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Website post here (if you're interested in seeing the mark-ups): https://tmnstories.com/wim-r3-cpdraft/

For this CP round, I was super fortunate to be matched up with the talented Sara Bond and Dani Frank! Their stories may happen to be on the opposite ends of the emotional spectrum, but boy were they on the same tier of fantastic! I loved their writing styles and am so grateful for their valuable insights on HOME improvement Here are some of their suggestions that I've incorporated into this latest revision:

• Both loved the string metaphor at the beginning and end of the poem and thought it would make more impact if I could weave in more references throughout. You'll see in my revisions where I threaded a few in =)

• The tense shifts were jarring, so I changed the poem to past tense, with the exception of the last line. I kept that line in present tense to convey the image of the narrator being home, telling the tale of his journey

• Some words didn't translate well and could use better phrasing

Their in-line comments made perfect sense to me, and I managed to make the changes while keeping my syllable count the same at 61 in each stanza body, woohoo!

HOME

They took you from me that day.
You left me behind and said your goodbyes, but the tears in your eyes told me it was never your choice to leave. Your face pressed against the car window and your voice calling out my name seared into my brain like a map leaving a trail for me to follow.

I ran away that night.
When all was dark and quiet and no one suspected a thing, I left behind what was ours to bring you back again. But where would I start? Where would I go? All I had was that memory of you in my head leading me along like an unraveled string.

I took to the roads.
Miles and miles of shiny black asphalt teeming with cars going far too fast for this old boy - I must admit it frightened me plenty. But I didn't go back. I braved traffic and carried on, hugging the fragile yellow line that marked the shoulder to safety.

I saw the turn.
The knot formed deep in my gut roped me sideways, and I knew without a doubt that's where they'd taken you. The woods loomed dense with evil, but for you I'd go, so I veered from steady lights and marched into darkness, wondering if I'd make it out alive again.

They found me.
They hunted me down no matter how carefully I stepped, for hungry beasts under moonlight sense fear like prey. Though old and weary, I clung to your strength through our woven bond to survive their wicked teeth and their whetted claws. But they left me barely standing.

I crawled.
I crawled through the mud and the muck and the uprooted trees to the stream I heard bubbling nearby like salvation. I drank from its bank to relieve my parched throat, but there was no relief for the gash in my side gushing blood, hot as lava. Was this the end?

I saw light.
The light everyone talks about when the time comes after a long life well lived, do you know it? It came for me from behind the trees atop the knoll like a beacon of hope, but I fought it like mad for I wasn't yet ready. Not 'til I found you first.

I heard your voice.
It was your voice that came from that light, a lulling ebb and flow that sang to me like a lullaby I recognized from years ago. I followed your song to the top of that hill until my last thread of strength gave out, and I fell limp at your glowing door.

I heard you running.
It was really you behind the door, crying in disbelief, tears pouring down your face like a rushing waterfall. You wrapped your tiny arms around my filthy matted fur and whispered words of love, mending every wound on my tired broken body.

Then you tucked me in
Like the end of a string,
Making our reel whole again,
And with you, I'm finally home.

Hi everyone! Here's the link to my self-edited draft: https://tmnstories.com/wim-r3-sedraft/

LOL, this is now my flash fiction anthem for writer's block!  Fantastic job!

This was absolutely stunning, from beginning to end! I especially love that twisted dark line: "I don't have to paint myself, the blood does it for me, as I hold in my hands what I always wanted." I'm in love with your lyrical writing and can't even imagine how you would improve it. This first draft is just so gorgeous!

Gosh, I LOVE peeking at your revision process, SK. You are so methodical and detailed and the final product is just a satisfying joy to read. I'm so freakin excited about a Space Cows series! Matt me up, Scotty!

Beautiful!!! So many stunning lines in here that I love. One of my favorites: He loved truth when he saw it, even pinned like a dead butterfly to a card. And her retort: She loved integrity when she saw it, even trapped under filthy lies.

Also, I thoroughly enjoyed your informative process posts. Your distinction between CPs (kitchen cooks) and beta readers (taste testers) makes perfect sense!

Week in and week out I wondered how you could top yourself, yet you accomplished it without fail. I enjoyed this story immensely.

Fabierien, you make me cry with your kindness...thank you so much for reading!