Not Long Enough

Not Long Enough

A Story by Alexzandera

“Long, too long, America,” he said to me. I hadn’t seen him in years, it had indeed been too long. But it also had not been long enough. He looked at me with the same blue eyes, the same stubble on his chin. I saw no sign of growth, of change, of maturity. He was the same child I had known three years prior. It had not been long enough. I always pictured bumping into him on the street, or seeing him in a cafe years after leaving. I always saw a much more matured man, no longer childish but with his sense of humor still intact. Perhaps I would fall in love with this new man, perhaps not, but looking at the man standing before me, I do not see the man from my fantasy. Then again, they never are. It had been too long, yet not long enough We exchange small talk and then I leave once more. Perhaps one day it will have been long enough.

© 2017 Alexzandera


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“Long, too long, America,” he said to me. I hadn’t seen him in years. It had indeed been too long. But, then again, it had not been long enough. He looked at me with the same blue eyes, the same stubble on his chin. I saw no sign of growth, of change, of maturity. He was the same child I had known three years before. I always imagined myself bumping into him on the street, or seeing him in a cafe years after I left. Though, in my dreams, he was much more mature, no longer childish (save his playful sense of humor). Perhaps I could have fallen in love with this new man, perhaps not, but as I looked at the face before me, I did not see the person from my fantasy. It had been too long, yet not long enough . We exchanged small talk and then I left once more. Perhaps one day it will have been long enough.

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Okay, I like your writing style for the most part.
However, your use of the word "man" gets a tad redundant. In general, try not to use the same word twice in the same sentence, or, if possible, in the same piece. You change verb tenses halfway through, not including the dream flashback, which threw me off. I corrected it in the edit, but you could choose to keep the story in the present as well.

Overall, it feels a bit rushed and it would help the reader if you could identify the characters. Other than that, I appreciate the conflict you attempted to create, and I enjoyed it.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Alexzandera

6 Years Ago

Thank you for actually giving me some tips! It's very frustrating to get unhelpful reviews.
Ethan

6 Years Ago

No problem!



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Grammar corrections/optional edits:

“Long, too long, America,” he said to me. I hadn’t seen him in years. It had indeed been too long. But, then again, it had not been long enough. He looked at me with the same blue eyes, the same stubble on his chin. I saw no sign of growth, of change, of maturity. He was the same child I had known three years before. I always imagined myself bumping into him on the street, or seeing him in a cafe years after I left. Though, in my dreams, he was much more mature, no longer childish (save his playful sense of humor). Perhaps I could have fallen in love with this new man, perhaps not, but as I looked at the face before me, I did not see the person from my fantasy. It had been too long, yet not long enough . We exchanged small talk and then I left once more. Perhaps one day it will have been long enough.

Comments:

Okay, I like your writing style for the most part.
However, your use of the word "man" gets a tad redundant. In general, try not to use the same word twice in the same sentence, or, if possible, in the same piece. You change verb tenses halfway through, not including the dream flashback, which threw me off. I corrected it in the edit, but you could choose to keep the story in the present as well.

Overall, it feels a bit rushed and it would help the reader if you could identify the characters. Other than that, I appreciate the conflict you attempted to create, and I enjoyed it.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Alexzandera

6 Years Ago

Thank you for actually giving me some tips! It's very frustrating to get unhelpful reviews.
Ethan

6 Years Ago

No problem!
this is one of those pieces that you will remember at some point in your life, and will suddenly be forced to see yourself aligning with this writing. impressive.

Posted 6 Years Ago


I think this is complete. It's what I call a little "slice of life" piece. A chance encounter, an inconsequential event that spurs deeper thought.
I liked it. The final line defines the entire piece.

Posted 6 Years Ago


A snippet of prose in which an unknown person, in an unknown place for an unknown reason, talks about someone we know nothing about, who they knew in an unknown way the past.

Informative, in the sense that isolated facts are informative. But stories entertain. And that takes a significant bit of specialized knowledge to make work.

You might want to look into the tricks of writing fiction. Your local library's fiction writing section can help.

Posted 6 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

JayG

6 Years Ago

Instead of being snarky, think. Your reader has been seeing pretty much ONLY professionally written,.. read more
Alexzandera

6 Years Ago

I write for myself, not for readers. Any read request I send is merely to get input on how I can imp.. read more
JayG

6 Years Ago

If you write for yourself why did you ask me to critique it? If you write for yourself why did you p.. read more

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