The Bloody Hand Crept Forward

I’m sixteen. I’m starting off by saying this because I believe it is an important information for you to know before you read any further. I’m sixteen and I’m sitting in my room reading the first paragraph of Daphne Du Maurier’s Rebecca when I realized something; my attention span is trash.

Of course I’m also out of practice with reading, I just started it up again last December and given the fact that my school predicament has me working entirely on my laptop six hours a day, yes, you can say my attention span is trash.

I noticed when I’m reading, it helps if the author is screaming at me the whole time to pay attention. How does an author scream? Couldn’t tell ya. But! I’ve taken notes of a few words that grab my attention when I start drifting off.

HAND: the word hand is like a crisp snap in my ear. What is the hand holding? What is it concealing? Is it placed on something? What movements is it waving through the air? Who’s hand? What are they reaching for? You see? Curiosity spikes and I’m back on track.

BLOOD: duh. I mean, who/what is bleeding? What caused the bleeding? please let there be a dramatic fainting bit.

CAT: god i love cats. They can mean so many things, pet? Symbolism? Flashback? Matrix???

FELL/FALL/FALLEN: Who or what fell? What caused it? Is this a physical fall or symbolic? Is there death involved? What do the seasons have to do with this?? Fall, similar to blood is so dramatic and gets me excited to read more.

I’ll add more to this list when I come up with them!

Published by lornamusings

I write here when I delete all my social media and pretend I don’t exist. I’m a teenager who used to live on a beautiful farm by a creek tucked into the sweet aroma of Concord grapes. Now I live in a 15 story apartment complex above a dog park in Philadelphia.

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