What a powerful piece of writing. I found myself mesmerized, and curled inward, involuntarily feeling his pain. Wow! So many of us have been bullied at some time in our lives, maybe not physically, but abuse is abuse. The pain is still there to recall. And so is the awareness of the strength that is in us. Thank you for this.
Great use of this prompt.
I felt for him as the blows rained down – I especially liked the description about the real pain he was feeling, “The other pain, the one inside never left me.” I think this must speak volumes about the hurt that victims of bullies have to endure. The physical pain they can endure, but the other is more consuming.
And finally God seemed unconcerned.
Thanks, I really enjoyed this.
Great writing. Bullying in schools has been a major topic over here of late, sadly, so your words had a particularly poignant ring to them.
I’ve been following the local media coverage because here I am, about to have 4 children enter our education system and they are going to be “different” than there schoolmates. So I’m a bit worried, but I hope the kids are strong enough to come to us if they have any issues.
I have a hard time resisting telling you to quit everything you are doing right now, sequester yourself in a room with a computer and not come out until you have written a book. I know that reason and logic and, you know, bills are all against you doing that, but that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t have a hardcover bylined by Scribbla in my hands right now. It’s kind of tragic.
Hey! i am sorry I have not commented lately, I’ve been away from the computer! Let me tell you that this piece, is about why I got kicked out of high school. I hated bullies. I hated them so much, that I was fighting them at every turn. In a way, it sort of made me a bully. At least thats how I feel. There’s another purpose for this post. I say it alot but it cant be said enough. You, debrah, and stephanie, are the biggest inspirations in the smallest ways. You inspire me to write. Stephanie commands me to write. And debrah gives me reasons to write, by telling me where I need to improve. Keep writing, and know that you’ve made a friend for life ;).
Hi Jeremy – great to have you back. I think we all need to have a break from the intensity of the site every once in a while!
Although this piece is not autobiographical, I can still relate to it in some way that you describe. I was bullied. I bullied. I think most folks have been on one or both sides of this controversial fence.
Knowing that by writing I will have a friend for life, I have no choice but to keep writing. Your comments are always inspiring to me and I value them highly. Thanks for all of the effort you make to stop by and read and write on my blog.
Oh god, this is something I’ve thought about all my life, growing up with a name I hated. It’s SO not fair to the children of Mr. Woodcock or Pugh or Dick or Buttram or Grubb or Kuntz. F*ck family honor, think of your kids. And kids who grow up with those names and pass them along to their children are just as cruel.
You make a great point about the parents of the kids having had to endure the same treatment. I never thought about that! Thanks for your wonderful insight.
Wow. You’re able to pull out so many strong emotions in so few words. It’s also pretty awesome how you were able to tell the reader the protagonist’s surname without telling us what it actually is. Nice.
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What a powerful piece of writing. I found myself mesmerized, and curled inward, involuntarily feeling his pain. Wow! So many of us have been bullied at some time in our lives, maybe not physically, but abuse is abuse. The pain is still there to recall. And so is the awareness of the strength that is in us. Thank you for this.
This is so sad. The ending seems powerfully final.
“I curled into a ball. Resistance was pointless.”
You provided us with such insight about how he felt.
Your writing inspires me.
Great use of this prompt.
I felt for him as the blows rained down – I especially liked the description about the real pain he was feeling, “The other pain, the one inside never left me.” I think this must speak volumes about the hurt that victims of bullies have to endure. The physical pain they can endure, but the other is more consuming.
And finally God seemed unconcerned.
Thanks, I really enjoyed this.
Great writing. Bullying in schools has been a major topic over here of late, sadly, so your words had a particularly poignant ring to them.
I’ve been following the local media coverage because here I am, about to have 4 children enter our education system and they are going to be “different” than there schoolmates. So I’m a bit worried, but I hope the kids are strong enough to come to us if they have any issues.
I have a hard time resisting telling you to quit everything you are doing right now, sequester yourself in a room with a computer and not come out until you have written a book. I know that reason and logic and, you know, bills are all against you doing that, but that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t have a hardcover bylined by Scribbla in my hands right now. It’s kind of tragic.
Short but glaringly to the point. Very real and very emotional, well written.
Thank you for making time to read and comment on my blog. I’m really glad you could enjoy the piece.
Hey! i am sorry I have not commented lately, I’ve been away from the computer! Let me tell you that this piece, is about why I got kicked out of high school. I hated bullies. I hated them so much, that I was fighting them at every turn. In a way, it sort of made me a bully. At least thats how I feel. There’s another purpose for this post. I say it alot but it cant be said enough. You, debrah, and stephanie, are the biggest inspirations in the smallest ways. You inspire me to write. Stephanie commands me to write. And debrah gives me reasons to write, by telling me where I need to improve. Keep writing, and know that you’ve made a friend for life ;).
Hi Jeremy – great to have you back. I think we all need to have a break from the intensity of the site every once in a while!
Although this piece is not autobiographical, I can still relate to it in some way that you describe. I was bullied. I bullied. I think most folks have been on one or both sides of this controversial fence.
Knowing that by writing I will have a friend for life, I have no choice but to keep writing. Your comments are always inspiring to me and I value them highly. Thanks for all of the effort you make to stop by and read and write on my blog.
This one is going to stick with me for days. Darn you!
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That is high praise. Thank you. 😉
Who does care for the meek?
Wonderful write on an important moment.
Great question Carl. My answer – I don’t know.
Thanks for you input.
Oh god, this is something I’ve thought about all my life, growing up with a name I hated. It’s SO not fair to the children of Mr. Woodcock or Pugh or Dick or Buttram or Grubb or Kuntz. F*ck family honor, think of your kids. And kids who grow up with those names and pass them along to their children are just as cruel.
You make a great point about the parents of the kids having had to endure the same treatment. I never thought about that! Thanks for your wonderful insight.
Wow. You’re able to pull out so many strong emotions in so few words. It’s also pretty awesome how you were able to tell the reader the protagonist’s surname without telling us what it actually is. Nice.
Thanks for reading and commenting. Glad you liked the bit with the surname and that you got it. Thanks for the valueable feeback.