The Slam: Slammables

December

by eyes.open, Massachusetts

It happened in December. As I walked home from school the only thing on my mind was what I was going to say to Dad. That I had suddenly taken an interest in an after-school club? That I had stayed after for extra help in Spanish? He wouldn't buy any of that, and I'm a terrible liar anyway, so the truth was my only option. By now the sun was beginning to set; it looked beautiful. If only I had my camera, I thought. Maybe if I was fast enough I could grab my camera bag at home in time to get a shot of it. I ran the rest of the way, stopping in the driveway to catch my breath. I walked inside, quickly exchanging my backpack for my camera bag, and yelled "I'm home! I'm going out to get a picture, but I'll be right back!" I could still take a few good shots if I was quick. Not my best work, I thought, but it'll have to do. I put my camera back into the camera bag and over my shoulder. This camera had been a gift from my grandparents a year before for my sixteenth birthday. It was the most expensive present I had ever received. It was probably the most expensive thing I owned. After getting it in the mail, a package from Maryland with a Hallmark card signed, Nana and Papa, I took up photography. Since then it had become my life; this camera was my pride and joy, my baby. Walking home, I took my time. When I got back to the house I knew there wouldn't be much quiet, especially not today. Rebekah, my twin, had managed a 52 on her French test, meaning she'd have to ask Dad to sign it. It seemed ridiculous that seniors in high school were still required to get tests signed, but that's just the way things worked in our town. She was too honest to forge a signature like I always did, even when I offered to do it for her. No, she would show it to him, and who knows what would follow. With Dad we never really knew. Some days he got furious at the slightest mistake, others he was too drunk or hung over to care. Zach said he hadn't always been like that. Back before he lost his job, before Mom left, before Rebekah or I could even remember. Zach had been around five years old when Mom left. He had told us everything about her that he could remember, like the fact that she loved her Bible more than anything. She used to read to us every night, and it seemed to have been her very own baby naming book as well. Esther, Caleb, Zacharias, Rebekah, and me, Mary. I had spent many a night wondering why she had picked such an ordinary name for me. The others were not your typical Bible story names. No John, Luke, Matthew, Alice, or Joseph. But then there was me, just Mary.

Esther and Caleb had left home as soon as they graduated high school. We didn't know where they were, or how they were doing, but I hoped they had found better places to live than where I was still stuck. Zach had saved every penny he earned working all through high school to get into a community college nearby. He didn't live with us anymore, but he lived close enough that he came to see Rebekah and me every so often. He had just been in town for the weekend, staying with a friend. We had dinner together the night before he went back out to college. It was these visits that gave me just a little bit of hope. Just enough to get me through until the next time. As I approached the house, I heard no voices. I wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing, but I would soon find out one way or another. Perhaps Rebekah had already spilled the news and Dad was done, or perhaps he was passed out on the couch and she hadn't dared to wake him up yet. I opened the door slowly, hearing a small gasp as I did. Confused, I looked around the living room. First I saw Rebekah, crouched in one corner, looking up at me. Then, as I looked to the other side of the room, I saw Dad, a gun in his hand. "Don't make a sound," he said to me. I stood in the doorway for a second, stunned, then ran. I panicked. I ran away from the house until I was gasping for air and could run no farther. When I finally stopped to catch my breath, a thought popped into my head. 911. I had to call somebody. I fumbled to pull my cell phone out of my pocket, dialing the number. A woman's voice answered, "911, what's your emergency?" but by that time I began to panic again, my brain starting to process what I had seen. "My Dad. 11 Charter Road. Help my sister. Please." That was all I was able to get out in short breaths before hanging up and collapsing in the snow. That's when I heard the gunshot. He pulled the trigger, I thought. It's too late.

Slammings

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

 

I want to expand this further, but it's all I've got so far.

 

It was inspired today by the news that a girl in my own high school was
shot by her own father. I didn't know her personally, but the story
shook me, and I felt the need to write.

critiqued by eyes.open, Massachusetts
Feb 6, 2010

That's really, really, sad; it almost made me cry. But it was really well written too. Nice job.

 

I love the way you describe it as a normal day up until the very end. The only hint you give otherwise is at the very beginning where you say, "It happened in December." The way you don't give the information makes the ending that much more surprising, that much more tragic.

 

The one thing I would suggest changing is a small detail that doesn't really matter, but I think would help the flow of the story a little: the fact that the mother left. I would kind of expect, from the description you gave, that she would have cared a ton about her kids, and not just left them with someone like the dad, and if there had been a custody battle, she would have definitely gotten custody... It's not a big important detail, but it distracted me from the story a bit, while I was wondering it. I would suggest saying that she had died, but it's your story, so if you don't want to do that, it's fine.

 

As for expanding it, I'm not sure you need to. I kind of like the way it ends jarringly, making the reader think. I think you would maybe lose that if you made it longer. Maybe what you would add would be valuable enough to the story to make it worth it, I don't know, because I don't know what you were going to add, but I think it's fine the way it is.

 

Great job!

critiqued by etoile, Salt Lake City, UT
Feb 8, 2010

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

 

Thank you so much for the feedback! It really means a lot to me.

 

Looking back, I would take out the details about their mother, since it's not very important or relevant, really. When I first wrote it I was planning on making this a part of something longer, so originally it was going to tie in later. Now, though, I know what you mean that it doesn't make complete sense.

critiqued by eyes.open, Massachusetts
Feb 12, 2010

Wow! The ending caught me by surprise. (That's a good thing.) In the beginning your character's thoughts seemed so normal and commonplace. The surprise ending made me feel the panic of your main character. I also liked how you told the story from the perspective of Mary instead of Rebekah. My only suggestion would be to add more creative word choices. Great job!

critiqued by L. Edwards, Minnesota
Feb 9, 2010

You definitely have a powerful subject, but I think you could intensify the story more with more attention to individual sentences. You have pretty simple sentence structure and word choices; it would be interesting to try using a variation in tone between Mary's earlier description of her life and the moment when she sees her father with the gun.

 

The only other part of this that held me up was her taking pictures of the sunset. The way you have it now, she goes home and grabs her camera, and then goes home... again. It's not really clear where she goes after getting her camera, how long it took, anything about it. I think the gap is in these three sentences:

 

"I could still take a few good shots if I was quick. Not my best work, I thought, but it'll have to do. I put my camera back into the camera bag and over my shoulder."

 

You go straight from her speculation to after she is done.  It made the flow a bit confusing.

 

I'm sorry to have such a huge criticism of these minor issues; I just prefer criticism on my own work to praise.

critiqued by Georgicus, Santa Rosa, CA
Feb 12, 2010

Wow, I absolutely love this story. I think you did an amazing job. You lured me in and added the twist at the end... total shocker. It's sad to know that this is semi-true, though; really breaks your heart.

critiqued by j. gibbons, Oregon
Feb 12, 2010

Wow. That was great! I loved the end when you left the readers wanting more!  I want to know what happens to Rebekah, but that is good.  That is true writing!

 

My only advice is to write more!

critiqued by mnkyrose, Ohio
Feb 12, 2010

Though your writing style is polished, I did not like the cliched thoughts of
the main character. (Being introduced to photography at a young age is
cliche. Rushing off to take a photo is cliche. Listing off siblings and
describing each one is cliche.) I feel like the end scene is so intense
that it deserves a better introduction -- I recommend giving Mary a more
unique voice and carefree attitude, while maintaining the "normal day"
setting that makes the end so surprising.

critiqued by SheLikesToRead, California
Feb 12, 2010

What???  Those are not cliches. Especially not rushing off to take a picture. That's normal.

 

I really liked this, too.

critiqued by tragicxharmony
Feb 16, 2010

I don't really see the problem with a rare cliche. I use them sometimes, and they're only a problem when you use them over and over again. Good work on the story.

critiqued by Aaron Lawrence, St. Louis, MO
Feb 23, 2010

I agree that the bit with the camera is a little overdone. I think maybe it would be better if you implied that it was "your baby" by describing it, maybe with worn buttons or scratched viewfinder or something. Don't just say it outright, because your character isn't telling the story, she's living it.

 

The part about her mother leaving all of them seems fitting to me. Maybe not written perfectly, but it really adds to the feeling of a dysfunctional family before the part where the dad has the gun. I think you should just make it seem like a more desperate situation, maybe? Like the mom felt like she had to get out. Just an idea.

 

It was really touching to read and feel the emotions of the story, and then find out that it was based off a true event. I think this is really good and has the potential to be amazing!

critiqued by maja
Feb 16, 2010

Wow, was not expecting that ending.  Rather sudden.  I liked the shock effect; it made my stomach plunge. Two thumbs up!

critiqued by Aaron Lawrence, St. Louis, MO
Feb 23, 2010