Digging The Earth
I write fiction but I haven't been doing much writing for awhile now. However, I am starting back up with the writing and am working on getting back into the swing of things. Quite frankly, my proficiency has taken a hit over the last couple of years. That's what will happen when you don't practice and I have definitely not been practicing. There was a time, however, when I think I was capable of writing a pretty compelling story.
I won first place in a fiction writing contest at my college a few years back. I won for a story titled "Digging The Earth." It's about the relationship between two brothers--one 23 and one 12--whose parents have died. To this day, I love the story. I think it's one of the best things I have ever written and, quite frankly, it somewhat impresses me. Perhaps I'm too satisfied with myself, but I feel as if I did a pretty damn good job with it.
I just finished rereading the story. I made two small changes that makes the story a bit less obvious. I think I was engaging in too much explanation to the audience on something that is fairly clear from the context. It's never good to treat the audience like they're idiots, so I made the changes.
Now I'm presenting it you, fine readers. I don't know if any of you are interested, but if so, please check it out. I most definitely welcome comments on this, either in the comment section or by emailing me directly. I would love to know what any of you think.
The story is 11 pages long, about 3400 words. If there's a different file format you would like it in, let me know and I'll see what I can do. Pick your poison:
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