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RE: For the Love of Hurt (My Original Flash Fiction)
This totally made me think of Echoes of Tomorrow's Past. Could this be a scene from James' new reality? Perhaps a symbolic letting go of his mother? Definitely getting strong James-Dolores vibes.
In any case, the whole sequence reads like a heart-rending symphony that takes readers through a roller coaster ride of hope and sadness. The slow crawl really accentuated the beats, and your masterful descriptions certainly pushed this over the top. Should we really be surprised that you're able to come up with such a poignant masterpiece? I've said it before, but it bears repeating, the bar should be raised just to meet your standards, brother!
My dear @jedau. Thanks for such touching, heartfelt words. And your connection regarding "Echoes..." just goes to show your incredible ability to piece snippets of information together and construct something great out of it. Honestly, some phenomenal raw talents you got there. Ones I could only wish to possess.
But again, you words are priceless and unforgettable. Actually, this short piece has some personal connotations of a particularly rough period in my life. So the narrator could just as well have been me. Events like this in someone's life can take a person to their absolute limits. That kind of grief is nothing to be waved at lightly, it's horrifying to say the least. But expressing things these experiences through the written word can be therapeutic as well as healing. And the very same thing could be said of "your" words, brother...
Thank you so much, man.
I figured. The way you wrote about James' experience just seems to hit too close to home. I'm sure that your mother is proud of what you have accomplished. You have made a name for yourself, and you've done so by honoring her legacy time and again. In a way, you immortalize her in the STEEM blockchain through your stories.
That's really warm and heartfelt for you to say, my brother. I pray your words are lined with strong layers of truth behind them.