Stepping Stone is an adult now. Everything that happened before was years ago. It's all ancient history. But even if the past is ancient history, it can feel so real, even in the smallest of ways.
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Boopy Doopy
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Admittedly, the story becomes even more fun to read when you keep in mind that the father called him Stepping Stone
Pretty good.
Great exercise in subtly, implication, and telling rather than showing. You did great letting the dialogue do the heavy lifting. Don't be afraid to add a few more emotional cues in here or there for spice. Physical emotion, rather than felt mental descriptions of it. Overall, excellent work!
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Thank you, I appreciate hearing the kind words and helpful criticism! c:
oof, all these little things stitching together into an uneasy picture about what Stepping Stone’s relationship with his father was like when he was younger
and oof. it’s something that i count myself lucky to never have experienced, but i’ve seen my friends go through it, whose parents that were so awful to them when they were young mellowed out with age. and it’s so easy to just be thankful for that and let the past lie where it is, but that doesn’t change what happened in the past, and the scars from it. a reflection of something that is all too real, thank you for writing!
Is it still a wheelbarrow if it’s designed to be pulled rather than pushed? Far from the biggest question this story asks, but it still came to mind.
When you have so little text to work with, subtext has to do a lot of the heavy lifting, and it certainly did here. Wonderful work with all the horrible implications. Frankly, you could have submitted this in Horror and i wouldn’t have blinked an eye. (You also didn’t have to physically describe father and son quite so exhaustively.) Thank you for one of the more disquieting entries in the contest.