necessarily returning to mind during this turn-of-yule season. . Yes, "...on is the only choice we have." . Thank you. .
You've packed so much story into this! I really thought this sentence was beautiful - Clare smiled, rather liking the idea of her Grandma’s orderly house stealthily creeping atticward under its own volition. It's a truly unique take on how on earth attics (and basements) get filled to overflowing!
You know what's funny, I loved that sentence and section as well, but almost cut them. I liked them for showing Clare's whimsical side, but was afraid they wouldn't fit with the emotional tone of the rest of the piece. I finally decided that emotions don't follow a steady line, they fluctuate, and anyway, I LOVED that line! *grin*
Comments 29
Reply
I've had the picture of this cluttered attic in my mind for a long time, and it was cool finally being able to write about it. So glad you liked.
Dan
Reply
Reply
LOL Thank you! It was one of those stories that took off under its own power once I got started, and hopefully I did right by the characters involved.
Dan
Reply
This is the attic of my dreams, filled with secrets and time. I need to know more about Uncle Doug, and his mysterious theories.
Sorry. I'm just not ready to leave this world.
Thank you for taking me there.
Reply
The house in this piece, and more specifically the attic of course, is actually based around my own Grandma's house. That was a wonderful place to spend summers as a kid--they had lived there so long that it was full of the most fascinating stuff you can imagine. An actual phonograph you had to crank, with records about three times as thick as the ones I was used to feeling. One day, I was probably around five or six at the time, I found a ladder blocking the main hallway, and was allowed to go up into the attic. I kid you not, it was like a whole other house up there we were almost never allowed to venture into. *sigh*
Thanks so much for reading and commenting.
Dan
Reply
Reply
Dan
Reply
The first comment echoes my feeling... it hurt a little from the hurting...
.
But there is great beauty in this attic. Tragic, but beautiful.
.
This even helps me think of some of my pain, and loss, which is necessarily returning to mind during this turn-of-yule season.
.
Yes, "...on is the only choice we have."
.
Thank you.
.
Reply
Dan
Reply
Reply
Thank you so much for reading and commenting!
Dan
Reply
Leave a comment