As far as technical ability goes, this is the best entry of the three. The quality of the writing is advanced and varied, at least in so far as grammar and sentence structure goes, so nitpicking those on a micro scale would be more of a personal preference thing at this level.
There are some very interesting and evocative turns of phrase mixed in here. Highlights include: 'the ancient, prickling certainty that something is watching with malign intent' and 'with a quiet snap and crack she is reduced to a small and ugly thing, feathers sticking out at ungainly angles from a mass of broken flesh and bone'. It is no surprise that my favourite lines of the piece came from the opening and ending β those were the strongest overall sections, where the central ideas were best displayed and the writing was tightest.
However, I have to say that there are times when the prose encroaches on purple territory to the point where it hampered my enjoyment of the story. In particular, this part from the second section tripped and tore away the whole curtain on the way down:
Yet something, an inexorable force at the back of her mind, kept calling her here. That great open space, the air on every side, whispered in her head with a temptation as irresistible as hunger itself.
This could have been written in a more straight-forward way, but if it
was simpler, it would not fit with the rest of the story β and that's what stood out. It did not have the effect of, 'Oh, this line is iffy on its own merits.' Instead, it rung some primal alarm bell in the back of my mind that said, 'Hey, wait a minute... Is
inexorable useful as a descriptor when exploring the mindset of a bird in flight, or is it more of an authorial indulgence?'
And then I realised that the whole piece was like this.
The First and the Last attempts to 'elevate' a mundane event (ie. a bird getting the chomp) and in doing so, it fails to justify its own existence. The twisting chronological jumps make this a difficult piece to parse,
just for the sake of it. The florid prose, even the parts I appreciated for its wordplay, is not in service to the protagonist's journey but to the literariness of the piece. There are clear themes and motifs β nature
is metal, the circle of life, laws of physics β but these are told directly to us by the text as if in the fear that they would go unnoticed in a sea of verbosity.
Most importantly, the 3rd person limited POV would place us perfectly to explore what it is to be the bird in her last moments through 'her tiny brain', but the author has too many linguistic flourishes for those moments to read as convincingly
hers.
I am perhaps being more harsh on this piece
because it is more advanced from a technical perspective. It is a good entry β in many if not most ways, probably the best of the three. You should be definitely proud of this one. However, the juxtaposition between style and content makes it a frustrating read for me, like it's less of a cohesive
story and more of a creative writing exercise for a workshop.