your heart is fluttering between the feathers
of your ribs, a skeleton butterfly with wings crumbling
into dust, breaking through the cocoon of your chest.
your arms stretch wide as it spreads its wings and leaps.
| One of my favourite of my six word stories |
| Random deviations from my favourites gallery. If you like what you see here then please do go and browse through as there are some wonderful pieces crying out for more attention. |
| If you'd like me to critique one of your pieces then please just send me a note. I think I'm mainly able to offer critique for literature pieces, but I will try for other mediums. If I can't write you a critique that I feel is of a good quality then I'll try my best to write you a good constructive comment. I pay no attention to the popularity of a deviant, or the skill level of their other works when writing a critique. I won't even look at their other works until I've critiqued the piece in question in many cases, as I believe that a piece should be able to speak for itself and nothing else is relevant. |
s for this piece. I have already been through some of them, and I intend to respond to each one individually. I don't want to just copy-paste a 'thanks for the ' message on everyone's profile, however, so I will be taking the time to do something for each person, whether that is looking at some of their work, commenting on their work, or just leaving a llama.
the deviation here: [link]
I don't bite... often. 
Sta.sh
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