Millions of them, falling, falling, to the ground. The eyes,
the horrible, horrible, eyes mocking perhaps, what we would call a mirror. The
delicate glass floats in the air—a portal to our past—a dangerous trap, that
one. They attempt to lure us to the dark
side, and they will, unless we wait, wait, for them to… shatter.
This piece was very short, sweet, and to the point. It has really good sentence structure and word choice. The only suggestion I have is maybe to add some other sensory details besides just what you saw; maybe what the sharp, piercing sound. But great piece1
ReplyDeleteOne thing that you do, not just in this piece, but in every piece is you always have great symbolism, and you can easily make your own interpretations. I like how you use the dash constructions. Honestly, there is nothing I would change.
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