Ch. 9 There's No Place Like Home

Will doesn't park in my driveway.

Instead, he goes farther

to the next house

and pulls in there

without me even telling him to.

He knows how tiring it is

for me to be home.

Home

is suffocating.

Home

has walls

that feel like they're closing in on me,

about to crush me.

Home

is filled with people who won't leave me along

and act like I'm broken.

But even with all those people there,

home

is lonely.

**please leave some feedback and let me know what you think so far**

Author's Note

This is the ninth addition to my story. Please read the previous eight parts before you read this one. And comment below!
--theladygraceling

Reviews

[SLD Bailey]

I've read all of your chapters and realised at the end that I had held my breath while I did so. There is a deceptive simplicity to your writing which I don't often come across. Usually when writing about such powerful emotions as grief and guilt, writers will over-write (I know I do) in an attempt to articulate those feelings. In doing so, I think the truth of the emotion is lost. You don't fall into this trap, and this is what makes your writing so effective. It is tight, and the protagonist feels authentic. I enjoyed this, and would very much like to read more.
Additionally, I actually liked the unconventional layout; it fit the theme of the writing, and I found I tripped along towards the end without realising I was doing so.

[theladygraceling]

Thanks for the comment! This was a very helpful review and I'm glad you like what I've written so far. I'll be posting more and I hope you keep reading!
--theladygraceling

[Fenix Flight]

Ok so so far DEAR GUNDI!!! I LOVE IT!! I feel as if I am Riley. I know the feeling of losing your best friend and watching them die in front of you. so this story has captured me and moved me. This is very well written. I cannot wait to read the rest of this.