Very good story. I would like to thank Elena for allowing you to post it.
I would say that the thought Catherine had in your story, was more of a wish than an actual event.
You are correct. who did this is not as important as the fact that it was done.
Really enjoyble.
Oh my Goodness. I'm going to go all fan girl on you, you realize that?
This was tragical and beautiful in its tragedy. For some reason, it reminded me of the end of the "big showdown scene" in "Once Upon A Time In The West", when Harmonica shoots Henry Fonda's character and he's dying, his heartbeat slows down and his breathing stops.
Totally amazing style, beautiful allegories and a couple of Kleenex tissues consumed. Bravo. Full marks. Oh my god.
oh my god, thank you so much! <3333 i got an e-mail notification and i was like, 'what?!' haha, i'd totally forgotten that i'd posted it here.
but yes, this means so much to me! D: you're far too nice. -squish-
This was a nice word picture of a particular moment in time
In terms of concrit, I would suggest just a few things.
Personally, I think I would have established earlier on in the piece that this was a random terror attack at a park. Other readers may differ on this, but I would have liked a few lines to help me visualize what had happened. On the one hand, you mention "countless bodies." On the other, Catherine mentions how "they" went out to celebrate a birthday party, which, in combination with other of her statements, suggests a limited number of people attending a celebration in a park.
"Throat too raw to scream" – this was a good line, and – for what it is worth -- it struck me as a good alternative opening line for the story.
"Dark blue gaze raising to the skies above, she whimsically counted the stars, delirium taking over her." I questioned the choice of the particular word, "whimsically," which means fancifully or, sometimes, erratically. A dying woman would not generally be thought of as acting in a fanciful manner. She might act erratically; but that meaning does not really fit in context.
"thought to be one of the countless dead bodies left there" – you consistently maintain Catherine’s POV through the story. However, the italicized line shifts the POV from Catherine to some unknown onlookers or participants (or Death Eaters who pass her by). Perhaps: they left her among the dead. OR . . . among the countless dead bodies. OR . . . she lay among the countless dead. ANYWAY, what I’m trying to suggest is wording that maintains her POV. But note: this is really pretty subtle; I just suggest the paragraph might be strengthened by keeping it strictly within Catherine’s own perceptions.
I think this was quite a strong piece, and very imaginative.
Eeeks, sorry I took so long!
Thank you so much for the review. :D It means a lot to me since it's the first fic I've posted, and yeah. Like I told Ginwannabe, I do think I'm going to eventually expand on this.
Thank you again! *huggles*
Ah! Sorry I took so long!
Anyway. Thank you soooo much for the review! *blushes* You're too kind. As for Aaron, he's actually Catherine's nephew. She just takes care of him a lot and is incredibly close to him. She thinks of him as an almost-son. I believe I'll be expanding on this oneshot with a short story.
Thank you again! *glomps*