• Mission Vogel

    Synopsis:

    A pathfinder robot encounters something unexpected during its mission on the newly discovered exoplanet Vogel.


    Mission control, 2049/04/29, 06:01:09 (EST)

    Sarah Cooper stifled a yawn as she sat down at her desk. Sighing, she moved the armrests of her desk chair up, the seat down, and once again wished for a chair she wouldn’t have to share with anyone.

    As she waited for the system to boot up, she knew she shouldn’t expect any groundbreaking findings, but it was hard not get excited about a mission to an exoplanet this close to their own solar system.

    Planet Vogel had been discovered nearly eight years ago, and after their first robotic explorer, Pathfinder-Docent-408, had not been able to detect any forms of life, their newest model, Pathfinder-Architect-409 — lovingly nicknamed “Archie” by its engineers — had recently been deployed to assess the planet’s surface and atmosphere.

    Archie was designed to send daily updates, including footage shot with his three built-in cameras, and was tasked with collecting both atmospheric and solid samples.

    Sarah opened the first new log.


    Log entry #32: 

    2049/04/28 — 23:01:32 (EST) — 52.373°N, 4.892°E — 0.1 mph

    Surface: Granular, red sand.
    Atmosphere: 89.5% carbon dioxide; 6.4% nitrogen; 4.1% oxygen.
    Temperature: 52.5 °C/126.5 °F.

    Miscellaneous: Sound of footsteps approaching in the distance. Approximately 5 miles away. Bipedal or quadrupedal. Conflicting input.

    Log entry #33: 

    2049/04/28 — 23:03:51 (EST) — 52.373°N, 4.889°E — 0.2 mph

    Surface: Sand.
    Atmosphere: 89% carbon dioxide; 6% nitrogen; 4% oxygen.
    Temperature: 52 °C/125 °F.

    Miscellaneous: Footsteps approximately 4 miles away. Unknown life forms. Intentions unclear. Growling may indicate aggression.

    Request

    Pathfinder-Architect-409 requesting command from mission control to determine how to handle potential confrontation with alien creatures.
    Response requested.


    Shit.

    This wasn’t supposed to be possible. They had not found any signs of life on Vogel; were Archie’s readings incorrect?

    Sarah scrolled through the files they’d received and opened the one with footage from one of his cameras. A loading icon appeared. She read the next entries while she waited for the recording to load.


    Log entry #34: 

    2049/04/28 — 23:05:04 (EST) — 52.378°N, 4.889°E— 0.3 mph

    Crater. Size to be determined later. Scheduling assessment for 2049/04/29, 10:00:00 (EST).

    Miscellaneous: Footsteps approximately 3 miles away. Speed increasing. Approximately four creatures.
    Origin: unknown. Language: unknown.

    Request

    Pathfinder-Architect-409 requesting command from mission control to avoid confrontation with potentially hostile creatures.
    Urgent.
    Response requested.

    Log entry #35: 

    2049/04/28 — 23:07:58 (EST) — 52.379°N, 4.886°E — 0.5 mph

    Miscellaneous: Four unknown life forms exactly 0.8 miles away. Approximately 6 feet tall. Silver complexion. Beak-like mouths. Armored chest.

    0.5 miles away.

    Sharp teeth. Large black eyes.

    Transmitting footage from camera-2.

    0.3 miles away.

    0.2 miles

    “Nonononono!”

    Sarah tapped her feet while she made several calls. Eyes trained on the screen. She’d been trying to connect to Archie for the last few minutes, but received no response.

    The recording was still loading.

    Max and Ali agreed to come in right away. Jen wasn’t answering her phone.

    Sarah got up and paced the room as she messaged Javi and tried Jen again. Javi replied that he would be there as soon as he could.

    No response from Jen. No response from Archie. The video wouldn’t load.

    She kicked the chair. All it did was spin.

    “Come on!” She growled, then jumped a little when a door flew open behind her. She turned around and watched her colleague Julie burst through, breathing hard, brown curls sticking to her forehead, and clutching her phone.

    “What are you doing?!” Julie’s voice was at least one octave higher than usual. “Don’t just stand there! Didn’t you see it?!”

    “See what?” Sarah asked, confused. “The footage is still loading.”

    “What footage?” Julie rushed over to her. “I’m talking about the distress call! The SOS!” She held out her phone.

    Sarah blinked at the screen. Bright white letters on a red background flashed S O S. Smaller letters at the bottom of the screen just said “Archie”, next to a time stamp and his coordinates.

    “What? How did you get that message? Why didn’t I get that message?”

    Julie ignored her and sat down at the desk, readjusting the armrests of the chair. Sarah took a deep breath, about to let her anxiety and frustration get the better of her, when movement on one the screens grabbed her attention.

    The footage had finally finished loading.

    Julie seemed to catch on immediately, and pressed ‘play’.


    Archie was moving at full speed over the planet’s coarse, reddish-purple sand. His continuous tracks had no problem traversing this kind of material; they had taken care of that in the design-phase. They had, however, not considered the possibility that he would need to flee from would-be attackers, which meant that “full speed” was still agonizingly slow.

    Sarah leaned over the desk and forwarded the video until the large, silver aliens came into view. Julie gasped.

    Archie’s description had been factually accurate, but had not done justice to their terrifying demeanor. Fast, tall, and muscular, they showed off razor-sharp teeth every time they opened their beaks. Their silvery hue gave off the impression of liquid metal. Pitch-black eyes, much larger than those of any animal on earth, took up over half of their face. They didn’t seem to blink.

    Sarah shivered.

    “What is happening?” Julie whispered.

    Julie had been in charge of much of Archie’s design. It had been her decision to make the two cameras installed at the top resemble big, round eyes that could turn to look at you. And to have two long extensions on each end of his body that were basically advanced claw-machine arms. He’d zoomed around the office before his intergalactic trip, and even the most cynical of their colleagues had not been immune to his anthropomorphic charms.

    “I don’t know.” Sarah was trying to count their gleaming, black claws. Eight per hand? Nine? Too many, either way.

    And now Archie’s big eyes were recording his last moments. He was surrounded by antagonistic aliens. They towered over him. He recorded their faces, the rows and rows of teeth in their beaks, their unblinking eyes. They closed in on him, growling and uttering cries no human translator would be able to decipher.

    “I can’t watch this.” Julie turned away from the screen.

    Sarah swallowed. She didn’t want to watch this next part either, but they had to know what they were dealing with. Her stomach churned as the aliens descended on Archie. The screen filled with a flurry of silver skin, rapidly moving limbs, and flashes of teeth and claws.

    The noise was overwhelming. Growls, blows, yells. High-pitched wheezes that sounded like laughter. But it was the scraping sound of metal that cut right through everything, and which seemed to linger in the air even after the screen had gone black.

    They were silent for a long time.

    Finally, Julie cleared her throat.

    “I…programmed it into him. The SOS call. To use in emergencies.” She shook her head.

    “Did you anticipate something like this?” Sarah frowned.

    “No. Not at all. I…felt silly when I put it in, to be honest. I just…” She shrugged and fell silent.

    “Right. So. Why didn’t mission control receive this message?”

    “You were supposed to. I don’t know what went wrong.”

    Sarah took a few steadying breaths. Later, she told herself.

    “Have you tried contacting him?” Julie asked.

    “Of course. No response.”

    “Right.” Julie let out a shaky breath and ran a hand through her curls. “Right.”

    “We can try again though,” Sarah said. “Send a command to go to a safe place, just in case he can still receive messages.”

    Julie nodded.

    “Yes. Please.” She vacated the chair and Sarah sat down again, ignoring the state of the armrests as she executed the command.

    While she did so, the door behind them opened again and Ali walked in, immediately followed by Max, who was carrying coffee and a bag of pastries. Ali threw her coat and bag on the floor and rushed over to them.

    “Alright. Let’s see what we’ve got here.”

    They called in everyone that had ever been attached to the project. They sent out software patches and commands, analyzed all the data Archie sent out, and tried to glean as much about the alien attackers as they could.

    It didn’t seem to matter. Days went by, then a week, and Pathfinder-Architect-409 remained silent.

    “I’m sorry guys,” Jen, project lead of mission Vogel-409, said after two weeks of trying.

    “Unfortunately, it does not look like we will be able to revive and retrieve Pathfinder-Architect-409. We will have to go back to the drawing board and design a model that is equipped to handle outside threats like these. Armor. Increased speed.”

    Sarah glanced over at Julie. No one had worked longer days than she had, something which the black circles underneath her eyes could attest to. Julie pressed her lips into a thin line.

    “We tried our hardest, but now we need to rest and recharge before we start working on our new and improved model.” Jen motioned for them all to follow her out. There were a few sighs and grumblings, but most people were too exhausted to argue.

    Sarah glanced at Julie, who was staring intently at something no one else could see.

    “What are you thinking?”

    “One more try.” Julie answered, gaze still trained on something in the distance. “Please.”

    “Right.” Despite not believing that there was anything they could do that would fix this, Sarah turned back to the computer. Which chimed.

    Both of them stared at the screen.

    Incoming communication.


    Log entry #36: 

    2049/05/11 — 15:06:02 (EST) — 52.381°N, 4.870°E

    Surface: Granular, maroon-colored sand. Large rock formation to the left.
    Atmosphere: 89.5% carbon dioxide; 6.3% nitrogen; 4.2% oxygen.
    Temperature: 55.5 °C/131.9 °F.

    Miscellaneous: Two bipedal creatures. Around 6 feet tall. Brown feathers. Green eyes. Opposable thumbs. Small red beaks.
    Origin: unknown. Language: unknown, but bears similarities to previously recorded unknown language.
    No aggression detected. Repaired Pathfinder-Architect-409’s broken parts. Restored connection to mission control. Brought and connected Pathfinder-Architect-409 to solar charging station.

    Transmitting footage from camera-1.

    Surprisingly, the recording only took a few seconds to load.

    The camera moved rapidly from side to side, scanning its surroundings, then slowly turned upwards to focus on two benign looking aliens staring down at it.

    Sarah rubbed her eyes. Their beaks seemed to curve upwards into a smile at Archie’s movements.

    The alien on the left reached out a limb that appeared to be a cross between a wing and an arm, and patted the top of the cameras.

    Its buddy made a soft, high-pitched, happy sound, and bowed its small, round head towards Archie. The first alien echoed the sound, and they turned to leave, chattering happily as they walked away on long, feathered legs. When they disappeared into the distance, the screen turned black.


    Response

    2049/05/12 — 09:03:08 (EST)

    Commands received. Heading towards a safe place.

    This story was written for Round 1 of the NYC Midnight Short Story Challenge 2026.
    My prompt was:

    Genre: Thriller
    Subject: SOS
    Character: A pathfinder

    While I did not manage to make it to Round 2, I did receive an Honorable Mention, which was a pleasant surprise, considering I wasn’t sure I’d actually managed to write a thriller.

    Click here to read the feedback I received from the judges.

    WHAT THE JUDGES LIKED ABOUT YOUR STORY –

    • {2456} I really enjoyed getting the chance to read your story! It contained a lot of fascinating layers. On surface level, it explores the process of scientific progression, including the frustrations and hope of the scientists involved. On a deeper level, you did a great job humanizing something that is objectively inhuman. These characters had an emotional attachment to the robot, Archie. As a reader, I also established that attachment. I was afraid for him during the chase. I was upset by the fact that he was destroyed. Alternatively, I was encouraged to read that he’d been pieced back together again. Capturing the full emotional range in relation to a robot was very impressive. Strong work!
    • {2061} The Archie journal entries are a great way to pull us into the world of Vogel, written in an unemotional, straightforward narrative. The cold tone contrasts well with the horror of the approaching creatures. Sarah and Julie have an interesting connection that drives them to give Archie another try. I like that your writing has defined this workplace with hierarchy and disgruntled employees, as exists in most workplaces, and that these dynamics impact how work gets done. That’s a great detail of the story, revealing relationships and characters.
    • {2090} I ADORED your approach to this story and I think it’s a super effective way of demonstrating why anthropomorphizing is a necessary thing! And I don’t mean that just because it’s what pushes Julie and Sarah to try communicating with Archie one last time (or what makes the benign aliens help Archie), but also because it’s what you use to make each alien encounter stand out and have its own tone. I loved how you gave both the aliens and Archie space to evoke empathy from readers, and that final paragraph made me want to read more of Archie’s adventures.


    WHAT THE JUDGES FEEL NEEDS WORK –

    • {2456} While I enjoyed a lot about this story, there was one area that I would recommend taking a look at during your next round of edits. The tension in this story requires the reader to establish an emotional connection to the robot, Archie. Giving it a human name was a great first step. You also eventually described his features, including “eyes” and “limbs”. While this was great, I would recommend frontloading this description earlier on in the story.
    • {2061} The journal entries bring us to the action on the planet, but keep us removed from knowing what actually happens (especially after reading entry #35). It might help to find a more intentional way to transition from “0.2 miles” to Sarah’s response. It almost seems as though we ought to absorb a moment of silence before Sarah is able to respond verbally. What I mean is, it’s such a shocking thing to read, we want to experience that sense of shock alongside Sarah. I think it would be more effective to have that beat, and then let her voice come into the room with, “Nonononono!” Taking care in these kinds of transitions can add a lot to build tension in the story, as we experience the horror alongside Sarah. It also helps to build in silence, as what comes immediately after is a moment of frantic movement and noise as Sarah tries to solve this.
    • {2090} However, right now you have one great story being told through Archie’s reports and the more straightforward narrative segments with Sarah and Julie in their command center. I understand why you have these two perspectives, but these storytelling styles were so distinct that each time you switched POVs it felt as if the story was starting and stopping, unable to generate steam. I genuinely believe expanding one of these perspectives into its own story would allow for a greater whole, particularly because it would emphasize the theme of communication by depriving the reader of both sides of the adventure (which right now don’t coalesce as well as they should).

  • In Search of Treasure

    Below you’ll find my entry for Round 2 of the
    NYC Midnight Rhyming Story Challenge 2025
    (only edited to remove some typos that snuck in)

    My prompt was:

    Genre: Historical Fiction
    Theme: Self-respect
    Emotion: Trusting

    Synopsis:

    Pirates Anne Bonny and Mary Read inspired young Alice to take what she needs.


    Dear Alice was a quiet child, obedient and sweet.
    She smiled all day, and watched her brothers play and roam the streets.
    And when they learned to read, she had to sew and cook with mom.
    Yet Alice still believed her time would come.

    She wished she had the freedom that her brothers so enjoyed.
    Her lowered gaze these days of any kind of joy devoid.
    With hope grown dim and smile worn thin, she did as she was told,
    and cursed herself for never being bold.

    Then word arrived that pirate life had come to Spanish Town,
    so Alice joined the crowds and watched her world turn upside-down.
    For two accused of piracy were small but for their chests,
    and Alice scarce believed they way they dressed.

    No skirt or gown, but trousers long, and jackets meant for men!
    Around her people whispered, awed: “It’s Mary Read and Anne!”
    “I heard they carried pistols too…” A man said with disdain,
    as Alice dreamed of lives much less mundane.

    That night she cooked and cleaned but all the while she wondered why
    she’d never realised this was a life she could defy.
    And so she stole her brother’s coat, and sewed some trousers too.
    She tried them on, and finally felt true.

    She was a different person, not the weak one she’d abhorred,
    unlocking possibilities taboo and unexplored.
    So when her parents introduced a man to marry her,
    she found she had the courage to demur.

    She grabbed a bag and filled it with her trousers, coins, and coat,
    ignored her parents’ cries and ran away, heart in her throat.
    She walked up roads she’d never been, until she found an inn,
    and entered, trusting life could now begin.

    A guy who winked with bloodshot eyes, got up and downed his drink.
    He called for her, his words were slurred, she felt her spirit sink.
    As he came close, she rallied, saw the knife hang from his belt,
    and suddenly, her new-found mettle swelled.

    She grinned and said: “Let’s have a drink!” He readily agreed.
    And before long was too far gone to know his knife she’d freed.
    A surge of joy spread through her veins, a spark of something wild,
    as Alice found her worth, and truly smiled.

    Across the room a man had taken note of what she’d done.
    He sauntered up, brown eyes amused “Let’s have a talk, come on.”
    The drunkard barely conscious, Alice stood, and grabbed her bag,
    and from a gap spilled out a trouser leg.

    He chuckled, said his name was Sam, his crew was one man short.
    They needed someone small and fast; tomorrow they’d leave port.
    He eyed her bag, said: “Women spell bad luck, my men do tell…”
    She took the hint, and grinned: “Why don’t you call me Al?”

    I unfortunately didn’t advance to the finals, which doesn’t surprise me; having 72 hours to write this was tight. All I had time for on the first day was trying to think of a time period to set this in, day two was filled with research and writing the outline of the story, and all of the actual writing had to be done on day three.

    Still, I’m not unhappy with how it turned out. I had more plans for Alice, initially (and for Anne & Mary), but time and word limit constrictions made me scrap those. I might rewrite this someday to do my initial idea justice.

    Click here to read the feedback I received from the judges.

    WHAT THE JUDGES LIKED ABOUT YOUR STORY –

    • {1815}  I loved Alice! What a great heroine. So easy and fun to root for a young girl learning to break the rules. I love the vivid descriptions of pirate life, the danger and excitement this writer conjures, and the way rule breaking sets Alice free.  
    • {2501}  This story has a very strong protagonist in Alice. You do a nice job describing what her life is usually like, compared to what she wishes it would be. This sets up effectively for the moment when she runs away and when she is offered a job on Sam’s crew because we know exactly what her desires and motivations are. I thought the story also had some great detail to depict the action throughout with what every character is doing and how they express their feelings. In particular, some of my favorite lines include “With hope grown dim and smile worn thin, she did as she was told,/and cursed herself for never being bold” and “A surge of joy spread through her veins, a spark of something wild,/as Alice found her worth, and truly smiled.” 
    • {1788}  The author captured both the allure and danger of the Golden Age of Piracy excellently. From the striking wardrobe of Anne and Mary to the secret misdeeds that gave her more bravery (“A surge of joy spread through her veins, a spark of something wild”), Alice’s attraction to the unfamiliar was enjoyable to witness, shedding off her old life and embracing her liberation. The author presented her with realistic and historically accurate obstacles, whether societal (the potential marriage) or physical (how to navigate situations as a woman). They were great tests that illustrated why she’d be able to survive the life of a pirate while showing the emotional struggles during her transition (“ignored her parents’ cries and ran away, heart in her throat”).  

    WHAT THE JUDGES FEEL NEEDS WORK –

    • {1815}  Something in the rhyme scheme – the way the last line of each stanza is shorter than the others – made this story feel a little spasmodic, or stop and start. I felt like the momentum died at the end of each stanza and had to be built up again. I’d also encourage the writer to make sure that the lines make grammatical sense as well as rhyming – there is some leeway in rhyming stories to rearrange sentences so they work better in the rhythm, but lines like “her lowered gaze these days of any kind of joy devoid” felt a little hard to follow. I love the characters and the plot of this story, but I think the structure could be sharpened so it does them justice!  
    • {2501}  The story could be even stronger if Mary Read and Anne had a larger presence throughout. This doesn’t mean that Alice has to interact with them specifically, but since they’ve inspired Alice so much, I think it could be helpful to have her think about them more, perhaps even in a way that allows us learn more about their characters. Does Alice learn anything about their piracy or what their ultimate fate is? They seem well-known, so maybe a townsperson could describe some of their adventures to Alice. Then, at the end when Sam offers her the job, consider having Alice think back to Mary Read and Anne as a motivating factor for accepting the job. To make room for these details within the word count, consider slightly shortening Alice mulling over her own mundane life before she runs away. 
    • {1788}  While the era was crystal-clear, the setting would benefit from more refinement. When she leaves the comforts of home, the descriptions of her surroundings were rather general and more facts would immerse the reader in Alice’s world. For instance, where is she standing when she views Mary Read and Anne? Are they on a platform or being dragged to jail? Is she trying to look past tall people’s bodies as they’re taken off their ship? Likewise, when she’s in the inn, think about enriching the imagery there as well. Are there unique attributes about the place? In Spanish Town, does she hear a certain kind of music as the man saunters up to her? Maybe Sam’s drinking something that can only be found in the region. Small touches and vibrant images will enliven the scenes, and then the reader will not only feel Alice’s excitement, but experience the world she inhabits too. “In Search of Treasure” is a lovely tale of self-discovery and has two great historical figures. Once the author enriches the settings more, it will be even stronger.


  • In the Moment

    Below you’ll find my (unedited) entry for Round 1 of the NYC Midnight Rhyming Story Challenge 2025.

    My prompt was:

    Genre: Romance
    Theme: The benefit of the doubt
    Emotion: Exhilarated

    Synopsis:

    A guy about to graduate college is questioning his decision to admire his crush from afar, instead of making a move.


    I’ve had this crush for so damn long,
    my friends grew bored of poking fun.
    “Just ask him out, man, while we’re young,”
    They sigh, while I just freeze or run.

    I’d rather watch him from afar;
    he’d never want me anyway.
    He plays guitar at Tommy’s bar,
    though entry’s free, I’d gladly pay.

    I’m boring, average, and shy,
    but Dylan’s funny, smart, and…nice.
    And while I dream, the years fly by.
    My friends all date; I fantasise.

    As graduation’s drawing near,
    I’m feeling stressed and losing sleep.
    I don’t know what has caused this fear;
    it’s too intense and runs too deep.

    When walking from our final class,
    he brushes past, the penny drops.
    To face my fear I cannot pass
    this chance to ask him, so I stop.

    It’s now or never… “Dylan? Hi.”
    He turns his head expectantly.
    “Would you…” I swallow, throat gone dry,
    “Would you go on a date with me?”

    He stares at me for quite some time.
    His eyes search mine, I watch him frown.
    The silence stretches…I resign
    to feel my world come crashing down.

    I try to speak, to take it back,
    but then he answers, “Yeah, alright.”
    To process that, I need a sec.
    I suddenly feel very light.

    We settle on a coffee date,
    I must be grinning like a fool.
    He smiles, but seems to hesitate;
    I have to try to play it cool.

    The day before our date I spend
    obsessing, fretting, freaking out.
    I know that I should tell my friends,
    but what if Dylan’s doubts win out?

    I’m early, but, to my surprise
    I’m not the first one to arrive.
    We order drinks, I meet his eyes.
    A spark takes hold, I feel alive.

    Our conversation stops and starts,
    I talk too much, or not enough.
    He’s guarded, while I try too hard.
    Reality is pretty rough.

    Well, this is it, at least I know
    that we were never meant to be.
    He signals that it’s time to go
    and who am I to disagree?

    We walk in silence, when he says:
    “The park is nice this time of year…”
    All I can manage is a “Yes?”
    He looks at me, his smile sincere.

    He talks about this job he found;
    it’s out of town, he’ll have to leave.
    We take a seat on sun-warmed ground.
    He sighs, lies down, tugs on my sleeve.

    We stare and watch the clouds float past.
    He moves his hand, it’s touching mine.
    I want to make this moment last
    and let our fingers intertwine.

    The sun, the grass, the breeze, his skin…
    I try to memorise it all.
    This moment’s real; I crack a grin.
    A victory, however small.

    I’m sure my friends will give me hell
    for waiting till the very end.
    But even if this is farewell,
    it beats the times I played pretend.


    I placed 4th in my group, which means I made it to Round 2 this year.

    Click here to read the feedback I received from the judges.

    WHAT THE JUDGES LIKED ABOUT YOUR STORY – 

    • {2144}  I really like this story. I think you do a good job of accurately portraying the awkwardness of most first dates and the game that we constantly play in trying to understand the other person’s intentions while adjusting our own expectations. I also think the final 2 stanzas do a really good job of tying the story together as a whole and showing the significance of this date in greater context to the narrator’s character arc, even if it is imperfect in itself.   
    • {2253}  This is such a sweet story! You do such a great job of showing this protagonist’s nerves by outlining that he thinks he’s “boring, average, and shy” in comparison to Dylan, but also why he chooses to overcome it by thinking “it’s now or never…” Great job really showing the character’s motivations to ensure the reader can really connect with them. Well done! Lastly, I really enjoyed the final stanza and the moral around taking a chance when you have it—even if it ends up being short-lived. This is such a great conclusion to the story to keep readers thinking about it. Great job crafting a very engaging and captivating story!  
    • {1943}  Oh my goodness, this was such an endearing, sweet story. Your premise was simple but delightful. I think that any reader would identify with the protagonist’s fears about the date. I smiled at lines such as “I talk too much, or not enough” and “I must be grinning like a fool.” The characterization of this shy man was excellent – we really felt his fear and self-doubt. The depiction of the date was lovely. My heart melted as Dylan relaxed. I loved moments such as “He looks at me, his smile sincere” and “He moves his hand, it’s touching mine.” You left the reader wanting to see more, but equally, I loved the way that you left us feeling that even if this was the end of the romance, the protagonist had learned and grown from being brave. 🙂   

    WHAT THE JUDGES FEEL NEEDS WORK – 

    • {2144}  I love the story overall and think it’s pretty tightly written, so I don’t have any big notes. My only question is that I couldn’t help wondering why Dylan seems a little reserved throughout most of the date until they get to the park. I wonder if there is a way to hint a little more why that might be the case. Is it because he’s leaving? Does it just take a little bit for him to warm up? i just wanted a little more insight into his character and where this ambivalence comes from.  
    • {2253}  This story would benefit from a bit more exploration around this protagonist’s previous relationship with Dylan. It’s evident that they have had a crush for “so damn long” but what is the current nature of their relationship by the start of the story? For example, had they been friends, but the protagonist wanted to be more than that? Had they never spoken to each other, but just sat next to each other in class, or did Dylan not even know he existed. Showing the nature of their relationship in more specific detail would really help the reader better understand the stakes of what the protagonist has to lose as well as what they are overcoming to ask Dylan out on a date. 
    • {1943}  I thought that your writing was excellent, and I struggled to find much to suggest you might work on. A few points to consider might be: I found the line “I’d gladly pay” a little odd. As I reread, I understood your intention, but it felt awkward, and as if maybe you worded it like this to create the rhyme with ‘anyway/pay’. I would maybe simplify the sentence so we don’t have to think too hard about the implied meaning, especially as this comes right at the start of the story. The line “I suddenly feel very light” seemed rather understated or basic to me. I felt that the focus was on creating a rhyme, and I found myself pausing to consider how it might feel to suddenly feel “light”. Could you create a more sensory description of how he reacted, so that it feels more personal and authentic? I wondered if it would be more meaningful if you devoted the entire final verse to the romance, rather than reverting to the issue of the friends. This removed us from the emotion of the moment.


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    With countless emails she’d been spammed.
    Their urgent tone spelled bad intent.
    It seemed to Marni she’d been scammed;
    can’t rate a thing you weren’t sent.

    Then, one month late, outside her home,
    a battered box showed up, lay prone.
    Inside she found protective foam,
    but then, just when she touched her phone…

    “Hi!” Came a knock.
    “We’re here for our stock.
    You’ve failed to respect our provisions.”

    Two men in black she’d never met
    demanded entrance to her flat,
    referred to terms she’d never read:
    a legal contract, ironclad.

    Enraged, but scared to make things worse
    she watched them enter, undeterred.
    They took the phone so briefly hers,
    left her to parse their parting words:
    “Wish to object?
    Inform or react?
    Please file an official petition.”
    “Miss, do expect
    a form, to collect
    your thoughts, help us boost our position!”


  • Happy Mother’s Day

    Our gift this year to Mother Earth 
    More governments beguiled by greed
    Too late we’ll comprehend her worth

    Again more climate debt incurred
    Each broken record beat, repeat
    Our gift this year to Mother Earth

    We all should be on red alert
    Instead, her sources we deplete
    Too late we’ll comprehend her worth

    Our gaze, not crises, we avert
    Deep pockets buy our swift defeat
    Our gift this year to Mother Earth

    Our home burned up for short-term mirth
    A race to space, elitist treat
    Too late we’ll comprehend her worth

    Her plight denied, each cure deferred
    We make the choice to overheat
    Our gift this year to Mother Earth
    Too late we’ll comprehend her worth