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| It Was a Pleasure Mary Francen gemcollector2001 (at) yahoo (dot) com Category: First/Last Lines
"It was a pleasure to burn." This is for the catagory first/last this
is the first story I have ever written that actually made the 500 word
count LOL
It was a pleasure to burn that old ratty diary in the fire place as they cleared out the house that cold morning. To her it only held painful memories she thought, I sure don’t wish onto the younger generation. They each had one growing up, a diary that contained pictures along with a story of why and how it had happened, it was used as part of the punishment. She turned the pages watching herself grow up as she did. The writing changed from a childish scribble done in crayon with words barely legible to those of a teen complete with hearts for the dots in the lowercase I’s. For some reason she was drawn to the stories within the diary even though she was revolted by them as well. Now a parent, she never spanked her own children much less used a hairbrush or strap, however reading her life spread out before her she could see similarities in her own adventures yet, her kids were labeled as wild by people. Turning page after page and reading things like the breaking of the family cookie jar and getting a hand spanking at the age of four over her Mom’s lap while her Dad took the picture for her diary. And of course she would have to sit down and with the help of her parents write in her childish scrawl what had happened, what she had learned that day. Rebecca smiled remembering her Mom holding her hand and helping her write the words in the book as she sat in her lap that afternoon. Fanning the pages forward she was now ten it was her birthday and she was overwhelmed by all the goings on, and as her best friend threw a piece of cake in her face she had picked up a pitcher of cool-aide and dumped it over her head dropping the heavy pitcher on her foot afterwards, that had been an accident but her Dad didn’t see it that way. He took her over his lap right there and gave her a spanking on her bare bottom with a ping pong paddle she had gotten as a present from her best friend. She had to laugh as she remembered that game never did get played with. Rebecca suddenly got an idea and slammed the book shut and yelled to her brother that she would be back later and drove home with the book. It was now the times of “family meetings” that never seemed to do much good, but she had a feeling this one might make an impression. Kids I want to show you something Rebecca sat down on the living room floor with her three little hellions who were now six, eight and nine. This was something that I grew up with and so did your aunts and uncles. She opened the book and showed them the story of her life and the love and guidance her parents had shown her over her life. |
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| Alex:
alexbirch (at) blueyonder(dot)co(dot)uk This story had some nice ideas behind it, the thought of a mother about to burn a hated book then realising there was more to its contents than she realised, contents which might serve as a guidance for her own kids. Nicely told, some good ideas. There are just a few problems with correct punctuation which made the reader stop occasionally to mentally insert commas and colons, but in general I liked the story. |
| CK:
CrimsnKid6 (at) aol (dot) com Ahhhh, well…This story starts out nicely and develops into a nostalgic look at the narrator's childhood, although the transition from her being repulsed by the spankings her spanking diary details to sentimentalizing them seems rather sudden to me–but likely the positive feelings were there all along and had been supressed until she starting reading about her girlhood chastisements. The ending seems unclear and inconclusive to me though. Did the narrator intend to begin a spanking regimen with her own "hellions," so she showed them her childhood punishment journal to introduce that concept? Or was it meant merely to show her children that things were different (and possibly better) during her own childhood? Or was it a not-too-subtle threat to begin a spanking regimen if the kids' "wild" behavior didn't improve? On the technical side, quotation marks are needed to indicate direct speech where the narrator addressed her children. Some of the description in the diary, notably that of the penmanship of the narrator as a teenaged girl, struck me as quite accurate and a nice touch. |
| Zad:
zadigskiz (at) yahoo (dot) com I will question that the story meets the category rules. I thought the first line has to be "It was a pleasure to burn PERIOD." The author has expanded the first line. Then there is the issue that the first line describes the diary being burnt, but after that it is being read by the heroine, and then read to her children. But the story is good and has an interesting ending. |
| Jess:
peaceluvnbooks (at) clovermail (dot) net This story caused me to reflect upon its meaning for a time after reading. I'm not quite sure whether I'm captivated or vaguely disturbed by this tale. The idea of a childhood spanking diary complete with pictures… sounds especially sad to me. That said, I thought the writing was great and the author might have intended for the reader to feel a mix of emotions similar to those I experienced. I enjoyed the flashbacks that were woven into the piece as the character remembered her past. The details such as the crayon printing and the later teen-aged writing with hearts made the character's growth seem more real to me. I also liked the way in which the diary stories were related to the present-day situation with the woman's own children. I felt it created a piece that had texture and events that fit together well. The use of the words "love and guidance" at the end kind of implied that the woman appreciated her parents disciplined at the same time that she resented it. It was a little confusing to me because the beginning line had been so forceful, almost angry, and by the end she seemed to have softened slightly. I can't be sure whether or not she thinks her parents did something right with her and maybe she should apply their methods to her own family. The piece left me wanting to read more because I'm curious to know if the book had an impact on her children. |
| Domino:
domino at Domin-o (dot) org (dot) uk I loved the idea of a photo diary of punishments. We are not told why the house-clearance was taking place, but generally that sort of thing happens after a death, and the diary gave a focus to past memories without being maudlin. The author handled the transition quite nicely from wanting to burn the diary to realising there was something of merit there which was still pertinent to her current life. I do have a couple of quibbles - the first line is in the present tense, which indicates that the burning of the book is actually taking place, whereas in reality it's anticpatory. Also the last paragraph lacks quotation marks around "Kids I want to show you something" Using the diary as a vehicle, the author was able to revisit not only a couple of childhood spankings but also the memory of her own mother guiding her hand to write, which I thought was a lovely touch. I think the author did well to pack so much into such a limited space, but I also think the story would be better served in a longer format, that way the reader could have more of the childhood memories and also find out what happens with the three little hellions. |