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Twas The Night Before Christmas-Revisited
a story told as a poem, for me its hard, looking for more from you , read my stories too.
Raji Koshy
The Myth About Alone
This feels most powerful when it stays inside the child’s limited understanding: the cold cereal, mud pies, swamp bank, and the assumption that this small, unsupervised life is simply normal. The repeated return to “alone” creates a quiet, almost numb rhythm that fits the narrator’s innocence, though it also makes the early section feel deliberately lingering. The mention of cousins, farms, and holiday baking briefly widens the world, and the final move toward adolescence gives the chapter a welcome sense of change beginning. I was especially drawn to the contrast between the child’s contentment and what the adult narrator can now recognize in hindsight.
Adrian Chen