Reviews for parallax |
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![]() ![]() ![]() AHHHHHHH this is amazing! I don't even know what else to say. Wow. |
![]() ![]() ![]() I'm Charlotte. I really am. And I really loved it. |
![]() ![]() ![]() This is... amazing isn't the right word. Raw. Painful. Intricate. I don't know the word I'm looking for. |
![]() ![]() ![]() all of your fiction is, somehow, even more incredibly beautiful than your poems. you remind me of fransesca lia block's style- which is a compliment considering you are both amazing. please do more of these fiction-style pieces, i love them. |
![]() ![]() ![]() I ordinarly don't like your non-poetry pieces as much as I do the poetry, but I have to favorite this. Astounded beyond words, as usual. |
![]() ![]() ![]() O_O I myself am getting sick of my perfectly mind-blown fangirl reviews. But the thing is that everytime I read something more amazing than your average poem is, I just think it can't get any better but it always seems to. This, the Bell Jar poem and friday night god complexes are simply three of the best works I've ever read on ficpress and probably in a massive load of books. *this* is just...I'm speechless and out of breath and every detail..."you'll give your father's Beretta a blowjob" ow! The idea is so seductively morbid! You always manage to speak about sex and perverted things without ever being vulgar...there's something close to familiarity in your work, but never vulgarity. *sigh* So tragic...love, Mia |
![]() ![]() ![]() OMFG, can your writing get any better? Holy shit. This thing is just full of fantastic images and metaphors and wonderful language. I can't pinpoint any one line or example b/c they all are so fantastic, and really, you've captured the essence of short fiction right here. Every line matters. You did it. Great job. Keep writing! :) |
![]() ![]() ![]() This poem was absoultely haunting. It scares me that I relate to it. |
![]() ![]() ![]() Dripping in angst, but it's not over the top. So cynically real. I loved it. |
![]() ![]() i liked this alot.i kin dof felt it was my own thoguhts, because thats just the way my life seems to be these days. i really liked it. |
![]() ![]() ![]() tragic, poetic and. . . i don't know. maybe i'm too blown away to remember i speak english. maybe you'll understand, for the time being, all i'm going to say to you is gibberish. It isn't raining outside, isn't but it could be, and really, that's what matters. My life is measured in rainy days, not that anyone's counting.- that line had me in awe. Our lies are far kinder than our truths.- mm this as well. they're must sweeter, dear. sometimes the truth is overrated and sometimes, people don't want to hear it. harsh but oh-so true. we're rather usued to living with lies around us. it's comfortable but stressful. The angel wing tattoo started at your shoulders and touched the arch of your hips. I'd never seen anything so sexy in my life.- did you hear that thud? that was me falling to the ground. sexy? hell yeah. beautiful, dear, breath-takingly (?) beautiful. heh. i'm going to read more by you. it's a shame i hadn't before, really. i'm in awe. i wish i had your talent. wow. |
![]() ![]() ![]() This is very pretty on so many levels. Your pieces are really great. Hard-up and personal. |
![]() ![]() ![]() wow. this type of thing just makes you want to know everything. it's so fucking gorgeous. i really like it. the way it's written is incredible. you are awesome. |
![]() ![]() ![]() . .god. beautiful. i loved every second. |
![]() ![]() ![]() This was...intense. I love these pieces of short fiction you write. You always, always, manage to conjure up a thousand emotions in what? Five hundred words? That's quite a talent. Also, you taught me what 'parallax' means, and it's such a lovely word. "So it couldn't have been a tragedy when you left, couldn't have been more than another set of soundtrack lyrics and a hard backbeat. You could never stay still. I could never hold you down." - that 'soundtrack lyrics' - that's lovely. That's everybody's guilty pleasure, isn't it, when you're desperate (you honestly are) and you can't help but listen to a song and think - yeah, that's about what I'm going through. And you listen to it again and again. And wallow a bit. 'Soundtrack lyrics'. Beautiful. "Two months from now you'll give your father's Beretta a blowjob" Now that, that took me a moment to get but was worth it, so worth it. Considering this whole story is very sexual, it was perfect; dark and intense and crimson-scarlet. Lovely. I loved this, as you may be able to tell. |