I'll watch this. I'm quite good at writing(That's what my teacher told me, and I won 2 regional awards) but I'm having trouble with the fact that English isn't my first language, so my sentences end up way to long or complicated.If you could help mentor that would be much appreciated.
So write random things?Not exactly, you can if you want and submit it, but for those who have trouble coming up with ideas, writing prompts will be created. First one in a little bit.
The quest to find ORB OF ZOT!!Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Please, use paragraphs.
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It's alright if the paragraphs look short when you're switching between speakers. It's to make it easier for the reader to know whose speaking at all times.
Just don't over do it. Otherwise you put out choppy sentences and that's almost as bad.
Often, that's more indicative of the writer lacking flow and coherence than improper use of paragraph breaks.
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For now I would say that you have the opposite problem, too many paragraphs, there are at least three places where you could have just continued on that line instead of hitting the enter button.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
I actually have to go sort some stuff out right now, so I'll try to get around to finishing this later.
Trying cause Im bored.
I was the first to enter the dungeon.
My "master", a human priest who serves some weak god of knowledge, insisted I enter first.
The bastard wasn't two steps in this cursed place and he was already using me as a meat shield.
The dungeon smelled of blood, feces, and misery. My master urged me forward through a dark corridor that led into a rather large room. In the rooms, center rested a bright pink potion labeled: FRAGIO. I tried to pick it up, but my master promptly caned me away from the "treasure". After a few moments, my master shoved the potion into my hands and ordered me to drink. I knew the dangers of drinking unknown substances. There was no discussion. I quaffed the potion down. The cocktail itself was sweet tasting, too sweet. My stomach began to churn as I began to howl out in agony. I inadvertently dug my claws into my own stomach as I collapsed onto the ground. I howled out again in pain. My master looked on with cold piercing eyes. I vomited onto the floor, as I prepared to see my ancestors in the Great Beyond.
My master shushed me.
"Be quite you..."
Both of us could here laughter, sinister cruel laughing. Several humanoid creatures with bloody flesh red skin and the faces of dogs poured into the room. Each one held several sinister looking weapons in their hands, and a stupid look on their faces. My master began praying wildly, as the creatures surrounded us. I stared bleakly at the floor; the pain subsided, but I thought I could play dead.
Death. What a fool I was to think Death was the release I would receive. No. Earn.
Be it magic or divine intervention, every single dog faced creature dropped dead in pain. My master quickly produced some food and began to feast. After his meal, he beat my prone body about the head with a cane.
"You will die when I say die, Troll", He said. "Your little stunt just cost you meal time, now come."
I rose from the ground a shambled into the next corridor.
Okay how bad is it?
It took a little while to write, but I like how it turned out. I might just turn this into a series of short stories, and write one for each prompt.Spoiler: The Demon in the Dark (click to show/hide)
How was that?
there are two stories on which i have worked for a long time. i want for someone to check them and criticise.
The Diary (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Z5TnSlQhVXOwFak616rhNFINgwvOEo0McWPt3ErcsWQ/edit?hl=sl)
The Librarian (https://docs.google.com/document/d/135hU0Z2P3w2iErx8w0DRPQz39Bc3aCHSAGcHkaiJ5pY/edit?hl=sl)
thank you.
this, though Phantom hasn't said anything if I can critique or not.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
I'll take a stab at the "Quest for the Orb of Zot."Spoiler (click to show/hide)
the ending eluded me. Then the analogy sunk in :D
If this works like any of the other Guild threads I'd say that you can feel free to critique the writing.
While I did like the idea of the story, you didn't develop your characters until near the very end. You didn't explain how they knew what they knew, or why they were there. I spent half the writing trying to figure out what race they were since they knew about both elven and dwarven craftsmanship without explanation. While my own writing could use more, you need to describe your characters appearance to give a better mental image of the two.
The same goes for your dungeon. It's called a catacomb, and it's dark, but what do they see? You need to describe the room in general, and not just the important things they're running up to.
Another thing is that while your paragraphs work, they don't show emphasis. Several of the paragraphs where people aren't talking can be combined with either the paragraph above or below, because sometimes it's better to reserve single line paragraphs for something with an impact.
I hope I wasn't too harsh, because I actually did enjoy the story.
It's an invisible word in writing, everything else just sticks out and if there are only such words, the whole text looks stupid.
Edit: Here it is:Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Hello, I have a question about character creation: How specific should I be, I want to write a scene where the character gets defined but how specifc should I be? should I give his basic traits now and slowly reveal more about his character as the story goes on? or should I give it all all away now?I wanted to write a long profound post here, but... As with pretty much everything in creative writing, you can only determine the amount of characterization that is right for you by trial and error. The only thing is certain that you don't want too much or too little.
Also, "he" clenched his fist so hard they went white? Singular-Plural?
To receive critique and be treated seriously, you must:
1. create a blog in which you must
2. write daily about what you've read
3. and what (or how much) you wrote (besides the blog)
4. provide a link to the blog to me / the thread (if you're not shy or whatever)
So, I've been itching to write here again, and it may turn out woeful. I apologize strongly in advance because what I'm about to write (or the very fact of my writing it) may be unpleasant to people.
[REDACTED. REASON: DANGEROUS COMMUNIST PROPAGANDA]
But, in case I or anyone else takes this seriously, I'd like to remind myself/them that this is probably a bad idea based on the fact that I am the creator of the "Writers Guild" thread and it wasn't exactly thriving, as opposed to this one, which seems alive and kicking so far. Also, I'm sort of crazy (as in, about to be put into a mental hospital for therapy), so you're probably legally forbidden to take me seriously, unless you're a qualified medical person.
It was a great story except for one thing. I think you used bit to many adjectives and likenesses (Is that even a word?). Don't get me wrong, a lot of the likenesses (Goddamnit that feels strange to write) were brilliant. It's only that it made the text a bit hard to read.I need more criticism. ;D
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So...I'll post critique on the stories above, if anyone is willing for it.
Also, double posting (maybe) for a story later on.
(How do you all do such short stories with great flavor guys?! Warning before I post mine, it is longwinded...)
Thirded? EDIT: we should hold a seminar on world creation.
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I am my own worst enemy
Sabotaging all I see
Whisper all that I can be
and watch me shake my head
I am my own worst enemy
My apathy is killing me
Dear god won't you set me free
Please god rescue me
Someone set me free
I know someday I'll make it, someday I'll go far
Someday I'll take my place among the big bright shining stars
I'll find all the secrets, of wealth and of success
I'll create something wonderful, and dad, he'll be so impressed
You'll all be so impressed
But...
Well...
I won't hold my breath
Because
I am my own worst enemy
Sabotaging all I see
Whisper all that I can be
and watch me shake my head
I am my own worst enemy
My apathy is killing me
Dear god won't you set me free
Please god rescue me
Someone set me free
I used to dream the biggest dreams, I dreamt my way through life
But now I've been too long awake and nothings turned out right
And everything is difficult, and I can't comprehend
How I quite got to this place or where my road will end
Where will my road end?
And I'm...
Not sure...
Am I even on the road? Or have I gone and lost the path again?
Because
I am my own worst enemy
Sabotaging all I see
Whisper all that I can be
and watch me shake my head
I am my own worst enemy
My apathy is killing me
Dear god won't you set me free
Please god rescue me
Someone set me free
I am my own worst enemy
Nothing ventured, just leave me be
For now I think I'll stay at home
'cause I just want to sit here
all alone
I think today I'll sit here all alone
Yeah, I've still got a lot of nothing left to do.
Random suicide story
Random suicide story
Alright. You wanted criticism, you got it.
First: If you're going to stick with third person, don't mention a character's name constantly. Use pronouns - he, she, it, etc. Reading Aaron did this, Aaron did that; is quite boring.
Second: I cannot stress this one enough. Show. Not tell. It's well written, technically, but Aaron has all the personality of a piece of cardboard reading this. Hint at what he's thinking about a bit more often (and more subtly!) instead of just saying "Aaron's mind was elsewhere." The entire story reads like a well-written and descriptive list - but it's a list.
Third: I get that this is playing off his depression - sudden improvement typically leads up to this, of course. The thing is, there's no way to know this. I just understood it because I know about depression.
Fourth: The ending was kinda horrible. There was no need to add that last little tidbit in - it just detracts from the story overall IMO and places an unnecessarily cruel bent to the story. It should've just ended with the newspaper reading his obituary or maybe his autopsy.
Beginning of the first chapter of a story I'm writing (Same as before), I cut off towards the end to get critique, and advice before continuing on.Spoiler: Story, Chapter 1 (Partial) (click to show/hide)
I struggled to keep my attention on it after a while - in essence, was the idea "Humans attempt to understand mortal life but are fettered by their beliefs, but even so they are much more comprehensive than the other animals of Earth"?
Same here. I was described by a very drunk friend as "An old man in a young man's body... A victorian gentleman... and that's a compliment..."
Same here. I was described by a very drunk friend as "An old man in a young man's body... A victorian gentleman... and that's a compliment..."
The writing industry itself is pretty nasty though. With your writing style unfortunately I feel that unless you could write a piece that captures the publisher's imagination, you would be doomed to write speeches and formal writing.
Because unfortunately, for all publishers can bring a story to life, they will rip the unholy life out of your book and dumb it down if you are approached by the wrong publisher.
That being said, it's good to start small and work your way up; what i've seen is that changing your style gradually often surprises critics.
<--- Did a two year writing course, has multiple contacts in the Australian publishing industry, no responses from publishers as yet though. :P
Same here. I was described by a very drunk friend as "An old man in a young man's body... A victorian gentleman... and that's a compliment..."
Jesus... are you guys... me?
Apparently this forum attracts a lot of the same types.
I liked it a lot, even though I have next to no background in LCS. It was witty, in a very cynical way, as I suppose all characters in LCS are - and at times strongly parodical, which of course LCS is.
With the exception of a few spelling errors, I found it a great read, and i was chuckling under my breath as I read it.
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Despite the woman's obvious weariness around her eyes she doesn't show any tiredness in her movements; instead she's quite alert and the jingling of her chain beneath the cloak is audible in the windswept valley.
She knew that the three-eyed arctic capybara clans lurked on this road, and if any spotted her they'd likely see her as easy prey. But that was the trap - she made no effort to disguise her presence as she walked, the jingling of her chain disturbing the skittish winged ultralisks from their roostings as she passed.
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Would like some advice as to ending or continuing
Please critique and enjoy:Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Ohh, totally forgot about this thread. :)Go ahead!
I feel like purposely posting an old, HORRIBLY-written story just to watch everyone freak over the ambiguous language and grammar mistakes.
Hmm...
Here's a better example of my early writing. This is my FIRST Scifi idea I ever came up with. I was around 13 when I started this, and I fleshed it out when I was 15ish, and really started writing feasible, non-crappy scifi when I hit about 17.
Project E.V.E.
Here's a better example of my early writing. This is my FIRST Scifi idea I ever came up with. I was around 13 when I started this, and I fleshed it out when I was 15ish, and really started writing feasible, non-crappy scifi when I hit about 17.
Project E.V.E.
Personally, I'd do away with lines like "But oh, they had no idea just how much things were about to change." and "A dark storm was approaching the metropolis of man, just beyond our sight." Seems overly melodramatic to me.
Other than that, it sounds like an interesting premise for a story; I especially like the entire 'cannibalistic mutants roaming through the ashes of civilization, hunting for their next meal' thing.
Why do my stories never get critiqued anymore? :(Just keep critiquing others, maybe they'll look at yours. Works eventually!
Why do my stories never get critiqued anymore? :(
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Write a short story of two adventurers questing into a dungeon to find the fabled Orb of Zot.
PR85 I will critique your other story when I have the time.
Also:Thanks for the offer Orangebottle!
I realise this is kinda late, but I did it anyway :< plz feedback and don't ask what I was smoking.
The torso of a woman, bare flesh, navel and sculpted breasts. The hair flew freely, golden, amidst two black antennae that waved in the air, as if tasting it. The limbs were insectoid, a thick carapace that ended in formidable thorns. The thorax was striped a gaudy yellow and black, and a stinger dripped with milky poison.
The cavern shook softly. The leather-wings nested in the caves, feasting on fruits of the cave-peach tree. Teeth that could shred a man right down to the bone, but nothing to a slime.
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I know it's intentional, but the mother's monologue is way too compressed for me. How else could I put it... how about: the entire paragraph is in some weird midpoint between being very specific and very nonspecific and it just doesn't flow well as a result. Either it needs to be more spaced and slower, or less detailed and faster. I suppose it's really a matter of how much of the "real world" you want to interpose between the "dream" segments: Do you want to make the contrasts of the situations subtle now and obvious later, or obvious now and (presumably) hurry along to more complex interaction between the two? Right now I can't help thinking it's neither here nor there.
The rest of it I like.
An idea for a possible SCP popped into my head and this seems like a decent place to put the idea out and see if anyone thinks it has enough potential to put more detailed work into.I don't really know much about the SCP thing, but I really like that idea. It's funny but similar enough to real world phenomena to be disturbing. And I dunno, but there's this whole feel of cosmic irony to it, as if there weren't more efficient ways for these aliens to send their signals.
A story idea has been knocking around in my head for a while, I think it's time to let it free. It's hot off the presses, enjoy.
I realise this is kinda late, but I did it anyway :< plz feedback and don't ask what I was smoking.
I like how you worked on getting a non-human (or even humanoid!) view, and I think, for the most part, you managed admirably.
My only issue really was with this bit of description:QuoteThe torso of a woman, bare flesh, navel and sculpted breasts. The hair flew freely, golden, amidst two black antennae that waved in the air, as if tasting it. The limbs were insectoid, a thick carapace that ended in formidable thorns. The thorax was striped a gaudy yellow and black, and a stinger dripped with milky poison.
It just doesn't gibe with how you had the slimes describe things before, like you did with the bats:QuoteThe cavern shook softly. The leather-wings nested in the caves, feasting on fruits of the cave-peach tree. Teeth that could shred a man right down to the bone, but nothing to a slime.
I think that the bit that really breaks the immersion for me is the "sculpted breasts". These are slimes which, as far as I can tell, are nothing more then amorphous blobs of protoplasm encased in a thicker membrane. How would something like that know what "sculpted breasts" (or, for that matter, "woman") would look like?
The ending also bothered me - you've squished two different ends together that shouldn't be able to coexist:
1) Our hero slime flees from the Beegirl, then hides in a crevice for a goodly time before coming out, small and weak from hunger.
and
2) Our hero slime runs into the Beegirl again, but the two other slimes, mortally wounded, appear and save our hero.
If other slimes are so badly wounded, they should've died off a long time before the hero stopped hiding.
Alternatively, I'm misreading, and the "A crash and blinding light" is a hallucination brought on by the Beegirl killing the hero, and the hero grabbing the Orb is all just in the hero's head(-like protuberance) as its membrane dissolves.
Alternatively, I'm really off, and your use of (shim/zhe/zer) has completely befuddled me.
A story idea has been knocking around in my head for a while, I think it's time to let it free. It's hot off the presses, enjoy.Spoiler: The gap that's missing (click to show/hide)
I've got a piece here. It's 1540 words long, so it's a little lengthier than what one usually seems to find here, but it's not a tome.
I considered posting it in the Writer's Guild thread, where I've had workable feedback given to me before, but decided to place it in the more active thread instead. Namely, this one.
I'll share my thoughts and further details on it (and the opinions of one or two others I've given this piece, should you wish) after I've heard a few opinions; I hope you don't mind.
“Clinic.”
I rewrote a rather famous story. Please rate it.
"No John"
It's based off of a horribly written fan-fic. I decided to rewrite it, but keep the dialogue the same along with a few word spellings, for example plasmaed and rocket-missles. The first three are all my mistakes, the later ones are elements I carried over from the original. If you'd like me to post a text form of the original I can.I rewrote a rather famous story. Please rate it.
"No John"
Some issues that I came across as I read:
While very descriptive, I'm having a really hard time figuring out exactly what's going on with the lights. They're letting out a final spark... but then "bursting into the air like fireworks into the night sky" - it just doesn't seem to make sense, unless John is tripping his balls off.
I'd probably mention that his name tag has him as John Stalvern, but that his medals, or something else, shows him as a fourteen-year veteran. It'd be an odd nametag that reads "Joe Smith, 20 year veteran"
Cernel = Colonel, I assume? Rank, not a name?
"the spacecrafts" should probably just be "spacecraft".
"earth, and soar" should probably be "Earth to soar"
"I want to be on the ships daddy.", should probably be "I want to be on that ship, daddy."
"you will be kill by" -> "you will be killED by"
Why does he target, of all things, the WALL? Is it a demonic wall? You're going to have to give some kind of reasoning behind him wanting the wall dead, otherwise it just looks odd.
"He going to kill us!" -> "He'S going to kill us!"
"I will shoot at him!" I'd nuke this piece of dialog, personally. Alternatively, if it must be spoken, have the Cyberdaemon shout (not declare) "I'll shoot him!"
but too late, when he fired the rocket-missiles, the marine plasmaed at him, trying to blew him up.
Did you stop trying? Admit it, you totally stopped trying here. I'd say "but too late, before he was able to fire off his rockets, the marine's plasma rifle fired with deadly intent."
I'll leave the rest alone, but I'll note that it's generally hard to look down at yourself when you've been crushed by metric tons of concrete and steel.
Note: I can't get to the youtube link, so if the story is supposed to be a little campy and confusing (KILL ALL THE WALLS!), then my bad.
making sure that everything fits togetherwhen there's no reason to think that it does. And all "evidence" points to there not being a connection. Like the fact that story ideas are independent products of imagination, and their cause-effect relationship doesn't extend further than the mental context in which they were conceived.
Re: Ehndras
Rright... this way: http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=99160.msg3301114#msg3301114 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=99160.msg3301114#msg3301114)
I mean, I'm sure he can do it himself, but I'm just curious what you intend to do about it, and what it's gonna change.
pretty spectacular, if somewhat confusing.This tends to describe far more of my writing that I would care to admit.
I believe it was some flaming ninjas amidst a bear huntThat's ... pretty damn close to what it was too. And I'm even using the same main character as that one featured in this book!
I started WAY too deep into the actual storyOkay, stop that. Last time you added 10,000 years of exposition to your story, it was unbearable. And I think I told you that then, and still you keep doing that... Are you a George Martin fan? Did you actually mean 180,000 words instead of 90,000?
Okay, I've got a couple of questions.
Is your intended audience Bay12ers or someone like them?
What is your ideal critique situation? A single dedicated person, a fair sample of the population, the majority, the top critics?
My basic situation:Whoah! Now, name me a single work of fiction that started with social commentary instead of an inciting event. That's right - the Tale of Two Cities... Er.
I have a story that has an inciting event. This inciting event ties the entire story together. The event sparks a social change within a society that prompts a conflict between several factions. The story that the novel follows primarily involves characters caught up in that conflict, and how they react when the world changes around them. There is a definite overarching plot of how these characters not only react to, but ultimately steer the conflict that the inciting event sparked.
The inciting event happens directly in chapter 1 with very little explanation of the context of this event. My current feeling is that without just a little more context, people are going to be jolted with the fact that the thing that literally makes my entire novel work happens about 1000 words into it.
Maybe I'm just paranoid though! But that would be my reasoning behind adding a somewhat larger word count to the beginning.
Okay, I've got a couple of questions.
Is your intended audience Bay12ers or someone like them?
What is your ideal critique situation? A single dedicated person, a fair sample of the population, the majority, the top critics?
Ideal? Well, no one has ever offered critique on my damn philosophical observations and rantings, I just get mountains of praise; which honestly pisses me off. Sure, tell me you love it, but explain why. The vocabulary? The rhythm? The flow of words? The emotions painted? The message? Make's me rage.
Its like handing in a painstakingly-crafted multi-page report to your college professor, they hand it back to you saying "Acceptable" and give you no information on what grade you have, how 'acceptable' it is, what you might have f*cked up, etc.
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Hmm, not sure if I understood your comment correctly regarding the girl. The girl from the first paragraph is the same girl that gets shot, hence the repeating mention of her yellow dress.What I meant was that because of overall style it was hard for me to care for the story, but the vulnerability of the girl made it a little easier.
http://maximilian-aurea.deviantart.com/art/Datastream-303258045
First I would like to say that it was amazing,and if this isn't the only thing like this you've done, why haven't you tried to get it published!?
The rhythm and flow is superb, two or three sentences a paragraph with similar patterns throughout makes it more like listening to music than reading.
The ideals of imperfection, yet accepting that, resonate with me slightly in that I am accepting of past mistakes, but I differ in that I berate myself for not attempting to improve in this current state. Overall though, the message is simple and sublime.
Vocabulary and rhythm are pretty much the same to me as far as their usage goes, so for vocabulary the only comment I have is that a better word than analysis could have been used on the second-to-last paragraph, it interrupts the flow slightly. That may be just me though.
I was going to say something about the fact that I can't accept my work as "good enough" yet, even though people looking at my serious projects have told me that I'm at a professional level, but I had the post ready in the morning and forgot to send it, thusly it ended up irrelevant :P
If anyone else has anything that hasn't been criticized at all, tell me and I will do so.
Okay, here's how I sent off my story for the writing sample, but I don't think I should leave it like this. Too cliffhanger-yOkay, I thought I'd come back as a guy who is easily bored.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Would like some advice as to ending or continuing
Okay, here's how I sent off my story for the writing sample, but I don't think I should leave it like this. Too cliffhanger-y
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story
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Would like some advice as to ending or continuing
To Wish Upon a Fallen Star‘
Several Molotov cocktails can be seen jutting out from overcoats and jacket pockets, while others grasp makeshift clubs made of varying lengths of pipe; the protesters’ grips tightening at the approach of armored troops, assault weapons in hand.'the protesters' grips. . .' is imperfective and occurring simultaneously along with the preceding clause, which generally renders it dependent. Actually you run into this error a lot, which I would guess means you weren't particularly comfortable in the simple present. But really, it works the same way as the imperfective does in the past. 'He opened the door, wondering where he had been all night.' In these sentences you can substitute in a while (although in a the present tense you'd have to make the verb perfective: 'while the protesters' grips tightened. . .'), which further proves the clause is subordinate.
Zooming in on the blockaded intersection, the camera focuses on a lone GDF officer; the customary black uniform marked by a gray armband containing a single black star.The second clause is actually non-finite. To finitize it you'd have to add a was before the verb. The same is true of the next sentence, which also has a non-finite dependent clause.
While the deafening onslaught of military-grade heavy weaponry clears a bloody path through the chaotic mass, the wall of armored steel marches further across a sea of red and black; weathered asphalt below their feet, littered with spent shells.the second clause ('the wall of armored steel. . .') is actually independent and needs to be set off with a semicolon. However, the part following the semicolon is actually just a long noun phrase.
“Control lies within the absolution of innocence; bend a man to your will, break their mind, and enchain them within their own system, and they shall be yours to dominate.I would actually use a colon for this sentence, because the second part logically follows from the first and is a clarification thereof. But that's more personal taste than anything.
A moment later, a single bullet pierces her skull; her body seems to fall endlessly, gliding downwards in slow-motion like the last leaf of Fall from a great oak tree.
There lies her shattered innocence; all that remains is the glow of her curious eyes, reflected in a great sea of crimson.Afterwards there's a much better ratio, which seems to suggest you'd gotten a better handle on it, although I'd still say about half of them in the second section are unnecessary.
http://theoatmeal.com/comics/semicolon
Well, first sentence and I'm bored - case proven. ::)Sorta like that.
Anyway, it doesn't really help; I still don't know what I should have used in that sentence, apparently not a dash--a semi-colon then?Personally, I only use semicolons in lit, essays, or professional writing. Otherwise I just use a comma, because no one really cares.
I don't understand why you're calling it an m-dash rather than a dash. M meaning...?Because an em is some obscure typographical unit of measurement and an en is half that. I think they used to be related to the width of the letters M and N, but I'm pretty sure that's no longer true in the case of the former, and absolutely sure it isn't in the case of the latter.
And this period of time, that to a mathematician was a constant; five minutes, thirty-two seconds; was melded and stretched until it grew into an era.This sentence in particular was confusing, which I assume is why you used the semicolons, although they didn't really make it much easier to parse. You could combine the second and third clauses into 'that to a mathematician was a constant five minutes, thirty-two seconds. . .' It's not pretty, but at least it's clear.
And this may seem a stupid question, but did you write that poem? It is excellent. At least in my opinion. I'm sure a story could be written from it.
You had a fiance when you were in high school...isn't that a little soon...? High school is american for secondary school right? e.g maximum age of 18? (sorry, GB over here)
And thank you for the feedback. I actually wasn't trying to be deliberately obscure :/ I guess I should make some things a little less confusing. I think I just wanted to make my writing a bit more interesting and varied, but if it's frustrating then that is a bad thing.
Thank you :)
Just a little something I wrote when bored in Spanish class my freshman year of high school. I'm now a sophmore, and still working on this story. Constructively critic me!
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Just a little something I wrote when bored in Spanish class my freshman year of high school. I'm now a sophmore, and still working on this story. Constructively critic me!
words
Well, I guess I'll give it a stab.
The more I read it, the more irritated I became (granted, I only went as far as the first stars; I've glanced forward, and I don't really feel mollified). You had better add a fatal flaw to your protagonist if you choose to start in such a happy situation.
I can't say it enough: engage, engage, engage, engage your motherfucking readers. A fantasy setting alone doesn't cut it. I don't know why I should care for it, unless my girlfriend was molested in a bar or I'm a blacksmith. In the end you could give it an alluring title, like "Beware! Here be dragons! And half-naked princesses! And lots of cruel murder!" Or you could start with a sneak-peak, like "Little did he know that today his village would be wiped off the face of the Earth, the Moon would turn pink, and sheep would start talking," or an enticing summary.
In a sense the clinch came from the phrase "It's a mere nothing." It's obvious you're trying to make it sound fantasy-like, which obviously translates into "Let's make them talk like they wrote in the middle-ages", or like Tolkien tried not to sound, because Tolkien was obviously involved in a big elf cover-up. Sorry, it's the era of realism, and I happen to enjoy it very much, among many people. So, if you could wipe off some butter, I'd appreciate it. And, of course, reading aloud is always helpful.
So would you suggest a prologue maybe?Noooo, prologues are the anti-hook. Save the prologues for dense novels.
So would you suggest a prologue maybe?
It isn't about the death. It's strange you'd mention it actually, because I consider the death to be the most minor part of the story. How much did you actually read? because, and I'm sorry to sound like a jerk and say this, it seems like you kinda just dismissed it out of hand. If you want me to supply you with the hook, the story is about desire and esoteric knowledge. And I certainly hope I've offered something to the reader, particularly, some laconic yet substantial dialogue, a glimpse into a constructed world, and a reflection on the pursuit of information and information itself.
e: I certainly wasn't catering to anybody! His death is a result of his single-minded pursuit, his pride and his egotism. It was the logical consequence of his actions. I felt like it was the natural ending to the story.
Just a little something I wrote when bored in Spanish class my freshman year of high school. I'm now a sophmore, and still working on this story. Constructively critic me!
"Good," said his master, the town blacksmith, Erolon,I'd put that as "Good," said Erolon, the town blacksmith and Connor's master;
Connor was the smith's apprentice. And, he had always wanted to be. When he was young his mother would often find him in Erolon's forge, listing to the smith's stories, gazing at Erolon like a father. Connor didn't know his father. He liked to think his dad was a great hero, off ridding the land of evil. Or a wizard, battling demons trying to break into this plane.Choppy. Connor was an apprentice smith and had always wanted to be. When he was young, his mother would often find him in the forge, listening to the smith's stories, gazing at him like the father Connor had never had.
He struck again, shaping the metal into a U-shape.Don't repeat words in close succession if you can help it. Just say that He struck the metal again, bending it into a U-shape.
He was making a horseshoeI don't think most of this is really needed, you can skip right to the end.,for one of the farmers.He struck, and struck, plunging it into cold water to cool when the need was there.Working quickly, he soon finished.
Erolon held it up toInspect, more likely.investigate.
When he did Connor noticed a scar on his forearm. Conner had never seen it before, because Erolon wore leather on his arms, to prevent getting burnt.
ErolonNeedless detail.looked at where Conner was pointing and,eyes dark, covered it quickly.
This is a fine horseshoe. As a reward, the rest of the day is yours to do what you willMinor suggestions for flow.,... But not in here;. Now, out you goout with you."
"No, no buts. Get on now. I hear Kimil was asking about you."No corrections, but why is Conor the only one in this village with a normal name?
"She's in town?"Unneeded.Connor asked.
Connor dashed out the reed door, andWould a smithy have a reed door? Most are open to the air, to vent fumes and keep the temperature down. I'm honestly not sure, (not a historian) but it rings false to me. I don't think that you need the fact that he goes right, unless you think we'll need a map in our head of how this village is mapped out. I'd say he just ran to the tavern.turning right,ran down to the tavern. The Bloated Traveleriswas a moderately well kept inn. And,the hub of all activity in the town of Capem. If Kimil was in town; he would find her there.
As he approached the door, he heard a drunk yelling,I, personally, don't like the "write out how people sound," school of writing, but that's a personal choice.
"Hey, preddy liddle girl, come here and sit on my lap." These words came along with a chorus of laughter. "It'swasprobably Bumis, he's always starting trouble." Connor thought. Only this timeitwas different.; This time itAnd, unknowing to Connor,was going to change the whole village.
"Get your filthy hand off me,"Dude should know what Kimil sounds like, or, if he's in the tavern (it's a bit unclear), he should certainly know that she's not just 'some girl'.A girlConnor heard Kimil scream "you're a. . . pig!"
I'll stop there for now. If you (or others) are finding this at all useful, I can keep going, but it takes enough effort that I don't want to go through this if it's not being appreciated.
I'd rather you sounded like a jerk, actually. Yeah, I dismissed it out of hand, pretty much. I don't care for prose which I have to read selectively. There was a discussion about this kind of prose, maybe here, maybe in B12 writers guild, and maybe I didn't get your intentions, but I started drifting away and wondering what it was all about in the middle of the first paragraph, so I went ahead and skimmed the whole story, and the only thing that caught my eye was the final death scene, so I assumed that's what the story was about. And I have to ask you how long you worked on this story, cause everyone can come up with a glimpse into a constructed world, and a reflection on the pursuit of information and information itself, of this length. In an evening. I hope it's not about school essays here these days.How do you mean selectively? Do you mean prose where most of the sentences are immaterial to the story? I understand the first paragraph is kind of dense, that is a problem of mine, but the hook is actually its last sentence. I could probably trim a bit from it. Anyway, pretty much everything after the first paragraph is as tightly written as you'd expect an 800 word story to be. I suppose I couldn't resist indulging myself a bit even in such a brief format.
How do you mean selectively?I mean choosing the order of reading through a story. For example, a first paragraph doesn't make sense, so you go to the second one, read some and then go back to the first paragraph.
Haha! It's no school work. I probably spent about an hour writing it and at least another two hours editing it before it reached this draft, and since then I've probably read it through four of five more times, some of which were aloud. Of course, that was back in December, so it could have been longer. It definitely wasn't any less than that though. I take writing very seriously. The only reason I can post this in its entirety is because I don't care about retaining the rights to flash fiction. :)Now, I don't understand it. Or maybe pretend that I don't because I'm not writing anything right now and can't compare to my own quality. In any case, even disregarding the fact that the intro doesn't whet my appetite, it's hard for me to get past the fancy words. You're sort of in a league with the user schrocko88, it seems, and I can't understand how you can get your writing past reading aloud. But I've got a hypothesis to explain it.
The prison was small and dimly lit. The bars on the four cells were slightly rusted, but still sturdy. A simple wooden chair with three well-worn cushions was currently occupied by Antaeus, the prison guard. Although you cannot tell while he is residing there, the indent in the bottom pillow taken up by Antaeus’ sizeable behind maintains in this position even while he has departed, due to the extended periods of time he spends there.Fuck off! I almost choked on my drink (of tea, of course) when I read that. I don't make a good teacher, but children in a good teacher's class don't come in mid-term without bothering even to look at the textbooks. Or in this situation the students are supposed to tutor each other and the teacher comes by to check on the discipline at the end of the week. I wouldn't be so bothered if it were a separate thread that -- in case it's especially annoying -- would fall into oblivion soon. Well, let's just sit and wait for Willfor or another guy with similarly large red bags of helpful links. Cause I ain't touching this stinky!
I mean choosing the order of reading through a story. For example, a first paragraph doesn't make sense, so you go to the second one, read some and then go back to the first paragraph.Oh no, if you have to read it like that there's something very wrong. What exactly doesn't make sense about it?
Now, I don't understand it. Or maybe pretend that I don't because I'm not writing anything right now and can't compare to my own quality. In any case, even disregarding the fact that the intro doesn't whet my appetite, it's hard for me to get past the fancy words. You're sort of in a league with the user schrocko88, it seems, and I can't understand how you can get your writing past reading aloud. But I've got a hypothesis to explain it.Nah, actually I was raised atheist. But if you're thinking the Bible, McCarthy (particularly Blood Meridian) is one of my three biggest stylistic influences so maybe I'm getting biblical style second hand. Honestly though, this is much more plainspoken than I usually write, simply because the limited space doesn't allow for waffling.
Did you go to Sunday school? I've got a strong suspicion that this style is inspired by a certain book. Especially the dialogue.
Or maybe you remind me of my own writing, and I can't bear it. And maybe I hate my own writing, that's why I don't like yours. That's another hypothesis.
Tell you what, could you cut out all the "mere"s, "in truth"s, "proud" displays... Uh. What's the purpose of this paragraph?! Whose point of view does it present?!
Or in this situation the students are supposed to tutor each other and the teacher comes by to check on the discipline at the end of the week.While you may have been a bit harsh about it, yeah I didn't get past that part either. Maintaining appropriate tense is kind of the bare minimum of readability
I'll stop there for now. If you (or others) are finding this at all useful, I can keep going, but it takes enough effort that I don't want to go through this if it's not being appreciated.
I would very much appreciate it if you could do the same thing for this. Nobody got back to me on it and I would love some feedback. It is quite long, so if you only want do some of it that is still absolutely great.
To anyone helping out us inspiring writers it is hugely appreciated!!!
The prison was small and dimly lit, the bars on the four cellsWhile I like the bit in the end, if we're going to be seeing this from Antaeus' view, we can't have it.wereslightly rusted, but still sturdy. Outside the cells, a simple wooden chair with three well-worn cushions stood.was currently occupied bySitting in the chair was Antaeus, the prison guard.Although you cannot tell while he is residing there, the indent in the bottom pillow taken up by Antaeus sizeable behind maintains in this position even while he has departed, due to the extended periods of time he spends there.
Antaeus was annoyed. In the small village of Brickets, there are never criminals. It is a successful fishing community, a prosperous one. At a reasonable thirty-four years of age, having been a prison guard since he was a seventeen, Antaeus found that he had mainly been paid for sleeping.Of course in the first few weeks he hadnt been quite so apathetic. Dedicated, consistent, alert, hard working to earn his pay: the opposite of his current attitude. After all, what is the point in being all of those things when ninety-nine of one-hundred nights there is no-one to guard.This entire bit needs to have its order changed to read better (again, if we want to keep in his head.)
Theose rare nights when there wais someone - an urchin stealing food, or perhaps a woman accused of adultery what point wais there in guarding them? The keys, secure on his belt, were all that was neededto keep them here.
When he had first started as an apprentice prison guard he had quickly been taught by his retiring predecessor everything you needed to know; sleeping in the comfy chair. Antaeus felt proud of his greatest achievement in this job: adding the two extra pillows to the sides of the chair, as Antaeus fatty form was wide enough to press against either hard edge, making sleep difficult. Antaeus actually considered at one point simply dragging a bed down here, but thought this might be pushing it.Funny, but it doesn't gibe with what you told us about 17-year-old Antaeus, unless his disillusionment was very, very fast.
But tonight was different,and Antaeus did not think he would be sleeping today; three of the four cells were occupied. In the first cell was the child - Could he even call him that? - Antaeus didn't know; the Chief had described the unbelievable scene to himNeed to hit the enter key in here a couple of times., such that Antaeus could not believe. The villagers were calling the orphan boycalledKen a demon, a monster. Nobody had liked him before, the adults did not care for him and the childrenhadmade sport of him. Antaeus own boy hadbeen one of those whoregularly tormented Ken. /p
At the time,Antaeus hadn't had anoproblem with it; just boys being boys, he thought.Besides,Ken wasalwaysstrange looking: hugely underdeveloped for his age (a body more like a six year old than a thirteen year old),and of course thosewith huge unforgettable green eyes and thin, fluffy tufts of hair that hardly coveringed his head.Something about himKen provoked a negative reaction in all of the villagersit seemed, including the children. /pBut nowAntaeus shuddered. Thank the Gods his son had been ill this whole week, or perhaps he would have been with the others when it had happened, and Antaeus might have been one of the parents burying their dead this evening.
And it's from Casmus's point of view, as the whole story is.Then your protagonist is a pretty boring fellow, plus he's confused about his intentions. It appears as if he's trying to advertise the stall to someone. Oh, I guess I should answer somewhat in order.
What exactly doesn't make sense about it?It doesn't have a hook, and what I said before.
Honestly though, this is much more plainspoken than I usually write, simply because the limited space doesn't allow for waffling.It's not about "plainspoken" or "waffling". Waffle as many as you want, just add some jelly in there. Give me some flavor so I don't think it's just flour and water. Maybe then I'll even ignore the fact that your waffle is in the shape of a dick.
The antiquarian was a wealthy woman to maintain such a stall (what is this phrase? Does "to" mean that the only purpose of the woman is to maintain a stall?), thrice the size of any other merchant's in the square. And in truth it was no mere stall, but an exotic merchant-tent of Imayyo, thousands of miles from its home and serving as a proud display (of what?) in the northern taiga of Neymsall.Also, I admit I spent some time trying to rewrite the paragraph and it didn't work a bit (which could be my fault). May I suggest you omit the first paragraph and start with dialogue? It often works for short stories. The trick is to weave description into the dialogue. Or you could put the descriptive paragraph after a short introductory exchange, provided the latter contains a hook.
His face pinched in rage and the cords of his neck tensed, lifting his shoulders.E: I get it now; it still doesn't help the fact that we're suddenly talking about the actions of the cords of a neck. Or maybe the fact that his shoulders lifted is more important than the fact that his cords tensed.
I'm not sure how you would interpret that sentence to mean that her only purpose is to maintain a stall. I assure you it is grammatically and idiomatically correct and suggests that the stall would be expensive to maintain. The sentence is analogous to 'You have to be a nice person to donate to the homeless.' It might be easier to parse the other way around 'To maintain such a stall the antiquarian was a wealthy woman' or even more clear 'To maintain such a stall the antiquarian must have been a wealthy woman.' But the latter is far too editorialized for me to actually use.QuoteThe antiquarian was a wealthy woman to maintain such a stall (what is this phrase? Does "to" mean that the only purpose of the woman is to maintain a stall?), thrice the size of any other merchant's in the square. And in truth it was no mere stall, but an exotic merchant-tent of Imayyo, thousands of miles from its home and serving as a proud display (of what?) in the northern taiga of Neymsall.
Hey, has it ever occurred to you that your characters are grubby stereotypes?I'll admit the characters aren't well-developed. But they're not really supposed to be, there wasn't enough room for it and the story isn't really about them. It's more of a parable than a study.
Also also, look -- I'm going through the rest of the story and despairing. Now, I would be the last person to want to hear that my story is completely broken, but there's kind of no getting around it.I'm sorry but this just doesn't match my experiences with this story. I actually had someone express interest in publishing it before I told them that I'd already used up the electronic rights. I do have things I'll readily admit are completely broken, but I'd be really surprised if this were one of them. I'm not saying it's perfect, it has it's deficiencies, but I'd be shocked if it were as much of a mess as you're suggesting!
Finally, what is this sentence?What? When someone tenses their shoulders to raise them you can see the tendons on either side of the neck. It's just a description of his posture.QuoteHis face pinched in rage and the cords of his neck tensed, lifting his shoulders.E: I get it now; it still doesn't help the fact that we're suddenly talking about the actions of the cords of a neck. Or maybe the fact that his shoulders lifted is more important than the fact that his cords tensed.
P.S. It's occurred to me that you might be interested in a list of things that are wrong with your story:It has a hook. I always write a hook, I actually already mentioned what the hook is.
- Bad, uninteresting plot, including the lack of a hook.
- Poor, simplistic descriptions with generic adjectives of the "good", "bad", "ugly" kind.
- Unrealistic dialogue; do you think 13th century people talked like that?
- Lack of logic
Yet in spite of the multitude of objects displayed Casmus knew that what brought him here was well-hidden.You could argue it isn't a very good hook. It certainly doesn't grab attention like the one HugoLuman suggests, but it does suggest a greater depth to the story than is immediately apparent and at least attempts to pique interest. What has the man come here for and what would cause it to be well hidden? Ideally it would make the reader wonder those things.
The solution to pretty much all of this issues would be, I think, reading a lot -- what plots people are interested in, what words authors manage to use for descriptions, how they bring the dialogue of a different era to life, and how logic of language works, I guess.I'm actually kind of offended by this because it's about me personally and not my story. It also bothers me because you seem to have the impression that I don't read. In fact I read constantly and I read critically, and I'm surprised and somewhat disappointed in myself that it didn't show through my writing. Furthermore, I'm actually well-acquainted with the way language works and linguistics is probably the only thing I'm more passionate about than literature.
I'm not sure how you would interpret that sentence to mean that her only purpose is to maintain a stall. I assure you it is grammatically and idiomatically correct and suggests that the stall would be expensive to maintain. The sentence is analogous to 'You have to be a nice person to donate to the homeless.' It might be easier to parse the other way around 'To maintain such a stall the antiquarian was a wealthy woman' or even more clear 'To maintain such a stall the antiquarian must have been a wealthy woman.' But the latter is far too editorialized for me to actually use.Well, it's your grammar. Albeit I don't quite get the analogy.
I'll admit the characters aren't well-developed. But they're not really supposed to be, there wasn't enough room for it and the story isn't really about them. It's more of a parable than a study.Again, it's not about the room, it's about the way everything they do (or have done to them) is predictable based on their stereotypes. Of course the mafia boss kills the arrogant noble! I mean how else are we going to establish that the mafia boss is the bad guy! (Granted, it's not clear that it's the mafia who killed him. And it's not the bad guy... It's an analogy, you see!)
I'm sorry but this just doesn't match my experiences with this story. I actually had someone express interest in publishing it before I told them that I'd already used up the electronic rights. I do have things I'll readily admit are completely broken, but I'd be really surprised if this were one of them. I'm not saying it's perfect, it has it's deficiencies, but I'd be shocked if it were as much of a mess as you're suggesting!Hey, at least you're not that guy!
What? When someone tenses their shoulders to raise them you can see the tendons on either side of the neck. It's just a description of his posture.It's just that I had to give the sentence several takes to understand what's going on.
Yet in spite of the multitude of objects displayed Casmus knew that what brought him here was well-hidden.If it's a hook for anything, it's for an adventure game (I admit, I could have done it funnier). Especially since it's at the end of a long expository scene. And neither the scene nor Casmus are very appealing for us to care if the item is found. It's not like there is tension when the hook is revealed. I mean if you fascinatingly listed all the various items in the tent and then it turned out that Casmus doesn't care for any of them, then it would have been a hook.
The adjectives (and adjective phrases) in order are: spacious, wealthy, thrice the size, exotic, proud, wondrous, discerning, black, deep blue, least, mundane, ancient, foreign, of legend, of local legend, well-known, well-hidden, bronze, fine, unnerving, rose silk, humiliated, presumptuous, and hot beyond his capacity to sense. Beyond black and deep blue, which are both in the part that I cut, and proud, which is in the sentence I admitted needs replaced, I'm not really seeing how the adjectives are simplistic. Maybe wondrous could go too. e: missed someAlright, I meant metaphor and simile, and appeal to senses. Most of your adjectives don't tell our senses anything -- what we get is a dictionary definition. Maybe you could say that the tent spread around him like a cavern... Ugh. You see how I'm turning into a critic? I can't fix it, but I can tell you why I think it's broken. Why I insist on metaphors and similes? Because I think stories are more fun to read with them. Although, you could give half a crap if your readers have fun (who knows?). I mean it's all about getting attention, isn't it? For me it is.
I'm confused about your complaints on my dialogue. First it is too biblical, then when I point out it is (intentionally) anachronistic you say it is too modern. If I wrote historically accurate dialogue then the whole thing would be in Middle English! The dialogue is a stylistic choice. The antiquarian in particular is supposed to sound modern and out of place to imply that there is more to her nature than is readily apparent at first glance.Too modern one line out of the blue.
How exactly do you mean it lacks logic? I had a logic in mind when writing the story so specific examples that are illogical would be helpful.I meant the logic of the language which we don't agree on.
In the end, we could play this game all day (and night. And day.) I suggest what I don't like, and sometimes how to fix it, and then you say that you've worked hard on this thing and everyone else likes it, and couldn't I explain more. I don't really see what each of us is gaining by it. It could be just that my ranty shtick isn't working, and you'd much rather have someone be nice about actual logic and grammar which called for just minor corrections.I don't have any problem with criticism, you'll notice when you actually pointed to specific things I accept them, it's that your criticisms were kind of unhelpful. You say it doesn't have a hook when I already mentioned what the hook is. You say my adjectives are simplistic, I ask you which adjectives you meant in specific. You say my dialogue is to archaic and then too modern. It was hard to actually apply your critique to the story. I want criticism beyond just minor corrections, and you've actually provided it in this post, it's just that the others were lacking in things I could actually work with. And 'other people like it' isn't a valid rebuttal to any of your criticisms other than saying it was completely broken. If this story is completely broken I should just give up writing altogether because I've been at it far too long and put in far too much work for me to fail on such a basic level and for me to be completely blind to that fact.
Again, it's not about the room, it's about the way everything they do (or have done to them) is predictable based on their stereotypes. Of course the mafia boss kills the arrogant noble! I mean how else are we going to establish that the mafia boss is the bad guy! (Granted, it's not clear that it's the mafia who killed him. And it's not the bad guy... It's an analogy, you see!)Actually, I'm glad you noticed that it's not clear the antiquarian killed him (because she didn't kill him), no one has seemed to. Also yeah, she isn't the bad guy or a mafia boss.
Alright, I meant metaphor and simile, and appeal to senses. Most of your adjectives don't tell our senses anything -- what we get is a dictionary definition. Maybe you could say that the tent spread around him like a cavern... Ugh. You see how I'm turning into a critic? I can't fix it, but I can tell you why I think it's broken. Why I insist on metaphors and similes? Because I think stories are more fun to read with them. Although, you could give half a crap if your readers have fun (who knows?). I mean it's all about getting attention, isn't it? For me it is.Ok. I can get that. I actually have a problem with overuse of metaphor and simile, so I was trying to go in the other direction with this. Plus, you have to remember this is flash fiction, it's hard to fit in lofty descriptions when I was trying to make sure the story got told in under a thousand words.
For one, Martin's characters stutter. Yours are really going off the script -- except the modern interruption.I'm not sure what you mean by going off script and stuttering actually, could you explain further?
For another, Martin's characters don't speak the first thing that comes to their mind. They always hide something, and I think there's not enough of that in your dialogue. Or maybe it's stereotypes. If only the mafia boss could be less omniscient, and the noble less arrogant. And they are not likable. And... And... :'( I'm tired! I'm confused!
Just a little something I wrote when bored in Spanish class my freshman year of high school. I'm now a sophmore, and still working on this story. Constructively critic me!
Since the others seem to be going on more about the general feel of the story, I thought I'd go a bit into the nitty-gritty details, since there's work there that needs to be done, and I like to think I'm fairly decent at it.
Starting from the top...Quote"Good," said his master, the town blacksmith, Erolon,I'd put that as "Good," said Erolon, the town blacksmith and Connor's master;
flows better, IMO.QuoteConnor was the smith's apprentice. And, he had always wanted to be. When he was young his mother would often find him in Erolon's forge, listing to the smith's stories, gazing at Erolon like a father. Connor didn't know his father. He liked to think his dad was a great hero, off ridding the land of evil. Or a wizard, battling demons trying to break into this plane.Choppy. Connor was an apprentice smith and had always wanted to be. When he was young, his mother would often find him in the forge, listening to the smith's stories, gazing at him like the father Connor had never had.Connor didn't know his father.He liked to think that his father was a great hero, off ridding the land of evil; or a wizard, battling demons trying to break into this plane.QuoteHe struck again, shaping the metal into a U-shape.Don't repeat words in close succession if you can help it. Just say that He struck the metal again, bending it into a U-shape.QuoteHe was making a horseshoeI don't think most of this is really needed, you can skip right to the end.,for one of the farmers.He struck, and struck, plunging it into cold water to cool when the need was there.Working quickly, he soon finished.QuoteErolon held it up toInspect, more likely.investigate.QuoteWhen he did Connor noticed a scar on his forearm. Conner had never seen it before, because Erolon wore leather on his arms, to prevent getting burnt.
Dude's been around the smith since childhood and he's never seen the smith without his leathers? Either this is a new scar, or you're going to have to give a good reason why Connor's never seen the dude's arms before - and, more importantly - why he's suddenly seeing them now. A finished horseshoe is probably not enough reason.QuoteErolonNeedless detail.looked at where Conner was pointing and,eyes dark, covered it quickly.QuoteThis is a fine horseshoe. As a reward, the rest of the day is yours to do what you willMinor suggestions for flow.,... But not in here;. Now, out you goout with you."Quote"No, no buts. Get on now. I hear Kimil was asking about you."No corrections, but why is Conor the only one in this village with a normal name?Quote"She's in town?"Unneeded.Connor asked.QuoteConnor dashed out the reed door, andWould a smithy have a reed door? Most are open to the air, to vent fumes and keep the temperature down. I'm honestly not sure, (not a historian) but it rings false to me. I don't think that you need the fact that he goes right, unless you think we'll need a map in our head of how this village is mapped out. I'd say he just ran to the tavern.turning right,ran down to the tavern. The Bloated Traveleriswas a moderately well kept inn. And,the hub of all activity in the town of Capem. If Kimil was in town; he would find her there.QuoteAs he approached the door, he heard a drunk yelling,I, personally, don't like the "write out how people sound," school of writing, but that's a personal choice.
"Hey, preddy liddle girl, come here and sit on my lap." These words came along with a chorus of laughter. "It'swasprobably Bumis, he's always starting trouble." Connor thought. Only this timeitwas different.; This time itAnd, unknowing to Connor,was going to change the whole village.
One more line:Quote"Get your filthy hand off me,"Dude should know what Kimil sounds like, or, if he's in the tavern (it's a bit unclear), he should certainly know that she's not just 'some girl'.A girlConnor heard Kimil scream "you're a. . . pig!"
I'll stop there for now. If you (or others) are finding this at all useful, I can keep going, but it takes enough effort that I don't want to go through this if it's not being appreciated.
So, I read through it - first off, before I get to anything deeper, you need to decide your point of view. We start off with a narrator, then we go into Antaeus's head, and stay there for about the first 3/4ths of the story, but after that we get little snatches of other character's thoughts wandering in. Either Antaeus is slightly telepathic, you need to better partition places where we switch to new points of view, or you need to remove the offending language.
Hi again all :)
There was a quick question that I wanted to ask, it's regarding some of the criticism I recieved from Alstar which I was confused about.So, I read through it - first off, before I get to anything deeper, you need to decide your point of view. We start off with a narrator, then we go into Antaeus's head, and stay there for about the first 3/4ths of the story, but after that we get little snatches of other character's thoughts wandering in. Either Antaeus is slightly telepathic, you need to better partition places where we switch to new points of view, or you need to remove the offending language.
Alstar could answer this question, or anyway, I don't mind.
It's just that I wrote my story in 3rd person so that I didn't have to stick to one person's point of view. I thought that was why people wrote in third person? (like first person for the detailed thoughts from one perspective, second person for instructions, and third person for jumping around different people's perspectives)
So I guess my question is, whether that logic is wrong. Should I be sticking to ones person's perspective at all times even in 3rd person?
Antaeus realised that he had never even considered that Ulysses could have come from somewhere other than Brickets. <-- Antaeus thinking
“I wasn’t trying to! I couldn’t stop it! I didn’t want to. I didn’t. Didn’t want to...” The boy started sobbing again, as loud as before, but this time he was pressed up against the bars, as if trying to force his way out. Once again the black man hushed him until he was quieter. Ulysses was now staring at the child, an ugly smile on his ragged face. Ulysses, while never quite serene, had at least always been passive, it was for this that the villagers had tolerated his presence, even if they hadn’t liked it. But this new Ulysses was active: his eyes twinkled a little, but not in a good way, more like an evil glint. <-- Antaeus thinking
The black man turned to Ulysses now. <-- Antaeus observing
“And you? What is your crime?” Ulysses reluctantly removed his eyes from the child, looking the black man up and down. <-- Antaeus observing
Ulysses muttered something, shook his head, and slumped again at the back of his cell. The black man smiled a little at this and turned to Ken. <-- Antaeus observing
“My name is Scaerzimek. Now yours.” Ken could not help but feel that he had to tell him, he did not understand why.<-- KEN thinking
“My name is Ken.” Said the child. He licked his lips nervously afterwards.<-- Antaeus observing
I have no motivation to edit. Reading the draft gives me a feeling of dread, and when I try to push through it it's like my creativity dries up. Maybe I am looking at it in too big pieces instead of cutting it into smaller chunks. I dunno.Want me to insult you into action? Otherwise, it's good practice to put a draft away for a couple of months and then approach it with a clear head. Have you tried that?
Frustrating.
Want me to insult you into action? Otherwise, it's good practice to put a draft away for a couple of months and then approach it with a clear head. Have you tried that?I think you should stop insulting people period. There's a line of reasonability here that you aren't quite seeing. You are making yourself into a cardboard villain in the midst of this situation. You seem to have misunderstood the need for "tough love," and you seem to have interpreted it to be a need for someone to direct hostility toward.
I'm probably going to try to sell it as an ebook via Smashwords
Want me to insult you into action? Otherwise, it's good practice to put a draft away for a couple of months and then approach it with a clear head. Have you tried that?
Insulting into action really works... :PNot when I do it, apparently...
Decent royalty rate [...] (not that I think that'll actually be a concern for me)I wonder why it's not a concern for you.
Oh, I have an idea.
I'm going to post the embarrassing excuse for an incomplete short story (and accompanying annotations made gradually over the years) I wrote when I was around 12. :P As you may have noticed, I've *always* sucked at conversations... ADHD didn't help me keep this on track either. LOL.
Enjoy Grammar-Nazi-Rage, I know I do! (I can barely keep a stable track of what the hell I myself wrote in this.)
**stuff**
Ta-daaaaaaaaaa~
An absolute CLUSTERFUCK of confusing ideas that are all practically useless unless I decide to make a precursor novel to my actual space-based Scifi in which the Earth is long-dead due to all this stuff, effectively making years of Lore useless. :P
as brooding shadows of decadent empires hide the dust-ridden memories of a people long-deceased – the Remnants.This line is both confusing and doesn't really relate to the sentence before it.
...and capable of withstanding crushing explosive blows...If it's explosive, I don't think it'd be a crushing blow... I mean, I guess there is a crushing component to an explosion, but generally people are more worried about the shrapnel... or, you know, the explosion.
I wonder why it's not a concern for you.
Your words have suddenly connected to something Douglas Adams wrote. He said that there'd be one day magazines publishing e-fiction which would collect good stories. And from this I deduce that the secret to success in the world of online publishing is to make someone important plug your writing... So you probably don't know anyone important who would plug your writing. Is that the problem?
More than that, though, it's simply vanishingly unlikely that I'll ever make enough money off of writing to make it my day jobWhat about one of part-time jobs? Although I can certainly understand doing what you like and having a perfectly stable source of income besides; and having a somewhat easier process to receive paycheck / pay taxes.
Not when I do it, apparently...It's not that. Insults might motivate someone into action, but they don't offer specific criticism. They're broad and not very illuminating about what the exact weaknesses of the piece are. Saying something like 'I don't know how you could be satisfied with the plot' doesn't explain what exactly the problem with the plot is. If the writer is experienced they may have their own ideas about their failings, but as you mention, since so much is subjective, those might be very different things than what you're getting at because, ultimately, if the person already had an idea of what was wrong with their story wouldn't they change that before they ask for feedback? Or preface the work with something like 'Hey, I think this starts a little slow, tell me what you think.' Of course, in my experience if you think somethings wrong with your story it is, because the story must please you before it'll please anyone else, but that's a bit off topic.
Maybe it's about being really honest about it. When I do it I put in lots of disclaimers that I realize that it's all subjective, that it may depend on my mood and various other bias... I guess I should work on it. Pure unadulterated hate.
What about one of part-time jobs? Although I can certainly understand doing what you like and having a perfectly stable source of income besides; and having a somewhat easier process to receive paycheck / pay taxes.
I wonder what your day job is, though (if that's alright to ask).
I still can't do dialogue for absolute shit, I'm at that very same level quite honestly. Also, if you don't want to read it then don't, quite simply. I'll read something someone posts even if I think its utter shit, but maybe that's just me.
Concerning the criticism discussion, I don't really mind. You SHOULD be straightforward about criticism. I'd appreciate blunt sincerity over watered-down "I don't want to hurt your feelings so I'm going to dumb this down".I think you've completely misinterpreted my point. There's a difference between the kind of concrete and explicit feedback an editor provides, which is in my experience very straight forward, and insults. I don't think editors resort to insults very often because if an editor is bothering to give you feedback it means they already want to publish your work. If I ever got a letter that read 'Hey FUCKASS, I love your story but this line makes my tongue turn to lye in my mouth' I might think about submitting elsewhere.
Criticize like a literary editor, not a friend. End of story.
Bahahaha, I would have loved to see/hear that!+1
Writer's Apprenticeship be damnedWait, what?
@schrocko: not bad. You have a tendency to use lots of synonyms for 'said', which is a stylistic choice I disagree with. Each individual use of 'said' is a bit bland, but if you make a habit of using it preferentially, other dialog words stand out much more when you use them. In the end, I think you come out ahead on zest by being stingy with the dialog tags.The best reasoning I've heard for this is because "said" becomes invisible to the mind as you're reading. Ideally, the dialogue itself should be able to stand without embellishment from a different tag so that the tag at the end is a courtesy at best. When you encounter a dialogue tag that isn't "said" it forces your brain to process it, and it has the chance of throwing you out of the moment. A dialogue tag other than "said" is rarely worth the additional thought expense when the reader should be thinking entirely about the dialogue that is going on, or the actions surrounding it.
I don't like that the black band only gets about 85% across the image - I think it should go all the way across.
I also don't think that the stark black and white is working. If it's a book that relates to the Confederacy, maybe make the stars white, the outer ring blue, on a red field?
My 2c, anyway. I'll admit that I've never claimed to be a graphics artist.
The middle of the city had most of the information on the whereabouts, the King’s Castle, a few hotels and restaurants, and the Tree House, not exactly a stronghold but still the place where the Tree Lover Clan stayed. At the East, the road seemed to be blocked off. He asked what was the problem over there but the only answers he got were: “Bad place to be fellow” or “Don’t ask, you’ll attract less problems”.
In the middle of the city, there was a grand sign standing. On it could be found directions to the most important parts of the city; the King's Castle, and the hotels and restaurants. There was also the 'Tree House' - not really a stronghold, but it was where the Tree Lover Clan called their home. Heading to the east of the city, the road appeared to be blocked. Asking around, Lieber could not find out much, just that 'It's a bad place to be, fellow'.
Hi, I'm sure nobody here knows me, but I'm very interested in these kind of threads. I saw someone post a link here on the King Arthur's Gold Forums but anyway, I'm currently writing a story and I really want some "expert" opinion.
Little is known about Driak and the Dark Elves since the distance between the two continents is really high and the only Humans to have gone there have never returned. Dilavia however is composed of three different countries: Forg, where the story takes place, Aeli and Brai.Little is known about Driak or the Dark Elves because the continents are far apart.
The Boat Lieber traveled on came to a stop: he had arrived at the capital of Forg. However, war had ravaged the city and most of the clan strongholds (based on their god) were in ruin or in the middle of reconstruction. But Lieber had come here for one reason: finding the ruins of the Priest Temple.
Hi, I'm sure nobody here knows me, but I'm very interested in these kind of threads. I saw someone post a link here on the King Arthur's Gold Forums but anyway, I'm currently writing a story and I really want some "expert" opinion.
Hi, I'm sure nobody here knows me, but I'm very interested in these kind of threads. I saw someone post a link here on the King Arthur's Gold Forums...
...King Arthur's Gold Forums...
Just posting to say how glad I am that this thing is still alive despite the neglect I've given it.
I should be able to start managing it again and giving critiques in a week or so when I'll finally have significant amounts of free time again.
I'll look through the thread and actually get around to adding the resources that have been submitted, in the future though: PM any you want to add to me so that I don't miss any as I won't always have the time to read through the entire thing.
Hi, I'm sure nobody here knows me, but I'm very interested in these kind of threads. I saw someone post a link here on the King Arthur's Gold Forums but anyway, I'm currently writing a story and I really want some "expert" opinion.
First off, welcome to the forums.
Secondly, I totally agree with Reudh about the absolute need for good grammar.
With that out of the way, here's my take (on your first chapter, anyway.)
First take - Chapter 1 isn't really a chapter. I'd call it, at most, a prologue. Honestly, I think you'd probably be better served taking out Lieber's single sentence and just info dumping, if that's what you're going to do.
Currently, the way you currently have the first chapter organized, you make it sound like the info dump is what Lieber believes in as a priest.QuoteLittle is known about Driak and the Dark Elves since the distance between the two continents is really high and the only Humans to have gone there have never returned. Dilavia however is composed of three different countries: Forg, where the story takes place, Aeli and Brai.Little is known about Driak or the Dark Elves because the continents are far apart.
If no one has ever returned from a trip to the other continent, how does Lieber/the Humans even know it exists, let alone who lives there?
Dilavia is broken into three kingdoms: Forg, Aeli and Brai. (Don't put 'where the story takes place.' ... Also, not needed because right after the info dump, you go on to say that Lieber arrives at Forg.)
Your little info blurbs about the kingdoms is confusing. You've got kingdoms with kings, but then you say there's some kind of 'high king' that rules over the kings. If that's the case, then you don't have three kingdoms, you've got ONE kingdom that's broken into three duchies.
Forg has a king, but the dude doesn't appear to have a name.
It's rather condescending to introduce a queen as "doesn’t have a King but a Queen". Think about how people talk about Queen Elizabeth - they don't say "that queen who's not a king." She simply is - that's how royalty works.
I'd get rid of "not so different from Greek Mythology in our world." Breaks immersion.QuoteThe Boat Lieber traveled on came to a stop: he had arrived at the capital of Forg. However, war had ravaged the city and most of the clan strongholds (based on their god) were in ruin or in the middle of reconstruction. But Lieber had come here for one reason: finding the ruins of the Priest Temple.
There's no need for "However," in there. the '(based on their god)' part is confusing - what's it referencing?
Lieber appears to be searching for a Temple of Priests (or maybe a Temple to Priests)... which is... well, kinda odd. (Of course, this is the world where the Paladins hang out in Paladin Tower, so maybe these are just a very banal people.)
Lieber got out of the boat, still groggy and took his first step in the city.This might just be personal preference, but I'd put it Still groggy, Lieber got out of the boat and took his first steps into the city.
The middle of the city had most of the information on the whereabouts, the King’s Castle, a few hotels and restaurants, and the Tree House, not exactly a stronghold but still the place where the Tree Lover Clan stayed.The line "had most of the information on the whereabouts" is very confusing.
At the East, the road seemed to be blocked off. He asked what was the problem over there but the only answers he got were: “Bad place to be fellow” or “Don’t ask, you’ll attract less problems”.To the East, the road appeared to be blocked off.
He was intrigued so he left to the East, keeping a knife under his sleeve just in case.
After walking a long road he noticed a small cabin that seemed abandoned. But as he walked over and looked at the sign, it was too late.[What sign?
Three men jumped out of the trees surrounding the cabin and pointed their bows, except one who approached him with a knife in his hand and started talking to the poor priest:Three men jumped out of the trees surrounding the cabin. Two aimed bows at Lieber, while the third approached him with a knife in hand. "Give us your money, priest!" He shouted.
“Give us your money priest!” the man said.
-You are lying. I smell the scent of money on you and you wouldn’t be keeping that knife in your sleeve unless you had something to protect! Give us your pouch and you will leave unharmed!” the thief responded.How would the thug know that Lieber has a knife up his sleeve, unless it's really obvious (which would defeat the point of keeping a knife up his sleeve) or he's siezed it from Lieber (which we should've been told.) Also, people rarely "respond" with sentences that end with explanation points.
Lieber was in troubleduh.
and he started to walk slowly away but another of the thiefs jumped behind him.
He was cornered, he couldn’t believe he let his curiosity take over him. He closed his eyes, ready to take the blow whenIs there any reason why he doesn't just give over his money to the thieves? Is it because he honestly doesn't have any? Does he have something so valuable that he can't give it up? We don't know. You must tell us. It seems rather fatalistic of Lieber to just lay down to die with only a single sentence in his own defense.
when out of nowhere a woman in cyan colored armor jumped on the thief with the knife and removed his head right off of his shoulders and ran to the two other thieves holding the bows.You've taken what could be a visually interesting action scene and rendered it as lifeless as the poor knife-wielding thug. First off - what is she armed with? Currently, she apparently jumps on the guy's back and just rips his head off with her bare hands (and if that is what she does, tells us! That'd be quite the feat!) Secondly, since it appears that there are only three thugs (not four) - there's no way for her physically to run to both bow thieves (who, by the way, are the most useless thugs ever - they're armed with bows! They should shoot at her!), since you've told us that one of the bow-thieves walked around to behind Lieber.
Cabin
Bow Bow
Knife
Lieber
Then you told us they went like this:Cabin
Bow
Knife
Lieber
Bow
Lieber took advantage of this moment to jump out of the way and hide into the bushes while the woman slayed the other thieves.She just slays them? They don't put up any fight whatsoever? I think you're leaving a lot on the table by not giving this the cinematic fight scene it deserves - your mysterious knight in cyan should get her moment in the sun.
He couldn’t believe his eyes, a woman wearing heavy armor but still managing to perform acrobatic moves between each thief and in moments they all dropped dead on the ground. He was afraid that she would kill him but in fact she did the exact opposite, by approaching him and helping him get off the ground.He couldn't believe his eyes: the woman was wearing heavy armor, but still managed to perform acrobatic moves as she moved between each thief. (Battle description should go here.) In moments, both thieves lay dead on the ground.
“You were in trouble there sir, those thieves would have killed you if I didn’t come earlier, are you okay?”"You were in trouble there - those thieves would have killed you if I hadn't shown up/come in time; are you okay?"
“Why… Yes I am fine thanks to you, but forgive me for asking this so directly but… who are you?”He didn't ask her what she is, he asked for her name.
The woman seemed amused, she removed her helmet, showing her long brown hair and looked straight into his eyes.
“I am a Paladin. You didn’t recognize the armor?” she said smiling.
“Well, I have to go know, write to my mentor that I killed a few thieves, If you want to talk you can always come by to Paladin Tower”.This is the most nonchalant description of killing three men ever.
A lot of place names are pretty banal, when you think about it: the White House, the Pentagon, No. 10 Downing Street, the Kremlin. Although, come to think of it, those are mostly named for what they are, rather than what they hold.
While my early years are undistinguished, with the average school and life experiences at my fingers for a ten-year-old at the time, it is around here that my story takes a … different turn. For it was on my eleventh birthday, February 1, 2036, that an amazing occurrence took place. Humanity made contact.You could honestly probably cut this paragraph too and begin with the next. I think that would make a much more intriguing opening as this paragraph is a little dry.
One could say that on that day, the world froze like a deer in the headlights of a speeding car.Deer in headlights is a pretty cliched metaphor, so I'd advise against using it, but if you insist, "the world froze like a deer in headlights," is significantly stronger as I'm guessing everyone is familiar enough with the phrase to understand it abridged (and familiar enough with headlights for that matter).
We had searched for years for intelligent life out there, with our best equipment, and while the Moon and Mars were just being colonized by the space programs with small populations, we had never expected something like them. To start, the movies were all wrong. Well, most of them anyway. We had always expected aliens to be somewhat like us, with blood and organs and technology.Remember, swords are technology, and under some definitions even language may be considered technology. For example, Wikipedia's (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Technology): "Technology is the making, modification, usage, and knowledge of tools, machines, techniques, crafts, systems, methods of organization, in order to solve a problem, improve a preexisting solution to a problem, achieve a goal or perform a specific function."
It wasn’t until well after the first meeting was over that this became apparent. How else could they survive without organs, we thought, as we thought about the things we had seen.I hope you intend to reveal more about how these creatures have replaced organ functions with magic, because, to me, it's probably the most interesting thing you've written so far.
Various groups were shouting for them not to set foot on Earth again, for them to be exterminated, that they should serve us alone. Amazingly, the first year passed without any major incidents.Should be "leave us alone," of course. Also, I feel like this is a little unfair. You mention a xenophobic reaction, but in all likelihood there would be reactions tending towards both extremes.
They were still novices at war to us, in a way. They did not systematically murder millions, start wars over petty offenses, or engage the entire world in a war. Until then.I find this pretty hard to believe. Sure, there are ways to make it believable, it's just fiction after all, but in a world where life must be consumed for life to be sustained I'm going to require a pretty good explanation for something like that.
It should be noted that the Vaysilith are a young race, compared to us in the terms of generations.I also find this hard to believe because humans are a young species. Again, it's not impossible, but you're going to have to provide some compelling justification for it.
Life (Vay in the language of the Vaysilith) , as it is known today became the driving force behind their lives, feeding and powering them and their world.I believe you're using life to refer to some heretofore unknown metaphysical force akin to qi. The problem is that life already refers to some kind of intangible force or quality that animates. If I'm right, that's going to get extremely confusing down the line. If I'm wrong, perhaps you should reword this sentence for clarity.
Three quarters of the deaths were from combat-related deaths and injuries, the remaining quarter being those who exhausted their life, left a dried husk, burned out by the energies they used as they overdrew on themselves.I'm curious as to how creatures such as the ones you described would actually fight. Do they just fight with the swords you mentioned (what exactly are the swords for other than martial use? They way you mention them seems to place importance on them beyond just combat.) if so, how could warfare be carried out on such a catastrophic scale with only melee weapons?
Those who had not felt the war scoffed at them, ridiculing them.How was anyone left untouched by a war that destroyed nearly half the population and a quarter of the arable land? I find it hard to believe that even a single person would remain untouched.
Lieber arrived to a place named Tower Hotel due to it’s proximity to the Paladin Tower. He remembered that it was the only Clan Stronghold to have sustained minimal damage during the war.Lieber just kind of pops into place here - it might be worth mentioning at the end of the previous chapter or start of this one that he follows after Pheonix (or, as it would appear, that it turns out that he heads in the same direction as her, as that's the direction to the Temple... not that he knew that when he started walking along the road (note: having someone tell him that the Temple is on that road would be a plausable reason to get him to walk somewhere known to be dangerous).)
The Paladins were known to have been elite fighters during that war and know try to get rid of the most notable enemies of the city: the Thief Clan and the Assassin Clan.Clan seems like a strange thing for thieves to have, as it suggests a blood link between members. So having a thieves clan would be akin to the Beagle Boys. Theives tend to form guilds - random people who come together out of like professions, interests, etc.
There has always been conflict between clans but they were the order of the world. There was balance. And the only clan to have been fully wiped out was the Necromancer Clan during the Coup of Y12 (all events happen after the Arventus Rebellion that was a struggle to bring society equal. It is at that moment where Dilavia adopts the Religion of the Nine and create the clans.) where the Necromancers planned to kill the King Aerin the Brave but ultimately failed because of the Paladins, that completely obliterated the Necromancer Clan after that.This is a very confusingly worded section. You've got different time periods interacting within the same sentence.
Lieber looked up at the tower, lit up and seemed full of activity. He opened the door of the hotel. A few people were still inside having drinks. He mostly found Builders and Guards, due to the fact that the other clans lived either in houses or their strongholds, no matter how damaged they were.It's unclear if he's looking at the Paladin Tower or the Tower Hotel, especially since he then immediately goes into the hotel.
He asked the hotel owner for a room just for the night since he wasn’t planning on staying long. Just a quick trip to the ruined Priest Temple to find old books precious for the Clan.The way you've got this worded, it sounds like he's telling the hotel owner "I'm not planning on staying long; just a quick to the ruined Priest Temple to find old books precious for the Clan." I'm not sure if that's your intention.
“Hello there.You're not setting up this conversation correctly, it should look something like this:
-Good morning madam!
-Just call me Pheonix, and now that I think of it, what’s your name?
-I’m Lieber.
-Lieber? Please come in, tell me of your business in this, once, beautiful city?”
“But, I have to find those books!” Lieber said alarminglyLieber said, alarmed.
Right at the moment he was about to walk out of the Tower, Pheonix told him:As he was headed out of the Tower, Phoenix said:
Hmm. Thought I'd might as well post a story I worked on through my vacation, but haven't recently done much with it. Should start again soon, though. Not a whole lot of it, but I'll post what I got.
The Comm TV showed a well-shaved man in a plain black uniform, standing stoically in front of a camera, presumably. “We’ve investigated all the leads, and we are sure that we’ve found it this time; on an old freighter heading towards the Callifras Spaceport.”I don't like the positioning of "presumably" here. I'd move it to after "uniform,".
The man in the black suit leaned back in his office chair, which was well-padded with black leather, to the fortunate comfort of whoever wished to sit in it.
All they had to do was send in a retrieval team before anybody else did so, and before the ship landed, of course.
After a few seconds, the entire wall cleared and suddenly it was a panoramic, breathtaking view of space. Mars was visible in the upper-right, half of the now-green planet in darkness.
The window re-darkened behind him."Re-darkened"? I'd go with "Faded back to opacity."
“Nothing can really stop me now, can it?” He rubbed his hands together. “Funny, one of those apparently reputable diviners sent me a message that sai- Damnit, Buc, are you still on the TV?”
Buc nervously brushed some dust off his uniform and glanced around “Yes, I am still on the TV, sir. Should I possibl-“
“Yes! Go, idiot!” The man glared at Buc until Buc leaned over and flicked a switch, upon which the TV flicked off.
Sighing, he sagged into his chair. He opened a drawer in his black desk and pulled out a paper-thin screen, turning it on. A folder with several files stored away appeared, and he opened one, a message.
“Too many unknown factors, all the time,’ the man said, grumbling. “There is so much only time will tell, and sometimes there is simply not enough time.” The man put a hand over his heart and blankly stared at the clock on his wall, which had just struck 12 PM.
“No, simply not enough,” he whispered quietly.
Arn smiled, leaning against the side of the metal ramp that led up to the huge freighter, the captain of the ship talking to an obscure person in a hood not ten feet to his right. The captain knew him, and, like most people, ignored him. Arn wasn’t much of a sight; many of his clothes were more like experiments in sewing than actual clothes, and he was scruffy-looking, even scarred in some places, obvious signs of someone who lived in a rough ghetto where even the environment was the enemy.
“I would hope so... who is that?” This time, the hooded man pointed towards Arn. Arn pretended not to notice, staring straight ahead as he was for the past few minutes. The captain glanced over at him and shrugged.
“A nobody. He got taken on by one of those smiths who made it big in the metal-crafting industry, or as big as you can get, anyway. I guess the smith owed him something, or he paid somehow. Either way, don’t worry about him.” The captain turned back to the hooded man, and the hooded man nodded once in understanding and turned back to the captain. Case in point: everyone ignored Arn.
The captain nodded several times and smiled. Presumably seeing that the captain understood, the hooded man took one last glance around and walked away.
I think dashes when interrupted or cut off go inside the quotation marks.
I wonder, do translations count as postable? :D I'm slowly working on one. Need proofreading, or someone to tell me this is a horrid boring story and he doesn't know why I'n bothering >.>
Or maybe just reviews.
I've got a small story that I want to turn into a series.Some thoughts:
Thanks for the feedback.
I'll try and fix most of these things with the next chapter I write, but I would not know a way to describe the character without the mirror. Any suggestion on that?
Oh hey, didn't know this thread existed!Welcome!
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I wouldn't mind some thoughts about it.
Oh my goodness Skyrunner I love your writing style... almost Terry Pratchett-like. I eagerly await more.She showed me the form in IRC first before posting here.
Oh my goodness Skyrunner I love your writing style... almost Terry Pratchett-like. I eagerly await more. (1)
As for critiquing, there's little I can say that is bad about it. Some of the... eh... turn of phrase is a bit odd, but one could put that down to Emmanuel's speech patterns being like that naturally. (2)
In all other words, that is brilliant for something you whipped up in a short time (I believe it was < 30 minutes, Sky?)
Posting to follow mostly, I find myself in a writing class at University that demands about 3000-4000 words worth of writing a week so I'll probably toss a few things by you guys. Unless someone thinks that is underhanded, but honestly the markers don't give any feedback on my writing what so ever, thus trying to pull my marks above the 65 percentile is proving to be horrifically hard.
The starting of the setting is rather cliché
The story will center around the Prophecy's 'chosen one' as he grows from a teenager into a man along with his companions
...Stuff...If nothing else, I'll say that you've got an interesting world, although I'm a bit curious how the entire Emptimus grows around the King/The dead need it to survive balance works out there. If the dead need to consume Emptimus or they... um, die.. again, then it means that they must have come after the King, since the stuff only grows in his presence.
If Phantom doesn't mind / can't be reached, I'd love to give out the prompt for this week.Do it, sire.
Its why most of the Emptimus forms around him. The situation with the vats in the throneroom was just a natural decision, since the purest Emptimus crystals form in clean, fresh water. Otherwise it would form just about anywhere.
I wonder, do translations count as postable?
If Phantom doesn't mind / can't be reached, I'd love to give out the prompt for this week.Do it, sire.
You're one of the mentors, so I am sure that Phantom won't mind. :P
/me calls the next prompt after Reudh.
Diez, Chevil, if you're still here, I'll attempt to critique yours tonight.
I just rewrote my old prologue of my old story 'Bad Fantasy'.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
I would like to hear some comments on my story.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
The sun played with the leaves of the elm tree and cast a warm speckled shadow on the grass below.I would probably say "The sunlight played on the leaves" or even "The sunlight played against the leaves" first because it gives the impression of a highly concrete metaphor as is (a personified sun literally playing with the leaves) and because it's probably more accurate to say the sunlight causes the shadow. Warm speckled shadow is a nice noun phrase you've got there, though.
and warmed his closed eyelids with the recesses of light falling through the elm’s canopyEr, do you mean with the [blanks] of light falling through the recesses in the elm's canopy?
he took a long breath and smiled as the pleasant smells of the park drifted into his nostrils.Which such smells? Flowers, or fresh grass, or the clean smell a fountain leaves in the air?
Besides the occasional passerby was a solitary man of wrinkled aspect who sat nearby on a bench and took long, steady pulls from a wooden pipe.I don't quite follow this sentence. Did you mean something like "Other than the occasional passerby the only person near them was. . .?" I also would not begin the sentence with besides, since the previous sentence began with such a similar word.
“It’s not often such nice weather comes along,” said Kappa. “This warmth is just what I needed,The fewer words the better, right?though.”
Will nodded. “Exactly. It seems like the moment the dreariness of the rain and endless nights in the library begins to become overbearing, the clouds part and give way to days like this.”Probably ought to be in past tense, since it's already happened.
Geb grunted, half-listening to the conversation as he lifted himself to a hand-stand on the grass.Inserting an only before half-listening makes it read more smoothly.
"Or maybe you’ve gone totally insane,” playfully chided Kappa, “and everything around you is a fraud.”I could go on and on about how topicality is an esoteric feature of English grammar at best, but succinctly: in this what's important is the suggestion that Geb has indeed gone insane, therefore you should make it "Or maybe you have. . ." to emphasize this fact.
He exhaled in a pleasurable sigh and released a cloud which a musing spectator may well be inclined to think was a visible essence of his contentment.May can only express future or present reference. Might is used in the subjunctive past.
This wrinkled character had already had ample time to contemplate such things, and was now focusing on a more particular matter underneath the elm tree.Did you mean peculiar instead of particular?
The cloud embraced him and gave an air of sympathy as the wrinkles about his eyes pinched and seemed to magnify the scrutiny of his thoughts.Gave requires an object. What did it give an air of sympathy to?
He arched his brows in curiosity as the boy walked under the tree’s lowest branch. He raised his arm to the branch as if compelling it or some shade within it to lift him. He swore when there was no result, and then went about pulling himself onto the limb.You less confusingly change antecedents for "he" if you combine the two sentences. Also, you should put commas surrounding or some shade, to make clear it's in apposition with the branch. I would structure it such: "He arched his brows in curiosity as the boy walked under the tree's lowest branch and raised his arm, as if compelling it, or some shade within it, to lift him"
He tried to pull his pipe but to no avail: only ashes remained in the wooden bowl.Pull on the pipe.
He looked to his gray-haired companion on the bench and laughed.You really ought to replace he with whomever it refers to. I assume Kappa, but it's not very clear.
Also, how do you all go about writing longer stories? I know there's no one answer; I'm just interested in hearing your thoughts on the matter.
Also, how do you all go about writing longer stories? I know there's no one answer; I'm just interested in hearing your thoughts on the matter.
It's just a matter of stringing several little stories together. At least that's how I see it.
I just rewrote my old prologue of my old story 'Bad Fantasy'.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
An interesting concept for a story. You have a great current of emotion that buffets the reader along, it's a great thing for a writer to have. Your narrator, the boy, seems very eloquent indeed, despite an upbringing that suggests little chance for books or loving parents. Why is this so? I am not saying that it is incorrect, merely that it is out of the ordinary for one orphaned at a young age to have the stimulation to be so eloquent.
The part where he speaks to the priest certainly conveys the hopelessness that the boy feels... the repetition is a very strong way of showing it. It's very jarring, however; try not to overuse it. Repetition, even only used to convey hopelessness/emotion/etc is still repetitive.
'Never gravely sick' is an awkward phrase, perhaps replace it. 'Never gravely ill' is less awkward.
Finally, while I do think you do have to have a plot piece that motivates his and his sister's seperation, the 'he's 18 and hence too young' reason is not that strong.
If he's earning, and has a house, even a shitbox rental, he'd most likely be able to have custody of her. Unless she had a particular illness that required care, most often he'd get custody.
I thought this was a great piece, with a few parts I wasn't sure about... but the current of emotion that runs through it is powerful indeed. With some refining I could see this being a story I'd hook into easily! Keep up the good work, DiezIrae!
Thanks for the reply fqllve. I've always thought of myself as enjoying writing, but this is one of my first attempts getting something on paper for the fun of it. Although it was short and not too full of story, it felt good writing something. I'm not too bothered about how many accept the thesis--it was more just something fun to think about. Your words on it were interesting, though.For an early attempt that was good. And there's so much to master about the craft that I wouldn't put too much emphasis on story. In fact, I think good dialogue and good characters are more important than a good plot, though I will admit that nothing keeps me in for the long haul like getting to tell a story I enjoy.
For an early attempt that was good. And there's so much to master about the craft that I wouldn't put too much emphasis on story. In fact, I think good dialogue and good characters are more important [...]
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The Magnificent Sky Levee-Aquaduct, draft.
One of the shortest stories you'll ever read:
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One of the shortest stories you'll ever read:
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Clever. You might want to change 'just how similar the alien was to my species' to '...was to us', though. If I were a more careful reader, that might give away the game a bit early.
Does anyone here write or read short, internal/realist based pieces?That's probably a good half of what I write, and anything that isn't is highly influenced by it. Realist stuff is also the largest part of what I read, not all of it is psychological in bend, though.
Does anyone here write or read short, internal/realist based pieces?
Bright, the man in the town square
No man of blood and gristle but
His skin holds him together
And he is beautiful
Bronze skin, smooth skin
Polished to catch the eye
Some look at him intently
Seeking marks or tarnish but
They find none
For he is beautiful
Hard, the man in the town square
He stands for days and years but
His skin holds him together
And he is hollow
Bronze skin, thick skin
Molded to be strong
Some rap their knuckles on his chest
Seeking to hear his voice but
An empty note rings
For he is hollow
Still, the man in the town square
No man of blood and gristle but
His skin holds him together
And he was beautiful
Bronze skin, dead skin
Cracked by dust and time
None remember him as he was
But he was beautiful
He was beautiful
He was beautiful
Bronze skin, smooth skinThis stanza starts off really regular in rhythm and then kinda gets unwieldy around the 'seeking marks or tarnish but.' Actually it's the but that throws the whole thing off, if you get rid of it completely it's much better or, if you intended for there to be a long pause, then
Polished to catch the eye
Some look at him intently
Seeking marks or tarnish but
They find none
'seeking marks or tarnishmakes that clearer.
but
they find none'
an eight day slumber, Scoopbeard? Wow.
However, I do my absolute best not to reread, other than what's necessary to get myself back in the mindset or to refresh myself on the details, until I'm editing. And even then I try to do that as long after the actual writing as possible. It's just hard for me to judge the quality of what I've written until I've gotten some distance, which usually takes about a month or two. I can usually find problems with the details otherwise, but the big picture will elude me.I see what you mean. It's difficult to read your own work while you are completely aware of everything and it's also difficult to find someone willing to read thousands of words and give constructive criticism. Maybe I should just keep writing and reread when it's done. I'm going for a long story (it's around 7,000 words right now) so I get too afraid since if I make a mistake, it may create a chain of mistakes.
I see what you mean. It's difficult to read your own work while you are completely aware of everything and it's also difficult to find someone willing to read thousands of words and give constructive criticism. Maybe I should just keep writing and reread when it's done. I'm going for a long story (it's around 7,000 words right now) so I get too afraid since if I make a mistake, it may create a chain of mistakes.Well, go back and read if you're in doubt, but keep in mind most of the mistakes you're going to make are gonna be really minor, the kind of stuff that will be easily picked up by editing. I mean, I can't say I've never forgotten a major plot point before, but that was only after letting the story sit for weeks and even then it was pretty readily salvageable. Just keep your notes close at hand, and read a bit of what you wrote the day before every time you sit down, and really keeping rack of things isn't too big of a problem.
My stories never get far enough to need a plan. I just write until I get distracted by something else and usually never come back to it. Bad characteristic, I suppose. -_-I have the same problem. My solution is to write furiously so that I finish quickly but not so much that I get tired of writing, and to constantly find ways to keep the story exciting for me, usually in the form of "twists" in the loosest sense of that word. I also try to cut anything out that I'm dreading writing, whether it be because it's boring or too difficult.
Whatever makes you enjoy editing is the best way to edit. It looks like you've found yours, a truly excellent experience to have. Congrats!
I'm not good at the whole technical bit, but the message is good, and I know a lot of people who would feel a ... what do they call it? Connection; to the poem.I agree with Xantalos here- I like it personally.
Overall not bad.
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I'm not good at the whole technical bitHey! That just so happens to be all I'm good with.
Nothing alive walksSounds more aphoristic this way.onthe Dreaming Wall.
The vast bastion rises into the sky, bridging heaven and earth.Bastion sounds awkward here. Traditionally it means only a particular part of a fortification, but it's usually used to mean any kind of fortress these days. Still doesn't sound right being used for a wall. Especially not this wall, since there is a strong connotation of safety to the word.
The the ancient blocks that form the great barrier are more than mere stone: the gods themselves had built the Dreaming Wall.I wouldn't really use a colon here, just because the second clause doesn't strictly follow from the first. Though it's clearly relevant, it's not really an exact description of why they aren't mere stone, so I'd probably stick with a semicolon.
The dimensions of the wall shift even as you look - the very tips of distant mountains, crowned with snow, seem to fluctuate in and out of sight.I know all too well how tempting it can be to add lots of description in a single sentence, however, you should avoid apposition of non-topical elements in a sentence. If you have to describe them, you could say snow-crowned mountains. I also think this doesn't really describe how the dimensions of the wall fluctuate, or seem to.
Gargoyles cluster like cancers on the cold rock, balefully watching all who approach.Baleful makes a poor adverb. "The gargoyles lay their baleful gaze on all who approach" is more natural. I'm also not very fond of "like cancers" though it'd be hard to explain exactly why.
slowly obliterating the eldritch carvings that spiral and squirm across the stone.Slowly obliterating sounds a bit oxymoronic and silly to me.
Towers loom like monoliths along the stonework, weeping ominous fog that wreathes the wall in a smog of dread.Monolithic towers is stronger. When possible avoid simile for metaphor. Smog of dread is also something of a restatement of ominous fog. You should avoid stuff like that. Something like "wreathes the wall in its calid scorn (or callid, if you're feeling particularly adventurous)" or "wreathes the wall with its acrid breath" would be better.
The land is grey and dead, the water black and foulFewer words the better, right? Would also use a semicolon here, as the verb in the second clause is simply omitted.to drink.
All about her the dead lay with their peeled skulls like polyps bluely wet or luminescent melons cooling on some mesa of the moon. In the days to come the frail black rebuses of blood in those sands would crack and break and drift away so that in the circuit of a few suns all trace of the destruction of these people would be erased.
Humans, as aA species is a collective, so you don't need to specify you are saying that, and also, all is strongly implied by the fact you are making statements about humanity as a species. Further, I would reword the last bit to read "with a quixotic desire to live endlessly." The best way I've heard the principle behind this described is that every sentence is a punchline, and you want to place the most forceful and unexpected word, the punch word, at the very end.collectivespecies, areallimbued with a quixotic desire to endlessly live.
The evasion of death and the prospect of immortality is wanted by so many.Are wanted.
Cut off from the natural life cycle of the world, they twist the world until it becomes a shallow mockery of itself, and yet they always crave to live forever.I would not use "the world" twice in succession like that. You could make object of the first clause "the natural cycle of life" to solve this.
People like me never are told the names of our targets. It is merely standard procedure.This seems horribly inefficient.
He had decided to take up residence in an abandoned industrial ghetto. I passed through several warehouses trying to find him, with no luck. The sky was the color of blood, the ground almost jet black. Hordes of broken machines, long since deprived of their purpose, continued to grind and crank, their broken and twisted beams and joints groaning form years of pressure. Not a single thing in this place was straight. Every metal beam, every joint, every piece of the whole yard was bent and contorted into nightmarish shapes silhouetted against the blood-red sky.I like this paragraph, except for two things. Almost jet black is too noncommittal for so stark a color, and I'm not sure that I would describe the sky as blood-red twice in so short a space.
The buildings were holed, in ruins and shambles, barely holding themselves together while the jagged holes in them widened with every falling piece. The ground itself was practically writhing in pain as the vibrations from the endless contraptions tore it; cracks ranging from tiny breaks to fissures large enough to swallow a whale were everywhere.Holed is an unusual way to describe buildings, I would try to come up with something else. The second sentence should be in past tense again, or should be combined with the first as a simultaneously occurring dependent clause.
I must've looked utterly out of place. A small girl like me, wandering this place, clad in a short and somewhat attractive red dress? I did not belong in this place. Then again, I wasn't exactly a normal girl.Interesting twist there. Three things: drop the question mark. Definitely drop the somewhat from attractive, it's too noncommittal again, you've got to believe in your imagery or your readers won't either. Don't worry, your readers will rarely interpret anything as strongly as you will. Finally, saying the narrator doesn't belong is the same as saying she's out of place, so I'd kill that second one.
All I had to do was wait, and hope that being a newbie at this wouldn't get ME killed.Italics are better than capitals for emphasis. I'm not sure how I feel about this twist, the narrator doesn't seem new. I would go back and make an effort to at least hint at her being a newbie if I were going to keep this.
I walked outside of the warehouse.You hadn't made reference to any specific warehouse yet. I would say something like "the warehouse I was in" to remedy that.
But what took my eye most was that he had spend an obviously massive amount of time making the place a death trap.It might just be me, but I don't like having adverbs and adjectives so close together unnecessarily. I would say, "had obviously spent a massive amount of time."
Everywhere I could look, massive sawblades were connected everywhere.Could look should just be looked, it's best to avoid conditionals if at all possible and this one is a bit awkward. Drop the second everywhere.
They diligently spun, whirring quite loudly.The "quite" here again lessens the impact of your language. I also think "spun diligently" sounds better.
Long and jagged beams had been used to connect them—they were anchored to everything: other beams, walls, the round, towers—anywhere he could anchor some metal, there was several beams sticking out of it.I'm not quite sure what "the round" is in reference to.
Silhouetted in black against the sky of blood, it was a bloodcurdling sea of eldritch contraptions.The reference to the blood colored sky is probably fine here, however, having that so close to bloodcurdling just makes the sentence read awkwardly. I prefer bloodcurdling sea, honestly, so I would describe the sky elsewise.
I walked slowly through the field. During such times, the hunter and the hunted rarely spoke. There was no need—after all, we both knew why the other was there. What good would communication do? We were natural predators.This confuses me. First, you haven't made reference to any field yet, so that seems to come out of nowhere. Second, has the man she's hunting appeared already? Because this seems to describe it as if he had.
This confuses me. First, you haven't made reference to any field yet, so that seems to come out of nowhere. Second, has the man she's hunting appeared already? Because this seems to describe it as if he had.
Another thing is that I felt like you were focused so much on description that there wasn't enough exposition to adequately acquaint me with the world of the story. How do these people live as long as they do? Why does this corrupt them? Why do they seem to live in such hostile places, alone? I understand that some of these questions might be answered later, but I feel like they weren't even really acknowledged by the story, which makes the hopes that they will be answered not exactly warranted. I would tease the reader a bit, let them know that you do have answers, and you will provide them, but that they'll have to keep reading if they want to find out.
This seems horribly inefficient.
-in-depth technical criticism-Well, could not have asked for a more intensive critique. Thanks :D
To me , it feels kind of odd in the midst of all this talk about decay and stuff that suddenly you're talking about being a 'young girl in a short and rather attractive red dress'? It rather interupts the whole flow of death and decay you had going.
The idea that everything is broken up but there's loads of spinning saw blades everywhere seems odd to me. Surely they should all have broken and snapped off?
Is the guy there? At the end it seems like she's right there with the bloke than in his rough location.
If you're in to contrast, at all, possibly consider having a woman as well be the corrupting influence instead of a man. As women are more often seen as the bringers of new life, it makes a nice opposite to have a woman as the source of decay and rot.
What is 'the round?'
Also, the man already knew that she was there. What she meant was that he knew that she was there, and that she was hunting him. In-story, the immortals basically ARE the locations and are acutely aware of everything going on in them--almost like gods ruling their domain. It was just a matter of time before he showed up himself.Ah. That makes sense, but it isn't really very clear in the text. Maybe you could try adding something about how the immortals have basically extended their consciousness to the whole area around them?
But the original idea was to be intentionally vague on explanation to emphasize how un-wordly and bizarre this world was. I think that may have not been the best choice.Yeah I try to do that a lot in my own work and it can be really difficult. Basically the only thing I've found you can do is write a whole bunch of stuff that people don't quite understand until you get a feel for exactly what you can leave out, and the exact ways you can leave out that information. Anyway, you didn't take it too far, so it wasn't too bad, but it's something I haven't quite mastered myself so the only advice on that I can give is try to put yourself in your readers' shoes. Try to think of the questions they'll ask and the information they'd want to know, and try to come up with ways to hint at it, or even direct them towards the answers without being explicit. Be careful though, I've found readers are rarely as observant as you expect them to be.
Many of the immortals have casted off their normal names and have literally hundreds they use to evade being detected. Thus, names would be pointless for the hunters--especially when the worlds the immortals inhabit are so distinctive--being everything from an entire city formed out of stained glass, a world where the ground is above you and the sky below, a tower covered in bloodshot eyes overlooking a city where people who worship the immortal controlling everything as a god spend their entire existence chanting hymns of praise, and a place where the ground is made of endless geometric shapes all combining in Escher-esque impossibilities, it's pretty easy to find them if you look for them.Ah ok. I'm sure that will come up later, so I don't think it's really a problem then.
Yeah, tenses have always been my weak point. Doesn't it work in the present tense after that though? I'm pretty sure stuff like that works... or maybe not.Yeah the only lines that need to be future tense are the two middle ones in the part I quoted. The tenses in the rest of the poem are perfectly correct.
I was actually writing it to the rhythm of a Pogues song, thus the "all" in the last line to match the beat. In retrospect, I suppose "We are more than dust" works just as well, having the same number of syllables.Oh, well it's a lot of fun to do, isn't it! But yeah, that works too. Remember though, you don't have to have a syllable for each and every one in the song, the thing about musical rhythms is you can stress and put emphasis on things that you normally wouldn't.
I do so enjoy writing, but I don't really have anyone to read it through. I've taken your criticism on board, and changed my text a bit.I find that to be a significant improvement. "Shrouding in sorrow" is particularly better than either of the things I suggested.
Nothing to see here, just a paper I wrote for school.Hmm, that joke I wrote backfired. Go ahead and critique away, if you like. That's what I put it up for. Anyway, I got an A for content and a C for formatting. Stupid MLA format. Y U SO RESTRICTIVE!?
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I haven't wrote anything for too long. Any prompts?
Do we have to write something based on the prompts or can we write something else? I've had this story that I had wanted to write but I needed some people who could help point out flaws and improvements.grr. My reply got eaten. Try #2... You can write anything. The prompt was because someone asked for it. I hate typing on an ipad.
Anyways:Ivan finally saw the cave where he had last saw the beast. It was a damp grove, with moss growing on stones, twisting vines, and the stench of rotting carcasses. It had a large waterfall, with an opening in the middle. Ivan's town, Ulfberg, had always been the target of one small pestering werewolf or another. But these few months the wolves had banded together, organising attacks on the town on the full moon.(I'd go with "arrived at the cave." Your description is blocky and starts with the small stuff.)
When the attacks started, Ivan and a group of hunters, Karl, Engels, and Friedrich, were charged with finding one particularly ferocious wolf. It was a full moon, and they had gone to gather food and firewood, when Ivan stumbled upon a grove. The grass was stained red, the water dark and murky. The large, gushing waterfall pounded on the rocks below. He moved closer to drink from the falls, rather than the murky pond he was now thigh-deep in. As he moved in to quench his thirst, he saw a faint silhouette inside an opening, the creature turned, their eyes meeting. It growled and backed away, as Ivan ran back to report his findings to his comrades....Ivan,Karl,Engels and Fredrich, a group of the town's hunters were...
"Karl! Engels! Friedrich! Here, I've found it!" he yelled.(The "if the beast had returned" part doesn't make sense - according to what you wrote, the wolf is still inside the cave.)
They had come near day's end, the sun slowly falling. They decided to build a fire for the night, far away enough from the beast's lair to be spotted if the beast had returned. They had gotten the fire started, and all of them had gone to huddle towards it, except Ivan. Now Ivan was a strong, fast hunter. He had many years of experience, and now he was getting old, his hair now sporting a grey streak. He was one of the bravest in the village, and the most known to the woods. As brave as he was, though, he was afraid of fire. In fact, it made him mad.
"He's not coming Ivan. Let's go home," grumbled Engels, whose build obviously wasn't suited for the wilds. He had come to document the beast for the temples bestiary.(I'd describe Engel's build, rather then just say its not suited. Is he fat? Hunched back? Limping?)
Ivan didn't reply. He was focusing on the bonfire in the middle of the town square. He could barely see the smoke. After a while of silence, the bonfire erupted. The smoke flew high, you could see the red shadow of the flames rise high. It was a signal of an attack from bandits, or warlords, or worse.(you should probably mention that where they're camped is within sight distance of the town.)
(Ivan's coming off as not terribly mentally stable here, not sure if that's the point.)Spoiler (click to show/hide)
"Shush, little one it's me, Papa," he cooed. Lucy was always fidgety. She didn't like surprises or big noises. And the door breaking down was both.(Fidgety doesn't quite fit with fainting. I'd go with delicate, nervous, high-strung or maybe easily startled.)
(Ah, ok, I see where you're going with this now.)Spoiler (click to show/hide)
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Thankyou! I feel mildly competent!Spoiler: Like This? (click to show/hide)
Very nice imagery.
Feedback, anyone? (I don't want to nag, but I posted a ~750 word drabble a few posts up, and am curious how I did. I've barely edited it.)For what it's worth, I liked it and didn't find any grammatical errors that were so heinous that they caused me to say "damn, that needs fixing."
I seem to have forgotten to remove the third setup, then. There are only two.Feedback, anyone? (I don't want to nag, but I posted a ~750 word drabble a few posts up, and am curious how I did. I've barely edited it.)For what it's worth, I liked it and didn't find any grammatical errors that were so heinous that they caused me to say "damn, that needs fixing."
edit: ok, rereading it, you either need three kinds of gods, or just put an "or" between Vaysil and Human - currently you've got it set up for at least three kinds of gods, but only talk about two.
Hey, this is more of a short story I wrote as filler for my Community Fort, and I was thinking of making these 'Journals' into an entry on a fanfic site(Its Fallout:Equestria if anyone is wondering;I find it hard to make original fiction, dunno why) The [yay]'s are censors;I prefer to keep my works PG-13(No harsh swears) so don't mind them.First things first: Paragraphing. Try and break your writing into several smaller paragraphs, mainly for readability purposes.Spoiler: Short Story (click to show/hide)
Criticism is welcome and any questions I might be able to answer-relative to the subject matter of this short story. Also, my wording and descriptions may be weird as I write it as I would tell it. Any grammar and spelling errors will likely be fixed over the course of a few days as I frequently check any stories I post and edit out any mistakes;It would be nice if you could point them out though.
O.oNo, if I used a mini displayport switch, the miniDPs in my Radeon 7850 HD should hypothetically support 6 monitors thanks to ATI Eyefinity.
/me claps
Also, you have three video cards?!
commercialGod damn suicide booth tycoons...
So here's a poem I translated. It's called... well, I have no idea what I should name it, as the original title involves ambiguousness, so I went with Entrance.
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The original had a notorious lack of periods and nary a question mark. xD
So here's a poem I translated. It's called... well, I have no idea what I should name it, as the original title involves ambiguousness, so I went with Entrance.Looks a lot like something e e cummings would write.Spoiler: Entrance, Ki Hyungdo, tl Skyrunner (click to show/hide)
The original had a notorious lack of periods and nary a question mark. xD
"He" as in the normal pronoun is "그," while the "'he'" in the poem is "그분". It's kinda like a stronger version of the normal masculine singular pronoun, and is supposed to be more polite.So here's a poem I translated. It's called... well, I have no idea what I should name it, as the original title involves ambiguousness, so I went with Entrance.
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The original had a notorious lack of periods and nary a question mark. xD
Translations, especially of things that sound hard to translate, are utterly fascinating. Could you indulge my curiosity and elaborate a bit on how the original title was ambiguous, and if the original text had 'his' in single-quotes, or if that was something you added to capture some other feature of Korean?
So here's a poem I translated. It's called... well, I have no idea what I should name it, as the original title involves ambiguousness, so I went with Entrance.Looks a lot like something e e cummings would write.Spoiler: Entrance, Ki Hyungdo, tl Skyrunner (click to show/hide)
The original had a notorious lack of periods and nary a question mark. xD
Did you write it, or just translate it? It's very good.Ki Hyungdo wrote it, and I merely tried to translate it o_O I like it too, which is why I bothered to lift it out of its home in the Literature 1 book.
I wonder... the Paradox Forums had/possibly have a writing thing called 'Guess the Author'. Basically, a number of writers submit short pieces of writing related to a chosen common theme or idea. The stories are then submitted anonymously and open to criticism and comments by readers (who also try to guess who the author might be). After a time, the authors are revealed and the next round begins.
What I was thinking was if the same concept would work here. We don't have the same game AAR authors to go back on, though we could use FG&RP or the DF community stories and criticism can be found here. It could be more of a game with readers voting for best stories (keeping it anonymous so no bias), too.
Basically, I just like the idea of a regular writing exercises the forums could criticize and rate without bias either way that comes from knowing the author. A competitive factor wouldn't hurt.
The original GtA is here if you don't get what I mean, (http://forum.paradoxplaza.com/forum/showthread.php?132748-quot-Guess-the-Author-quot-Analysis-and-Critiques) and I am never very clear.
I wonder... the Paradox Forums had/possibly have a writing thing called 'Guess the Author'. Basically, a number of writers submit short pieces of writing related to a chosen common theme or idea. The stories are then submitted anonymously and open to criticism and comments by readers (who also try to guess who the author might be). After a time, the authors are revealed and the next round begins.This sounds like an excellent idea, I'm giving it the Phantom Stamp of Approval.
What I was thinking was if the same concept would work here. We don't have the same game AAR authors to go back on, though we could use FG&RP or the DF community stories and criticism can be found here. It could be more of a game with readers voting for best stories (keeping it anonymous so no bias), too.
Basically, I just like the idea of a regular writing exercises the forums could criticize and rate without bias either way that comes from knowing the author. A competitive factor wouldn't hurt.
The original GtA is here if you don't get what I mean, (http://forum.paradoxplaza.com/forum/showthread.php?132748-quot-Guess-the-Author-quot-Analysis-and-Critiques) and I am never very clear.
This one's a bit older, and inspired heavily by H.P. Lovecraft and Cthullu-stuff:
Shadow of Lengburry (http://pastebin.com/E9pzXVC5) <_< >_>
A poem I wrote describing my first experience with a certain indie game.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
PTW: And eventually to post too, even though I'm not the best writer.
I feel like translating poems, but I'm as always worried about the quality and whether anyone even will read it >_<...Vector apparently co-wrote a book doing just that. Have at it!
But she's Vector! :<And you're essentially Korean-Vector-pre-university.
^ This so much :<But she's Vector! :<And you're essentially Korean-Vector-pre-university.
Translate them. We'll enjoy reading them.
1
In the rapids of the winds
laid in the sky, or
in the shade of a tree
which whispers and rustles, birds
sing. Even though they do not know it is song.
Even though birds do not know it is love
A pair of birds nestle
their beaks to the other's shoulder,
and share each other's warmth.
2
Birds do not create
meaning by singing.
They do not pretend to flirt
They do not fake love.
3
—Though the hunter aims a lump of lead
at the pureness of the birds,
he always shoots
merely a blood-soaked reflection of a bird.
that was great, Your trepidation was misplaced to be sure!See? You're doing good. Keep at it.
Moar!!!
The winter wind, so cold and dead
flowed its woes throughout the browned and grey thread
that wove together in a solemn cloth,
oh what dreary, this land has caught.
Yet, o'er the horizon I spot
a flower, so yellow and red, like a beautiful ink blot
It rose and it liven the grounds where it lay
it brought happiness and youth back to the dreary clay
Oh, but all life, must come to an end
The flower, the woods, and even those who ascend
Death is part of life,
And the flower fell from all the strife
I must look close
to see its beauty
I must look long
to see how lovely it is
Like you, too.
If a blue ocean has no whales
It's no ocean blue
If in the blue ocean of your mind
no whales live and grow
then you're no young one
People who don't know that
The blue ocean is blue for the whales
don't know what love is
Sometimes whales emerge above the horizon
and watch the stars
I, also, sometimes watch the stars
for my mind's whale
I wish to go to you like a snowflake
Without hesitation
Without wandering
Without any secrets
I wish to leap into your white life
and become warm winter
I wish to become a thousand year's snow
I wonder... the Paradox Forums had/possibly have a writing thing called 'Guess the Author'. Basically, a number of writers submit short pieces of writing related to a chosen common theme or idea. The stories are then gathered anonymously and open to criticism and comments by readers (who also try to guess who the author might be). After a time, the authors are revealed and the next round begins.
What I was thinking was if the same concept would work here. We don't have the same game AAR authors to go back on, though we could use FG&RP or the DF community stories and criticism can be found here. It could be more of a game with readers voting for best stories (keeping it anonymous so no bias), too.
Basically, I just like the idea of a regular writing exercises the forums could criticize and rate without bias either way that comes from knowing the author. A competitive factor wouldn't hurt.
The original GtA is here if you don't get what I mean, (http://forum.paradoxplaza.com/forum/showthread.php?132748-quot-Guess-the-Author-quot-Analysis-and-Critiques) and I am never very clear.
Cries a little because this is deadIt isn't dead it just-
Nice an corp SBC. We should inject some life into this thread again. Flash fiction contests or something.+1
Define An Corp pls?I think he means a thread necro.
The dark hours are the worst; the monsters cover the mountain range like a blanket of night. But nonetheless, I am here. I am here, and my task will be finished. I swear it on my honour, my sword…my life. I only wish my friends could be here…But that is unimportant.seem a but cheesy to me.
So Uni stuff caused me to be exponentially busy--will try to get that promised stuff soon. x_x
Names | #1 - (Hidden From Your Eyes) | #2 - (Floating) |
GiglameshDespair | x | x |
Th4DwArfY1 | x | |
sjm9876 | x | x |
Servant Corps | x | |
Willfor | x | |
Spoiler: Probably Cringe-y Pigeon Poem (click to show/hide)
I'd like to suggest (well, resuggest) an idea of mine. Have the stories presented anonymously for the forum for rating and comments. Would be nice to get unbiased critique and rating. I'm all for a competitive contest in any case.
I have faith in your impartiality.
Maybe we should have to review the other input stories in order to submit ours? This thread does have the slight problem of stories are posted but you're not sure anyone else read them.
Maybe we should have to review the other input stories in order to submit ours? This thread does have the slight problem of stories are posted but you're not sure anyone else read them.
Problem is that creates a rising cost to get it. I'd love for people to do it of their volition, but forcing it is a recipe for slowdowns and worse. The first person has to read absolutely nothing in order to get in, the second person has to read one thing, and the third person has to read two things and so forth and so on. A contest is a lot less attractive when someone tells you that, in addition to writing a story, you have to read and critique the stories of the five people who were here first.
Of course, you could require that everyone review everyone else’s before judging to ensure that some people didn't end up having to give five reviews while the first person to gave none, but then what happens if a story is submitted Sunday morning? I'm probably not going to have started looking at things before then, but then I have to wait for review submission from everyone else. You can see how this might not work so well.
How's about submitting it to one person and said person will post all those stories in one single post with only a tag number so the reader/judge won't know who wrote what?I have faith in your impartiality.
You are a very silly person.
The option has been added to submit by PM or by post to the contest.
Soo ... lazy... must .... write...Tiruin instills passion and fervor into Skyru's writing stance.
I, uhh, notice now that this is 1200+ words, which is a bit over the limit. I hope that's not too much of a problem. Formatting might need a lil' tweaking, too. Anyway, Red Lines, here goes;
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Entry for Draignean's contest. If I do continue entering in his contests, I want to have all my entries link together in one continuity. For giggles, I guess.Spoiler: No Exit (click to show/hide)Spoiler: Note (click to show/hide)
Entry for Draignean's contest. If I do continue entering in his contests, I want to have all my entries link together in one continuity. For giggles, I guess.Spoiler: No Exit (click to show/hide)Spoiler: Note (click to show/hide)
Short-ish Fiction Contest: Draigcorp 2014 Edition"Because I can."
I wrote a story for Draignean's contest! But I feel apprehensive about uploading.
Aw great, nearly a week away and Im too busy to submit my stuffs, and they're due already! >_<
I'll..just PM them later-ish, when I get my wits about me..
Draignean, you did get mine, yeah? Just checking.
I deserve more of that hate, really. You're too kind. u_uAw great, nearly a week away and Im too busy to submit my stuffs, and they're due already! >_<
I'll..just PM them later-ish, when I get my wits about me..
Not done grading yet. So, if you can finish them before tonight then you'll be fine. I'll only hate you a little.
Draignean, you did get mine, yeah? Just checking.
YES. I HAVE YOUR STORY. I'M JUST A SLOW PANDA.
My complaint, however, is still rather large. This isn't a story. It's a world setting piece, the introductory section of a good story, the first five minutes of a movie, the glow before actual dawn. It's good. It just needs characters, a story, and another couple thousand words.Yeah, I agree with you on this. It is a nice idea, but I do need to actually do something with it. My hope is that I will enter your contests with entries set in that same setting, and hopefully future entries will have plots and characterization instead of oblique worldbuilding.
I can see you having a lot of fun with this piece, and I can see a couple cool stories to tell, but it cannot be finished here. Mad Max is not a story about the apocalypse, it is a very familiar story of duty and revenge set in the apocalypse.
Names | #1 - (Hidden From Your Eyes) | #2 - (Floating) | #3 - (Red Lines) |
GiglameshDespair | x | x | x |
Th4DwArfY1 | x | ||
sjm9876 | x | x | x |
Servant Corps | x | ||
Willfor | x | ||
Digital Hellhound | x | ||
I don't have time to post it then, and especially due to RL stuffs that happened in the past week--it's fully ok with me though. I do appreciate your extension however. A lot. And thanks. :)
Though..I''m very sorry if you really did extend it just for me, or even then so..thanks either way.
Couldn't make the schedule due to...things, that happened in the last week.
I really didn't write it in the form of 'Competition and proving', but in the spirit of doing what I love to do: imagine, create and write. Have a nice night Draig!
So..when are Draig's reviews being posted?I cannot post my stories in time. Draignean, I'm very sorry.
So..when are Draig's reviews being posted?I cannot post my stories in time. Draignean, I'm very sorry.
I like regularity in my poetry. For example, one I wrote at MY lunch time :P
So... can we have us a new prompt and updated list, ey? February 24th has come and gone.Whoa ... It sure has.
Names | #1 - (Hidden From Your Eyes) | #2 - (Floating) | #3 - (Red Lines) | #4 - (A Bird's Cage) |
GiglameshDespair | x | x | x | x |
Th4DwArfY1 | x | x | ||
sjm9876 | x | x | x | |
Servant Corps | x | |||
Willfor | x | |||
Digital Hellhound | x | x | ||
Objective | x | |||
Draignean | x | |||
Poem Contest!This will be a lot less formal than Draignean's current contest.
Rules:
It has to be a poem, and look like one.
It has to be less than 50 lines. I've no need to read such a long poem.
Topic:
Either about the creation of the universe, or human nature. Feel free to add your own spin on it.
Due date: March 10th
You are welcome to PM them to me!
When will Draignean be done judging? I want to see if I can make an entry this next contest...
1) You still have one day as far as I remember.
2) Looking at some of the English definitions of "accessory" might help you out a little:Spoiler (click to show/hide)
*looks at spoiler**was interested in posting here until I saw this, for this reason (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=119562.0)*
Good god what the hell did I write.
Uh. I may have to put in a tl;dr.
Yep, I waited and waited... but no one came, and I proceeded to cry in a corner :( :'(
Is this story part of an on-going series Giglamesh?
No ideaa. I sent draignean the next prompt, but he never posted again.
Because somebody has to review...Spoiler: Review of "Let Starfire Fall" (click to show/hide)
The sentences seem to run on far too long, even with commas. I just don't really like the writing style.
I realise that isn't too helpful, and I apologise, but the way it's written just rubs me the wrong way.
I can sympathize. It's far to easy to write rambling sentences that sound good in my head but are incomprehensible when written down. I'm still trying to end a long, torrid love affair with the semi-colon =PThe sentences seem to run on far too long, even with commas. I just don't really like the writing style.
I realise that isn't too helpful, and I apologise, but the way it's written just rubs me the wrong way.
That is totally helpful. It's a problem with my style that I've been wondering about for a while; it's nice to have confirmation.
Low quality but eh.This doesn't look related to the contest, but I'm not sure.Spoiler: The Beastmen (click to show/hide)
Low quality but eh.This doesn't look related to the contest, but I'm not sure.Spoiler: The Beastmen (click to show/hide)
If it isn't, I can provide some feedback. Possibly.
no-one ever call you by your nameShould be "calls", but that's the only concrete grammar mistake I noticed. I don't know what to chalk up to American English.
I'm all for the idea of weekly prompts. I can't guarantee to write something every week, but I can try.
Found this old post on humans being the scariest aliens. Knew I'd seen it somewhere:Taken from the WTF thread, write something about humans being the intergalactic terrifying bad guys who are massively OP!
http://teal-deer.tumblr.com/post/57910877901/siderealsandman-friendlytroll-astrakiseki
Snip.
Snip again.
HOLY HELL I LOVE YOU MASTAH
HOLY HELL I LOVE YOU MASTAH
Oh come on, it's not that good./me shoots you. ...with confetti.
I love you guys.
:DOh come on, it's not that good./me shoots you. ...with confetti.
I love you guys.
It helps me with my self-esteem!
But seriously, yes. Natural flow.
HOLY HELL I LOVE YOU MASTAH
I immediately thought of Jethro Tull while reading this. Needs a flute/piccolo solo. Otherwise, solid work.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
I have no idea who Jethro Tull is. :PWhaaaaat!? Here, listen (http://grooveshark.com/s/Locomotive+Breath/4OY6j5?src=5).
I'm on my iPod so I can't listen to it right now.I have no idea who Jethro Tull is. :PWhaaaaat!? Here, listen (http://grooveshark.com/s/Locomotive+Breath/4OY6j5?src=5).
:(Remind me not to write poetry when I'm having mood swings.
That made me sad. Very well done.
Wowza.Well, I don't live with my real family anymore, so...
That's some...intense and...perhaps unhealthy feeling, Mastah.
You really need to resolve things there, for better or worse, because you shouldn't have to live through what you're feeling.
Well, glad to hear that much if the poem is any indication. I might toss something up soon.Wowza.Well, I don't live with my real family anymore, so...
That's some...intense and...perhaps unhealthy feeling, Mastah.
You really need to resolve things there, for better or worse, because you shouldn't have to live through what you're feeling.
Yeah.
It's a process.
On that prose note...
Space Australians- I like the piece, it reminds me of what I've done before in some ways, and while I'm not sure what universe it's from (It sounds like an existing one, but I'm not exactly sure.) Also, I can't really tell if the main character is supposed to be an immortal or not- that part of the passage is fairly vague.
Maybe cut back on the line breaks a little? It could just be my preference, but I was a little put off by the number of paragraphs. Otherwise, apart from a few small oddities that would I think be solved by a specific proofreading, nice and solid. I want to know more!
You're an awesome writer, I'm enjoying this story of yours.:D Thank you!
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
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I really like this.
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I really like this.
"I am the great-" he began, not noticing an arrow richochet off the side of his helmet, "Lord-Forged Matthius Jorun."-is my favorite noble git right next to Mandorallen from the Belgariad.
Can't remember his name, but I preferred the bowman to Mandorallen.:o
Sure, I read it. Was a while back, but at the time it was one of my favourites :PLelldorin was the archer guy who was clueless and Mandorallen was the big knight guy who was equally clueless and full of HAM and NOBLE INTENTIONS and whenever the characters made a plan he would suggest that they charge right in and fight like MEN and the other characters would :I at him and go back to planning while he pet his horse. <-- Along those lines. His character is actually pretty deep.
I even read some of the....argh,...Mallordian? Can't remember that name either. Gonna have to reread it soon.
Add in the forbidden love, and you've got a fully-fleshed character :PUhhhh, how much of the five volume series did you actually read?
But Lelldorin was foolish, but admirably patriotic. Often too patriotic, but that doesn't mean it didn't add a certain depth to him which his personality didn't.
He was a privileged bastard at first, but he soon learned from looking at the serfs, that they needed help. He was as loyal as the Knight, and he had a character that was slightly more realistic than Mandorallen, to me. He wasn't so suicidal-seeming, anyway :P
Where Mandorallen was as firm as a rock in his intentions, and in fact seemed very inflexible, Lelldorin seemed to learn, and change as he went.
"..chest/neck.."You can't write it like that when it's someone's dialogue. That's bad narration.
A deep raspy voice, " Ok darling send them in" the computer monitor is shut off.
A deep, raspy voice. "Okay darling, send them in." The computer monitor is shut off.
Thanks for the feed backYeah, so maybe detail the feelings he was having in his partially conscious state. Unless you're dead, you're always thinking or dreaming or imagining something.
As for low detail while in the jeep ride, the person was I between comatose so I wanted the detail to match what he could notice
Continuation
feed back wantedWill continue laterSpoiler (click to show/hide)
After observing the room I sat up in the stretcher. As I began getting up my head felt lighter and I began to get dizzy. The heart monitor was now steadily beeping once every about second and a half and was getting pretty annoying.The heart monitor was now beeping? You knew how it was beeping before?
I swung my legs around to the left side of the bed opposite of the heart rate monitor as to not knock it over. Once I was finally sitting upright I saw a doctor layingLying, not laying, in this case.
on the floor.So he just dismisses the person on the floor? Rather odd thing to do when you (presumably) wake up in a hospital. How does he know he's a doctor? Is he dressed as one? Say so. A short-haired man in grimy doctor's wear sprawled facedown on the ground, occasionally admitting a groan. Seeing no movement, I continued quickly glancing around in confusion.
The doctor seemed to be unconscious but I could hear groaning from his direction but his face was on the ground. I ignored him for now and observed the floor, there was short tan grass growing out of the cracks. I saw a grey drawstring bag on the ground near the door with a crowbar next to it.
The heart rate monitor was still beeping steadily and I was getting really annoyed, so I grabbed the needle that was in my arm, and attached to the monitor, and pulled it out. A sting of pain shot through my arm as I slowly pulled it out of my skin.You should reword this. Saying you pulled it out of you skin twice is redundant. I grabbed the needle in my arm and slowly pulled it out, a string of pain shooting through my arm. Blood oozed from the puncture and slowly trickled down my arm.
There was a drop of blood that pooled at the hole in my arm and slowly began to flow down my arm only to stop a few inches down and begin to harden.
The doctor began to groan louder and then as the pain stopped I could hear the monitor emitting a loud high pitch noise that was starting to hurt my ears.Quite of lot of things in here are oddly worded (I fear I kicked his arm; this is one of my more horrified moments) and you have a run on sentence. Once again, so the protagonist just ignored the guy face down on the floor groaning until he got up as a zombie? Rather peculiar.
I got up to look at the draw string and as I stepped forward with my left foot and when I tried to pull my right foot but there was something holding it back. I looked back and noticed that the doctor had reached out and grabbed my ankle. I fear I kicked his arm releasing his grip and I jumped back against the wall.
The doctor began getting up and I noticed that his whole front was covered in caked dried blood, his skin was a pale white saturated in olive green, his eyes were covered in a greyish white film, his left cheek was cleaved off just hanging on his face with the cheek bone sticking out partly chipped, and his left arm seemed to be fractured in several places. His right arm had been propping his body up while he got his legs under himself. This was one of my more horrified moments in life.
I stood up and...and what? You've just stopped in a middle of a sentence.
If any of you thought me writing a story meant I'd stop writing poetry...Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Ooh, this looks fun. I've been drafting my first 'serious' attempt at a story this year, and I'm starting to think it's sounding okay. I need your best criticisms to knock me down a peg and remind me I'm still a novice at this! :D Mind if I throw you guys an excerpt?That's quite good, no real critiques other than there's perhaps a few deets that could've been less nonspecific, like referring to the woman's tools as "medical supplies" when you could've perhaps described it a bit more. It's good to be just the slightest touch vague when you're describing things for the benefit of the reader's imagination, but the situation is too personal to use a term so broad as "medical supplies", as if she brought in a pile of crates or something. Perhaps "she held a dun-colored satchel in her arms, the whole assortment clinking noisily as she set it down with care and visible effort (it was obviously quite heavy for the frail old woman). It could be seen to be full of glass bottles, corked vials containing dark, bitter-looking tinctures that one wrinkled his nose at just to imagine the taste. There was a bundle which, retrieved and unfurled, held an assortment metal tools in neat sleeves. Some were long and pointed, others bent and hooked, all looked wicked and deadly, and Dannil swallowed hard at the thought of all the torturous deeds might have been done to similarly young men before him. Retrieving one of the sharper blades, the woman pulled bits of varicolored cloth from her pockets and, using it, began to divide them into neat strips-" That sort of goes on, and the fearful bit I threw in there sort of falls on itself, but it's just an example of how you can use fine details to paint a distinct picture.Spoiler: Primer: brief summary of events that lead our characters to this scene (click to show/hide)Spoiler: Excerpt proper (click to show/hide)
(Edit: Actually spotted a couple of annoying problems as I was reading my own post, hah! Sorry if you caught the 'old' one. I'll leave it alone now.)
I'm inclined to differ with GUNIN on this particular piece, where I feel that the introduction of more details would begin to be overkill - you can't describe everything in detail, and it fits with the concussed MC that some details aren't carrying through. It's your writing though, and you are the one who decides how to apply criticism. If you think GUNIN's right, he's right, and ditto the other way.Well, my example was certainly overkill, I kinda went a bit overboard. Just a few more details couldn't hurt though.
It's sort of unclear what the set is, but the medic referred to "infection" and had laudanum so you're prolly going for a late 19th/early 20th century thing, I'd wager.
A criticism I'd poke at myself (as if I don't have hundreds of those already...) is that I don't think I give each character a distinctive enough voice. The old lady should probably use a few word Dannil would consider 'old fashioned' or somesuch. But, that's something I'll focus on a lot more during editing, anyway.A good way to give characters voice is to describe their expressions when they say things, not just when they're obviously being emotive, such as when they're angry, or terrified. It helps get across their general attitude and once you cross that invisible hump near the beginning/middle of the story, the reader starts to read the character in the same voice that's been readily established, and from then on it's just a matter of consistency, sticking to the character's motives and attitude as you've written, and causing their perceptions to alter (usually) as the narrative progresses.
/me punches Objective.Quote from: FAQQ. Will listening to you make me write better?
A. Of course not. That's stupid. I'm only sixteen and English is not even my first language (it *is* the language I am most proficient in, though).
That's pretty neat but, to clarify, it's someone else's story originally?
E: Also, the whole thing hinges on the bot being ignorant of biology and thinking his master is a bot like him. His master is human, ergo the bot is humanoid, thus the entry doesn't fit the prompt.
Yeah that's what I said.That's pretty neat but, to clarify, it's someone else's story originally?and the bot is ignorant to human anatomy so he thinks humans have the same stuff as bots
E: Also, the whole thing hinges on the bot being ignorant of biology and thinking his master is a bot like him. His master is human, ergo the bot is humanoid, thus the entry doesn't fit the prompt.
and this is my friends story re written by me because i cant find the original
Yeah that's what I said.That's pretty neat but, to clarify, it's someone else's story originally?and the bot is ignorant to human anatomy so he thinks humans have the same stuff as bots
E: Also, the whole thing hinges on the bot being ignorant of biology and thinking his master is a bot like him. His master is human, ergo the bot is humanoid, thus the entry doesn't fit the prompt.
and this is my friends story re written by me because i cant find the original
So the story doesn't belong to you?
I don't even know what it is, I just know that it's harmful to gods or somenthing.Occult damage is great against divine enemies, so yeah, gods, but a wooden or reinforced club are both some of the shittiest weapons in the game. You can reinforce any normal weapon to cause occult damage. I figured it was a reference since you can find a wooden club in Anor Londo that already has an occult reinforcement which is useful for people like me who've done SL1 playthroughs, wherein you play through the game without leveling up, and as such there are only 1 or 3 weapons that you can actually put to good use, so acquiring the occult club is useful for saving titanite for reinforcing your armors and other weps.
word limitswelp
No idea what most of that is, truth be told. Most of my lore of Dark Souls comes from the thread I've posted.I don't even know what it is, I just know that it's harmful to gods or somenthing.Occult damage is great against divine enemies, so yeah, gods, but a wooden or reinforced club are both some of the shittiest weapons in the game. You can reinforce any normal weapon to cause occult damage. I figured it was a reference since you can find a wooden club in Anor Londo that already has an occult reinforcement which is useful for people like me who've done SL1 playthroughs, wherein you play through the game without leveling up, and as such there are only 1 or 3 weapons that you can actually put to good use.
There was no hesitation in the Undead's movements, almost as though it had fought him before.-which is the only reason I bring this up.
Oh that. That was kinda tied into my theory that whenever the player respawns at a bonfire, they're actually traveling back in time to when they first rested there, so for the boss they're always fighting the player for the first time, which is why Gwyndolin's all 'wtf this guy knows exactly what I'm going to do before I do it it's like he's fought me before' while the player character's just thinking 'hah! Finally got Gwyndolin beat, didn't think he'd be so tough'.No, I understood that, I'm just commenting that I think it's funny that a player wearing "gilded armor" would be using such a sub-par weapon.
http://www.wordcounter.net/YOU ARE THE BEST THING THAT HAS EVER EXISTED
Not for the prompt:Just something I wrote up a month or two ago.Spoiler: Raid (click to show/hide)
lern ta innernet. :Ihttp://www.wordcounter.net/YOU ARE THE BEST THING THAT HAS EVER EXISTED
The overwhelming majority of word processors have that feature built in.http://www.wordcounter.net/YOU ARE THE BEST THING THAT HAS EVER EXISTED
Xantalos uses shoggoths.It explains everything.
Dammit, Mastah. My poetry thread needs fresh blood. As in, any blood at all.So be it.
Give me your poetical blood, Mastah...
Answer me SenseiI don't know why, but that last line just gets me.
Why do the leaves fall at night
When you can't see them
Their secret splendor
But the birds nest there no more
They cut down the tree
I don't know why, but that last line just gets me.At work, there was a particular tree that the crows really liked to perch in, so I liked to watch them on my break, but today I noticed they cut it down.
Hey the dead line is a day after my birth dayHappy future birthday!
I have already bought cookies. I preempt you all.Dwarfy. I love you.
Also, I wrote this for a Minecaft server cause why the hell not? Just something random, but I did feel like the narrator, namely me, lost something in the form of the diamond armour I'd had from the start of the game. Anyway, strange Minecraft poetry ahoy!Spoiler (click to show/hide)
I've been mulling over an idea lately, not sure what format it would work best in. Basically, there's some giant entity in outer space headed towards earth, and it sends humanity the message "I love you." As it gets closer, it says more, including that it wants to absorb the human race so they can be together forever, so Earth has to try to avoid love-based armageddon somehow.What if the solution was to break it's heart so that it retreats and everyone celebrates, but the last paragraph (or so) indicate it may do something even it considers stupid, like a lot of spurned lovers at least consider?
A bit of biopunk. For the first prompt, unless it's not quite close enough to count.Spoiler: Complex (click to show/hide)
Totally unrelated side-note: I'm almost certain there's a forumite called Reckless Adder kicking around somewhere....
What about having it come in love, and then find only hatred in human hearts? Turning away in disgust, it leaves our planet.
Or somesuch. Good idea, even if it does remind me of a Futurama episode :P
Dunno the name of it.yep thats the one
Basically, many tentacles making weird love to each person. Then, they go live on the tentacle-owner in another universe. Fry is the High-priest or somesuch
A litle something I'd posted in the random things thread.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
So many sad stories lately. Good, but sad.I'm assuming a lot of us are introverts. Therefore we're not so comfortable writing about "happy" subjects :)
:/Urg? What?
Urg.
Nice story.
I really like that, Giglamesh. Missed it the first time around, really glad Prudent Viper quoted it.
Totally unrelated side-note: I'm almost certain there's a forumite called Reckless Adder kicking around somewhere.
So many sad stories lately. Good, but sad.Hey, mine's not sad!
/me hugs Worldmaster for making a story about him.So many sad stories lately. Good, but sad.Hey, mine's not sad!
Well, the prompt was about losing something, and the most interesting losses are generally sad.
And it's actually ImpulsiveAdder, but I was close.I'll have to send him a pm. We virtual snakes need to stick together.
Prudent viperI love that 9 avatarIt's an excellent film. Clearly, you are a man of impeccable taste.
NINE :))Prudent viperI love that 9 avatarIt's an excellent film. Clearly, you are a man of impeccable taste.
*tips hat.NINE :))Prudent viperI love that 9 avatarIt's an excellent film. Clearly, you are a man of impeccable taste.
You have an excellent avatar.
Now make an excellent prompt ;3
Seriously, thanks is less than enough. I loved all dem stories back there
Oh jeez, the deadline's coming up already and I myself haven't written anything.
I should abandon my double prompts gimmick, but then again I like doing mad libs.
A Story of AdventureSpoiler (click to show/hide)
That's cliche and nobody cares about that.I think Hugo meant writing longer than a sentence about showing it. :P
I think I'm going to make a NaNoWriMo thread. Anyone interested?
I might be a little distracted but I'll definitely make an OP tomorrow. This'll be my first at NaNo.I think I'm going to make a NaNoWriMo thread. Anyone interested?
Still planning on throwing that up?
I personally love NaNoWriMo. I've been writing ~2k daily on short fiction for a little while already thanks to the discipline I picked up from last year's NaNo. I suppose I'll be switching over to a novel again for November. I have a few short fics that I can give the second draft treatment midway through the month, so at least my short fiction production won't come to a total standstill or drain me too much to write for NaNo.
I might be a little distracted but I'll definitely make an OP tomorrow. This'll be my first at NaNo.
So did the writing prompt things stop or can someone pick that back up?
/me flops
SCHOOL IS TERRIBLE
...i love you
It was...
Was talking a of the other comments .-.
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It was...
Um.When you say impaired do you mean like hard of hearing or completely deaf
I'm still too tired to grade anything, but have prompts anyways. These aren't official.
1. The narrator has impaired senses.
2. A story without any sentient entity.
3. A story where a universe is created.
1. The narrator has impaired senses.Huh. My novel is on that very subject.
/me pokes ObjectiveJNFAJLKAWNFKAWRPAWIRPAMWKRAWRA;RASF'LK
/me pokes Objective
Would this be a place to brain storm my idea for a short story or should I do that somewhere else?
Would this be a place to brain storm my idea for a short story or should I do that somewhere else?
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Seems kind of silly. Killing potential customers... a much more 'sensible' approach would be to enforce chipping by law, then having those who don't get chipped prosecuted by law. Boom. More revenue, less pointless evil for evil's sake. 30% is a huge quantity of the population. Taking out that much of the workforce would crash the economy and basically make everything worse for everyone, chipped and non.
This also assumes the military's soldiers themselves are ok with just killing a bunch of civvies for no valid reason. Even today, soldiers are taught to not go around committing war crimes.
How rubbish are the military at killing a bunch of kids? You'd think they'd just lock down the spaceport against the presumably lightly/unarmed non-chipped. Lets look at Auschwitz. 1.1 million people were put in there, 144 escaped. Thats ~0.01%. So with future tech to help the military, hundreds of people escaping seems a little off.
Why are the non-augments fighting to shut down augments totally? Presumably they have some kind of positive effect, or people wouldn't have them in the first place. What does this implant actually do?
That sounds like you could make something that fits both prompts and is totally awesome.
I'd actually work on something for that but my laptop is borked again and I don't know how to fix it. ;_;
He's talking about the prompts, not an individual story. He's suggesting that the prompts could be merged to make one story that would be good.That sounds like you could make something that fits both prompts and is totally awesome.
I'd actually work on something for that but my laptop is borked again and I don't know how to fix it. ;_;
Who?
Completely unprompt related, but I was struck by the urge to write something that wasn't work, so decided to write up an intro for a forum game that may be run after xmas. No massive spoilers, more a setting thing, just for the concern of anyone who might be interested :PSpoiler (click to show/hide)
In addition to pure literary criticism, I'd also appreciate it if people could tell me how clearly it gets setting info across, as I know I can be quite opaque at times.
Fniff, your story was brilliant. I had only intended to read a paragraph or two, but your way of writing had me hooked. Either that can be exactly what you wanted to hear or it could frustrate you as it doesn't facilitate genuine constructive criticism.That's extremely nice of you, thanks. The writing style in that was like a fairy tale. Or at least, it tried to be like one. A dry and matter-of-fact description of a terrible and unusual event.
A humble but open room, far withdrawn from the vast coldness of space. Even still, little sound was heard amongst the artificial ambiance that its equipment created, as the room was scarcely occupied by a living soul.
I actually really liked it. Surreal!I already formatted it, but reddit broke it.
Just fix up the grammar ("Does your friends" and a couple of others) and put the dialogue on new lines, so it's technically perfect and it'll be excellent.
ruman rights.0_o
We brought in tractor, dike and furrowed earth
And with our metal beasts, we rent the ground-
That which begat us, sang to us,
We killed and stilled its sound.
The peaceful vales, the noisome dells
Both river and the crying bird.
The washed-clean fells like ringing bells
Blow forth, and so the falling rain is heard.
How bad is my english, please? inb4: my story about literature and writingFtfy! :P
I'm not a native English speaker, and on my daily routine I use English just to read forums, play games, watch movies, etc. I also read literature, but this is on a small scale since it can be very tiring after some hours. I usually don't write much, and I feel ((Like?))that people get used to seeing non native speakers talking in English all the time, so trying to correct anything got a little out of ((the?)) fashion, which is a shame for the people who want to perfect their grasp on the language.
I always was a wannabe writer, since I was like 10yo I loved literature and liked to build fantastic worlds, in some years I got a little ashamed of these ideas, thinking these were too stupid or child-like. So when I got like 15/16 yo I never tried to write anything anymore, I liked to read other peoples' stories and try to change little things to make it feel perfect to me, but every time I tried to write something original I got that 'this is really stupid' feeling and dropped on the first paragraphs.
Turns out that I got over that hobby, whilst I still had the literature passion, the writing fever had gone. Some months ago, though, it returned, but with my old feeling that my ideas are stupid and I shouldn't even bother. Maybe I became a little too pretentious after reading some ''high literature'', or maybe I just realized that I'm not a good writer and probably will never be one, so why even try to write something that will be garbage?
Do you guys ever feel something like that? this feeling that your main plot is just straight stupid? It is funny, because sometimes I just try to write some scenes like "a guy sits in a waiting room thinking about bullshiting and enjoying the music" it can get some lines and I feel really good about what I can get off, but when I need to take another action to link this scene with anything more I just can't even :P
Also, I would like to know how awful my English is, I usually write in my native language, but it is really hard to find some people to share and trade ideas outside of English boards and sites, so I get even ((a little?)) less motivated
pls, be harsh, but just enough, I seriously have no idea how good is my grammar, I think my vocabulary is pretty small though
do you guys ever felt something like that? this feeling that you main plot is just straight stupid? it is funny, because sometimes I just try to write some scenes like "a guy sit on a waiting room thinking about bullshiting and enjoying the music" it can get some lines and I feel really good about what I can get off, but when I need to take another action to link this scene with anything more I just can't even :P
I'm willing to extend the competition if somebody actually, y'know, submit something.
Are we still on the "becoming a guardian" one? I've been out of the loop for a while.
@Dwarfy: I assume that's meant to come off as very formal. I wouldn't use numerals in that situation, especially for such small numbers- it throws off my immersion, at least, to go from formally constructed speech to numbers (doing it in dialog would, in my less than humble opinion, be inexcusable). It's a bit odd in terms of background plot- ice barbarians, sure, but who is this guy with recurring dreams of losing his place?
Otherwise, I like it. The sophisticated construction might get tiring to read after a while, though.
So I got an email from my hopeful course in creative writing. To get in, I must:And then go for an interview.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Which one would y'all choose? I've semi made up my mind, but I want to see what the common opinion would be.
So I got an email from my hopeful course in creative writing. To get in, I must:And then go for an interview.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Which one would y'all choose? I've semi made up my mind, but I want to see what the common opinion would be.
I'm a little confused as to the format of this thread. Do I have to respond to the prompts that are given? Or can I just post anything for critique (its what I did earlier, but I'm scared that's not what I was supposed to do)?
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Uh... Hi,
I've been doing some writing lately and while I've always been interested in writing I've never really gotten the hang of it I suppose. Anyway, if you'd like to read some of what I've done have a look here and critique. Be harsh, very harsh.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Oh! I almost forgot what is your view on fanfiction?
Uh... Hi,
I've been doing some writing lately and while I've always been interested in writing I've never really gotten the hang of it I suppose. Anyway, if you'd like to read some of what I've done have a look here and critique. Be harsh, very harsh.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Oh! I almost forgot what is your view on fanfiction?
A couple of things.
First of all, and I think i'm probably guilty of this too, two words thrown together to create a new word usually results in a cheese-sounding fictional vocabulary. You're guys' opinions may be different, but I STRONGLY advocate either using portmanteaus, combining words based on their roots, or really just any other way than just sliding them next to each other.
Secondly, to just get some opinions here. If you ended up reading what I was posting did you like it? I get the sense that you fellows find it rather dispassionate. If not, would you continue reading?
Of course, in asking for a "review" of sorts, I'll leave one in return:QuoteUh... Hi,
I've been doing some writing lately and while I've always been interested in writing I've never really gotten the hang of it I suppose. Anyway, if you'd like to read some of what I've done have a look here and critique. Be harsh, very harsh.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Oh! I almost forgot what is your view on fanfiction?
Firstly, in a very general sense, i'm against fanfiction. There are times when I don't mind it (this, presumably, being one, because I have no connection to its universe), but generally fanfiction is just more-of-the-same. I don't want to read an extremely similar story with similar characters doing similar things in the same universe. I find fan fiction okay when it adds to the atmosphere and helps you imagine the larger world... ESPECIALLY when it doesn't mention the main/side/tertiary characters of the canon too much/at all. (but when does that ever happen?)
Anyways, review stuff:
As a reader, I'm drawn in initially, but like Arx said, "Your plotline is, unfortunately, fairly clichéd." However, if that's what you like who am I to judge? The REAL problem I think lies in the pace of the story. It's fast. It's Barry Allen fast.
First of all, give us more background. I want to know EVERYTHING about this village, even things I didn't want to know about it. Then, develop this whole "bullied" thing a bit. Make me hate this Stephen fellow. Ya know, character development. Same goes for the rest of the non-POV characters, and especially Aaron's family. Aaron himself is at the same level of "needing more describing", but being the POV main character, you have a lot of time to explore his background/character, so it's OKAY not to give it all up at the get go.
Dialogue. Besides what Arx said, I like it. It might be cliche, but for the most part it's good. The few things that stand out are it's halting nature (god so many commas), and the sometimes awkward phrasing (most noticeable in Farren's lines).
To sum it up, it's fine, but it needs work. Despite the Cliches and the writing-side problems, if you keep at it it can be great. Of course, it's not without it's good parts: The way you describe magic is pretty good, and gives you a good indication of what it means in that world to be a magic user. Also, Ferran is a good character. (And also the stuff Arx said)
Uh... Hi,
I've been doing some writing lately and while I've always been interested in writing I've never really gotten the hang of it I suppose. Anyway, if you'd like to read some of what I've done have a look here and critique. Be harsh, very harsh.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Oh! I almost forgot what is your view on fanfiction?
First, I like well-written fanfiction that doesn't alter the events of canon. It's a way to fill the gaping hole left in my soul when I finish something and know I will never get to have that particular experience again.
Second, your story.
/me cracks knuckles.
In dialogue, write each speaker's parts on a new line.
There are a number of minor grammatical errors and typos in your story. Things like "than" instead of "then", "quite" instead of "quiet". A couple of passes after writing it should clean up most of those, though, so no worries.
Your flow is the most glaring problem. It feels like everything is happening in one contiguous sequence, right on top of each other. That's partly related to not having the dialogue spaced out, though.
What's the peach wood table got to do with anything? It feels like unnecessary information that was just wedged in.
I liked the innkeeper's accent.
Your plotline is, unfortunately, fairly clichéd. I'm not sure how to redeem that.
There you go. That's by no means everything, but it's a start.
Keep reading, keep writing, keep reading.
Thanks Urist McScoopbeard and Arx for looking at the piece.snip
Thanks for the review and you have some interesting thoughts on fanfiction. Anyway, yeah I know it's a bit fast (who am I kidding it's way to fast and I need to harness this power to travel through time) and I think that this stems partly from the fact that I've never felt that I'm good at writing introductions and tend to speed through them and also laziness, so yeah I'll go back and try to fix this. Also, two many comma's? I guess I agree, how do you think I should fix this? Should I just brush up on my grammar?snip
Thanks for the review, Arx. I did believe that I had fixed most, if not all of the grammatical errors that you pointed out, so thanks for pointing them out. With the dialogue on a new line thing, I actually thought that you only did that if there was dialogue on the same line, but I suppose that you learn new things every day. Yeah, the peachwood table wasn't needed and probably shouldn't be there but I did like it. I do have some ideas for making the plot non-clichéd so I'll write a few of those up to see what you guys think. The tip about reading and writing is good too, one only gets better with practice.
Oh, btw I asked about fanfiction not because this is a fanfiction but because I'm interested in it at the moment.
Repulsion: It's my understanding that the new line should always start with a capital letter, but I'm sure that's not a hard and fast rule. Might even be something my teacher forced down our throats.
Here's a story I did for my creative writing class, I'm not sure I like it but I figured I'd get some more feedback.Spoiler: Greenland (click to show/hide)
Okay then!Spoiler: Blood on an Axe (click to show/hide)
Both prompts. I'm not sure if the sad ending would have been better, and if the 'antagonist' has enough of a motive.
You know how the old-school depiction of hackers is that they always wear sunglasses, even though that makes no sense? And leather trenchcoats and stuff?
I had the idea that that was a type of memetic image that resulted in death to those who saw it. It could only be displayed on an image above certain resolutions.
The hacker's sunglasses are actually specially designed. They distort the memetic image enough it doesn't trigger the brain impulses that lead to death.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
So I made a setting. Look around you - how many big (or small) high definition (e.g above early CRT) screens do you have? What if they all suddenly showed an image that if you saw it, you died, convulsing? A lot of people would die. Coupled with an economy mainly moved off-world or to more advanced robotics, there's not many jobs available. Displays have regressed to old, crappy style, where there's no risk of malignant code displaying a screenshock image.
I'd appreciate a better name than screenshock, but it's the best i could come up with on short notice.
The protector prompt:Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Okay, I found two more. This is hard.
We might make fun of you, but at least it will be good natured ribbing. I've written poems for a woman myself, but, err, they probably aren't safe to post here.Roses are red
Okay, I found two more. This is hard.
Come to a decision?
Do any of you have advice on writing horror, specifically survival horror with the pov of a child?
Its for a quest I want to run on the Sufficient Velocity forums and it's going to be focused on more... Otherworldly monsters. Things that are just wrong.Do any of you have advice on writing horror, specifically survival horror with the pov of a child?
Can you expand on this a little?
Lovecraftian?Sorta, but only if you really start delving deep. So long as the players only scratch the surface and don't mess around with the Geas or Circle (binding oneself with promises to try and resist fey creatures and borderline pagan superstition/habits/rites) too much they shouldn't take too high a SAN loss.
Do any of you have advice on writing horror, specifically survival horror with the pov of a child?Writing from the pov of a child is hard because kids see things in fundamentally different ways then adults. Here, watch this:
You know how the old-school depiction of hackers is that they always wear sunglasses, even though that makes no sense? And leather trenchcoats and stuff?
I had the idea that that was a type of memetic image that resulted in death to those who saw it. It could only be displayed on an image above certain resolutions.
The hacker's sunglasses are actually specially designed. They distort the memetic image enough it doesn't trigger the brain impulses that lead to death.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
So I made a setting. Look around you - how many big (or small) high definition (e.g above early CRT) screens do you have? What if they all suddenly showed an image that if you saw it, you died, convulsing? A lot of people would die. Coupled with an economy mainly moved off-world or to more advanced robotics, there's not many jobs available. Displays have regressed to old, crappy style, where there's no risk of malignant code displaying a screenshock image.
I'd appreciate a better name than screenshock, but it's the best i could come up with on short notice.
The protector prompt:The intro dream sequence was a bit confusing. You might want to just simply state that he was dreaming, since otherwise the reader is unsure what the story is actually about. Apart from that, this was a solid story. For a moment I even thought the girl would have been killed off, so personally I would say that a way to add more sense of urgency to the combat is to keep the in harm's way longer, if you want to.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Can we do both prompts in one?Spoiler: Both prompts (click to show/hide)
Ooh, interesting. I'd also recommend reading some of Lovecraft's works - after all, he pioneered the genre. Haunter in the Dark I remember as a good one, Rats in the Walls, etc.Sure thing man.
Also, could you shoot me a link once you've got the game set up? I'm interested in this.
-glorious amount of help-Thanks!
Okay then!Spoiler: Blood on an Axe (click to show/hide)
Both prompts. I'm not sure if the sad ending would have been better, and if the 'antagonist' has enough of a motive.
I think this is the only submission for the contest.
I can only see this fulfilling the guardian prompt, since I don't really see any particular victory. I'm also particularly confused why the undead was suddenly put out of commission. Most parts of the story is solid, but like I said, a lot of the details are kind of confusing. Are the little girl's assailants human? I mean, they have arrows, but they also bit her? This really confuses me.
Whilst I appreciate "winning," Objective, wasn't Arx in the running too?hhhhhhhh
Okay then!Spoiler: Blood on an Axe (click to show/hide)
Both prompts. I'm not sure if the sad ending would have been better, and if the 'antagonist' has enough of a motive.
I think this is the only submission for the contest.
Don't worry, I'm sure no one would mind a reassessment, if you feel up to it :P
To be honest, I don't really know what to say for a criticism. It seems churlish to mention the ambiguous antagonist, but I guess that's one thing I can mention. You should try coming up with explanation for what this business about the 'heir' is, because right now it all seemed a bit unrealistic.I'm willing to extend the competition if somebody actually, y'know, submit something.
Okay then!Spoiler: Blood on an Axe (click to show/hide)
Both prompts. I'm not sure if the sad ending would have been better, and if the 'antagonist' has enough of a motive.
Well damn my nerves, I wrote her a short page about how I love her and don't write much and how I'm a lucky guy for getting someone who can stand being around me this long. Didn't giver her the poem I was hoping to give her...
Wooing women
But I've already wooed her, we've been dating for almost a year now and it's both of (us's?) first relationship.
I just wanted to do something special, though she still liked the little note
Deadline's next Sunday.
Mirror shards
I should pick them up and try to see which way they go but
Puzzle pieces
How do they fit together? I don't know which way they go
Shards of glass
Seems like a lot of trouble just to pick them up,
Like I'd cut my fingers but
I don't know which way they go, how they fit together
It's probably just from lack of trying
But I don't know which way they go
I'll take it to mind. It came about as mental vomit on the frustrations of ADHD.
That was excellent, Cheesecake. Really. I don't get into poetry much, but that was the first time I felt a piece of poetry just... Fit perfectly.Spoiler: Ripple (click to show/hide)
Yeah, I don't know what I'm writing. Just really wanted to write poetry for some reason. It's about a guy who got mad at his boss and got fired, his life sucked, but he turned it around, blah blah. It's really cliche and everything. I don't know if you can write poetry for the prompt, but if you can, then this is my entry. If you can't, well, then it isn't and it's just for fun.
I feel really brain-dead. It took me more than an hour just to write that.
Spoiler: Prompt 1, FINISHED! (click to show/hide)
Prompt 1Spoiler: Karma is a truthful lie (click to show/hide)
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This was intended to be a bit of an experiment in writing in the style of the Bantu oral tradition. It, uh, didn't exactly play out like that.
I'm not sure whether I like it; I'd really appreciate any criticism anyone feels like throwing at it.
Also I guess it's kind of for Prompt One.
Spoiler: Ripple (click to show/hide)
Yeah, I don't know what I'm writing. Just really wanted to write poetry for some reason. It's about a guy who got mad at his boss and got fired, his life sucked, but he turned it around, blah blah. It's really cliche and everything. I don't know if you can write poetry for the prompt, but if you can, then this is my entry. If you can't, well, then it isn't and it's just for fun.
I feel really brain-dead. It took me more than an hour just to write that.
I'm not qualified to give critique, but I really liked it. The action is done really well.Yay! Self esteem+!
Spoiler: Poem? (click to show/hide)
Somehow, modernist poetry has grown on me.
Nice! Though, I like a bit of rhyme personally.Spoiler: Poem? (click to show/hide)
Somehow, modernist poetry has grown on me.
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Whipped this up in five minutes just to see if I could.
It's the first poem I've ever written, and is likely to be the last.
-snip-"He quickly stopped laughing and yelled out, 'YOU DON’T BELIEVE ME! DO YOU?'" The improper use of pronouns make it seem like it was the guard outside the door that yelled, which is hilarious to me. Inserting a she between and/yelled would fix that. I'd like it if you let me submit an edited draft of the whole thing.
The short is pretty awesome, but aren't you screwing up tenses in the first line? I'd swear there's something off about "but was already rising to its feet by the time I rack another shell into the chamber."You're correct there, it seems/ I have a problem with shifting tenses as I write, and apparently I didn't fix the start.
"One looks sick with sick with fear"Woops. Good catch.
Not sure if that's intentional
A short story about Miss Hound, part of the UK's Etheric Control Service, who is not very fond of her job.
Etheric is a term used for ethereal beings - spirits, monsters, etc.Spoiler: Etheric Control Service (click to show/hide)
A short story about Miss Hound, part of the UK's Etheric Control Service, who is not very fond of her job.
Etheric is a term used for ethereal beings - spirits, monsters, etc.Spoiler: Etheric Control Service (click to show/hide)
This is really cool! Is it based off of or inspired by an existing series?
Any other comments besides bad grammar for 'Citrus Fruit Talk to Her'?
It was a bad idea for my partner to let me write this :p
Post away!
Oh jeez. Do I just...write a lil story?Or a poem!
Can anyone suggest a prompt? In my Agriculture class, we have to write a story about a plant-less society and how it would work out. The rules were pretty freeform, too; we can basically make animals that are able to derive the oxygen molecules from vaporized H²O. I think it'd be interesting to see what other people can come up with, but I'm not sure if I'm allowed to suggest prompts 'for the bored' or anything.
Can anyone suggest a prompt? In my Agriculture class, we have to write a story about a plant-less society and how it would work out. The rules were pretty freeform, too; we can basically make animals that are able to derive the oxygen molecules from vaporized H²O. I think it'd be interesting to see what other people can come up with, but I'm not sure if I'm allowed to suggest prompts 'for the bored' or anything.
Can anyone suggest a prompt? In my Agriculture class, we have to write a story about a plant-less society and how it would work out. The rules were pretty freeform, too; we can basically make animals that are able to derive the oxygen molecules from vaporized H²O. I think it'd be interesting to see what other people can come up with, but I'm not sure if I'm allowed to suggest prompts 'for the bored' or anything.Interesting. I might throw something together if I have enough time to do so. I'd be interested in it beyond the immediate problem of O2. Is this supposed to be sort of a futuristic, getting rid of all of the plants slowly, or a situation where we evolved without any plants?
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I'm really not happy with it, but eh.
I started writing a thing yesterday, and now it's 14 pages (~4500 words) long. When it's finished, I want it to be a nonfiction story about how growing up in a technological age, surrounded by the Internet has affected my growth and development as an individual. I'm wondering if people at large would be interested in that sort of thing, because I'm thinking I might actually have enough to publish an eBook by the time I reach the present day. Currently it covers the first eight or so years of my life in very rough detail.
Growing Up Digital (http://docs.google.com/document/d/15WCvvGf-wSHDO4sHnjleryCTSvFNDh5JSvj9Aj5o3VE/edit?usp=sharing)
Thank you very much, that was very encouraging :D I've reached a really hazy point in my memories, so yeah I'll probably need to do a little digging before I can write anything more from the point that I'm at. I might skip ahead a bit for the sake of keeping my pace up. I'll primarily be working on that Google document, so you can read there for any changes :D
I worry that I'm being too dramatic. Especially when I'm describing Halo and Runescape and how much of an impact they had on me, I can imagine people cringing at how obsessed I was over those games. At the same time though, I feel like it's necessary to get across the point that these had a big influence on shaping myself and how I view the world.
It's been a good long while since I was last in this thread (I blame my current job blocking the forums). I'm in the process of writing several different things that I hope will eventually turn into stories, but here's what I've currently got of my most recent one (any thoughts/criticisms/etc. welcome):
I'd just like to observe that I personally absolutely detest that style of critiquing. Everything that follows is entirely based on opinion:
I can't speak for everyone, obviously, but to me it looks like you've basically reworked the piece to use your writing voice, which is bad. Also, you've edited according to a completely arbitrary set of rules. So, uh, you've edited it to be in a combination of your voice and George Orwell's, which I'm inclined to say will only stifle creativity in writing style. Also, I know that I much prefer to be able to rework my own stories, and not be handed an edited version for two reasons: the first is that you as the editor don't understand the subtleties of the author's intentions, and the second is that it's (for me) better for improvement to work over the piece personally. (And I don't even know what this counts as except not particularly mature, but I find it amusing that you used the passive voice to criticise their use of passive voice. Was that intentional?)
I am by no means going to tell you not to do that, but I am going to ask that you not do it to my stories. Everything you said apart from the edited version I'm okay with, though.
Oh, I have no objection whatsoever to you critiquing my stories. I'd just prefer you didn't edit them. I guess it bothers me in part because I tend to choose my words very carefully based on connotations and stuff and be pretty protective of my writing. It's not just a statement that certain things need to be improved, it's a statement that you know exactly how to improve the things.
I tend towards thinking the strictures of the language you're writing in are the only hard-and-fast rules of writing, and even those aren't hard or fast. This kind of conflicts with editing things according to a set of rules, even a good one. It's like editing poetry so that all the lines are end stopped and it rhymes in couplets; it's not inherently bad poetry, but...
I'm okay with rules, but thoroughly against following them in all circumstances and as though they cannot cause problems.
Please, critique away. As I said, everything you said that wasn't the editing I am okay with (and agree with), and I can see the reasoning behind the editing. I just have something of a knee-jerk reaction to a) rules claiming to be universally improving and b) editing of more than grammar. The latter is probably because almost all of my experience with it in my own stories has been bad.
On consideration, I should really just have gone with cherrypicking your edits if you did edit one of my stories and not brought this up. Oh well.
I'd just like to observe that I personally absolutely detest that style of critiquing. Everything that follows is entirely based on opinion:To me it seemed like an objective criticism (except for the bits about cliched mannerisms). He makes fundamental points using constructive editing. Run on sentences are grammatical errors and objectively wrong. It's no different than pointing out the mistakes with your finger and telling him about it. And aside from that, since when are we not supposed to offer our subjective opinions on a piece of writing based on the way we write?
I can't speak for everyone, obviously, but to me it looks like you've basically reworked the piece to use your writing voice, which is bad. Also, you've edited according to a completely arbitrary set of rules. So, uh, you've edited it to be in a combination of your voice and George Orwell's, which I'm inclined to say will only stifle creativity in writing style. Also, I know that I much prefer to be able to rework my own stories, and not be handed an edited version for two reasons: the first is that you as the editor don't understand the subtleties of the author's intentions, and the second is that it's (for me) better for improvement to work over the piece personally. (And I don't even know what this counts as except not particularly mature, but I find it amusing that you used the passive voice to criticise their use of passive voice. Was that intentional?)
I am by no means going to tell you not to do that, but I am going to ask that you not do it to my stories. Everything you said apart from the edited version I'm okay with, though.
There's a reason my post is liberally scattered with emphasis on the fact that it's my opinion, and why I'd rather not be critiqued like that. I explained why I disliked it, and in my second post said that I would actually probably be okay with it.
At no point did I say it was objecticely bad, or at least I tried very hard to avoid giving that impression, and I stated repeatedly that I was okay with things like grammatical editing and that I agreed with the meat of their critique. I was very much triyng not to make it seem like they shouldn't ever offer criticism like that, but rather explain why I personally dislike it.
bahihs and everyone else, I apologise; this was poorly thought through. Can we go back to writing?
Well, for what it's worth, I appreciate the time you put into looking at my piece bahihs - thanks.
Looking over your edits, I've got a problem with using too many adverbs - it's a known problem, which tends to come up in my first drafts. I also tend to repeat words, although it looks like I managed to mostly avoid that particular pitfall this time around.
I have a bit of a cognitive bias against adjectives in that I think that the more you use them the more you tell and don't show. There's some basis in fact in it, but mostly it's just being picky. It is however, a good exercise to partake in; wherever you see an adjective in the story see if you can describe the action in a sentence or two to paint a more vivid image.
If you don't like poetry, take some flash fiction:
I've already had a workshop on this last piece and it's become apparent that there are some errors in paragraph formatting, which I have yet to fix, and also that it needs some cleaning up. But I figured i'd post it anyways. The original story was just about Diego and his sandals, but thing just kind of changed. I think I might rewrite it to focus more on the sandals and fix some POV problems.
Anyways, have fun, go to town, etc. etc. always looking for critique.
Thanks for the critique and the compliment! Super helpful actually. Just have to collate with with what my teacher has written now.
As for poetry, its cool that you don't want to critique it, but if I may ask, do you like more classical structure in poetry or are you all about that free verse poetry?
@Th4DwArfY1I finished Lord of the Rings two years ago about this time of year, and my favourite parts were the poems. So I started trying to write, and read some poetry too.
I'm curious, what or who are your favorite poems/poets? Your poems are very advanced when it comes to meter and rhyme; I'm curious to know who has bled on you.
@Th4DwArfY1I finished Lord of the Rings two years ago about this time of year, and my favourite parts were the poems. So I started trying to write, and read some poetry too.
I'm curious, what or who are your favorite poems/poets? Your poems are very advanced when it comes to meter and rhyme; I'm curious to know who has bled on you.
I love Tennyson's Forward the Light Brigade,
Some of Yeat's stuff,
Do Not go Gentle Into That Good Night. (The only Thomas poem I like)
Walter de la Mare's The Listener's
Wordsworth (Daffodils!)
T.S Eliot's Wasteland.
And for a bit of variety, the odd Gerarld Manley Hopkins.
As a rule, I like ordered poetry with good rhymes that interweave well with the plot/story/theme. As a result, I suppose I try to shadow the classical greats. I'm particulary fond of some of the Romantic era poetry. The idealised view of the world is refreshing given today's cynicism.
I posted this one a while back, but I don't think anyone gave me any critique on it. It's significantly more rhythmical with more consistent meter. Though the last verse diverges from the format entirely. But you might enjoy this one more. So here:Spoiler (click to show/hide)
On the topic of structured versus free verse, I think I agree with you Bahihs, but what I write is generally a bit more free verse-y. In terms of actual structure, rhythm, and rhyming though I love Poe, Dickinson, and also Whitman. I also like tolkien's poetry. Once poems become aggressively rhyme-y or repetitive, even if they maintain their meaning/story, they lose me.
EDIT: Though I think I feel like writing something I little more well structured and rhyming.
So I wrote a thing. It seems kinda meh, though...
So I'm trying to work on my descriptiveness, help wanted, coments and criticism welcome.
Any specific grammar that needs work or just all of it? I understand it was painful to read but thank you for whoever reads it and can give helpful comments.
Spoiler: My edits to the story (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: My edits to the story (click to show/hide)
Hmm. So mostly you're edits look pretty good, but a few puzzle me. In particular, many of them seem like they're designed to make the writing sound more generic, and less characterised? I went ahead and selected the relevant sections in red. Is this a thing people are advised to do when writing? Because I was actually going in rather the opposite direction with this snippet, and trying to exaggerate that kind of thing.
Spoiler: Prompt 1, FINISHED! (click to show/hide)
Prompt 1Spoiler: Karma is a truthful lie (click to show/hide)
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This was intended to be a bit of an experiment in writing in the style of the Bantu oral tradition. It, uh, didn't exactly play out like that.
I'm not sure whether I like it; I'd really appreciate any criticism anyone feels like throwing at it.
Also I guess it's kind of for Prompt One.
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Yeah, I don't know what I'm writing. Just really wanted to write poetry for some reason. It's about a guy who got mad at his boss and got fired, his life sucked, but he turned it around, blah blah. It's really cliche and everything. I don't know if you can write poetry for the prompt, but if you can, then this is my entry. If you can't, well, then it isn't and it's just for fun.
I feel really brain-dead. It took me more than an hour just to write that.
Hey people, I'm not doing anything for a contest, but I do have a bit of writing I've been thinking about for a while.
I too wish to be critiqued. Anybody know any sites where the main thingy is writing projects, like deviant art but writing.
Here's the short story. All the tags in there are mainly to help me remember what I was doing, I might get rid of them later.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
EDIT: I am bad with names so I just use ones I've used over and over in many different things. It's not supposed to be me.
Yeah, I try not to judge much on the grammar side of it because that's the sort of thing you hire an editor to help you out when you try to publish things. You can't get an editor to help you improve on your creative writing, however.
Unless you want H.P. Lovecraft turning your high fantasy into horror.
@Bahihs, since i'm not a very frequent poster I don't want to say much, but I would like to say that if you really want to judge creative writing, then judge the creative side of it. I.E. Plot, character development, and generally stuff more related to good stories rather than good spelling and grammar. Of course, if spelling and grammar in a story are exceptionally bad, to the point that is significantly ruining the story, than by all means comment on it, and of course i'm not all against it in critique, especially since we all can't have our own editors, but if you're going write that critique then also critique the craft elements.
I mean, what's important is the story. A great story, even with less-then-great punctuation/grammar/spelling etc. is still very enjoyable. You yourself are undertaking a world building project and should understand that it's the idea that matters most. In the end, I'd just like to throw in my two cents and say I wouldn't want this thread become the "Spell Check & Paper Editing" thread.
(The soft word limit I fully endorse, because frankly, I believe my creative writing teacher went mad looong ago from reading endless short stories. Either way, if you take over, best of luck friend.)
Yeah, I try not to judge much on the grammar side of it because that's the sort of thing you hire an editor to help you out when you try to publish things. You can't get an editor to help you improve on your creative writing, however.
Unless you want H.P. Lovecraft turning your high fantasy into horror.
I'd be nice if we can go on Google or whatever and discuss each submissions with each other. Normally I do that with Tiruin but she's usually too busy nowadays. I'm very indecisive when I do them by myself.
Cast doubts away and find the certainty
That hides within each mind,
You know just what I mean, life is a tapestry
That can reveal or blind.
Two things I found today, one sad the other glad
And I will truss them up in threads of gold
And keep them there, the good and bad,
Until I'm stooped and old.
Death came on wings of black and stole away
A piece of me, but gave me back
A piece of day.
But why?
I've tried to cast my doubts away, but hear the wings
The thud, thud thud of doom
Inside my head it is, it rings
And fills the darkened room.
I've tried to find my certainty within the tapestry,
But ropes of colour hold me there
And blind me to the good, show me the misery;
The evil that has robbed me of the fair.
Darkness creeps upon the stair
And whiteness creeps within my hair,
But is it youth or age or care
And should I be happy, or beware?
Warhammer 40k fanfic about the Administratum, written by a retired expedition captain.Spoiler: Paperwork (click to show/hide)
Comments and critique are welcome! Mostly just wanted to get this down from mind to canvas.
I liked the end of "Paperwork" too, but I do think it dwelled too much on the military strategy of the platoon and too little about the absurdity of sending military troops down to retrieve paperwork. I also think there needs to be a better reason for why the mutants are down there too. That ruined the immersion for me.
This just happened to me in a game. If you can guess which one it is, you win a cookie....I did not come here looking for agar fanfic. However, you have made me pleased that this is a thing.Spoiler: SVEN IS LIFE: A Story of Worship and Hunger (click to show/hide)
Anyway. I believe I have to give two new prompts? Here they are:I'm not a native english speaker, so I guess I might be jumping on a lion's cage but I want to try it. If my grammar is so bad that you can't read or my phrase so awkward that you cringe please tell me, I have no idea were my english are at the moment (although I'm certain that my grammar is far for perfect and my vocabulary not big enough).
1. Write something funny about something serious and taboo (e.g genocide, infanticide, cannibalism, torture etc.)
2. Take the dullest/most ordinary occupation you can think of (e.g plumber) add something fantastical (e.g aliens) and then write about it
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A random idea I had:
A bereaved parent uses crowdfunding to raise money for a reward to catch their child's murderer
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#nofilter
Spoiler: Grumpylump (click to show/hide)
I don't know what I'm writing really. Just tired.
Spoiler: Grumpylump (click to show/hide)
I don't know what I'm writing really. Just tired.
Damn. You should write while tired more often :P. Seriously, I liked this story, I liked it a lot.
#nofilter
I lol'ed.Spoiler: Grumpylump (click to show/hide)
I don't know what I'm writing really. Just tired.
Spoiler: Don't even know anymore (click to show/hide)
What's the policy of this thread (or, rather, the helpful people here giving comments-criticism) on longer pieces? Asking someone to spend time and energy on something that takes more than ten minutes to read is a bit much, I know, but I'd like feedback on more than a single scene or short story. I've got a 6800-word start of a novel, a 20,000-word 1/3-novel and one 8000-word start of a novel that would probably benefit from a critical eye.
I have some single scenes to throw here, too, of course. I've been ignoring this thread for way too long anyway. It's a nice place.
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What I recommend, though, is for that little description of the odd family to have sparse details when they take the order, and then more twisted, crude, ugly details once they start holding up the line. When you say they had "big, soft, brown eyes", that really contrasted against how you revealed your feelings about their actions near the end. This is a small nitpick, though, as I liked how you took this rather mundane evil many of us experience and crafted it into a worthwhile story. I enjoyed reading it.
So can I submit one of my forum games/interactive stories for review here?
"Grab the book, magazine, or newspaper nearest you and open up to a random page. Start your story with the first line at the top of the page and end your story with the last line at the bottom of the page."
So can I submit one of my forum games/interactive stories for review here?
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-snip-Always capitalise the singular I.
i actually removed the horse bit because i thought it took away from the fluidity.
It could use a pass for typos and grammar ('its' possesive doesn't take an apostrophe, for instance).
Remember to show, not tell. Especially with the greenery - rather than adding a statement about it, mention that the bushes were 'lush' or 'thriving' (or such a term) and let the implications fill the reader in.
The most useful thing to do in almost every situation is to read, and think about what the author is doing and why they do it. Look for good books, especially in styles and genres you don't read much.
Err... I may have forgotten to add my 2 cents. I agree with this critique for the most part, probably because it's good critique, but I actually disagree with the part about gripped. To me that made sense and while that may be because I read the discussion further on it still made sense to me. Anyway, make sure you capitalise the letters at the start of a sentence and practice and you'll be right.Spoiler: Generally Me feedback (click to show/hide)
- Green is where you had the wrong tense. You had a mixture of past and present tense. As you start in past, I took the liberty of correcting it all to past tense. Don't mix your tenses! It makes the whole thing look messy.
- Red indicates a grammatical error or generally stilted writing.
- Blue indicates odd word choice. The first "Owwww." seems odd, and stumbling onto your feet from sitting odd doesn't sit right as generally stumbling is falling over. I'm not sure what you were going for with "gripped my legs". Did you mean it literally, or...?
Short but sweet. I like it.
It could use a pass for typos and grammar ('its' possesive doesn't take an apostrophe, for instance).
Remember to show, not tell. Especially with the greenery - rather than adding a statement about it, mention that the bushes were 'lush' or 'thriving' (or such a term) and let the implications fill the reader in.
The most useful thing to do in almost every situation is to read, and think about what the author is doing and why they do it. Look for good books, especially in styles and genres you don't read much.
Thank you! Yeah, I need to get a little better at grammar and going over my work would probably help with that. With show not tell are there certain cases in which you should tell and not show?
Here's another story about magic and spells.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
I ended up writing this when I was writing lore for a setting I'm working on, and figured I'd share it.Your sentences tend to run on. It'd read smoother with more punctuation.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Driving past a bridge in the lake district. Bonus points to me- I wrote it on my phone. I'm not phonedextrous :PThat's really good.Needless to say, it's not literal.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
I was getting there. I just have a small problem with reviewing more than one story at a time (which is ridiculous): my phone lags out if I try to edit a post containing more than a couple of short paragraphs. Yeah.
-snip-Hadn't actually read that far back.
-snip-Hadn't actually read that far back.
Reading over it, the one thing that springs most to mind is that at the start I'm not really sure who's speaking.
Otherwise, nice :) (I'm assuming you're going for very strong accents, if not you may want to tone them down a touch :P )
Spoiler: Toying with Dialogue (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: Toying with Dialogue (click to show/hide)
I've highlighted some points in green. The first is where the description of his teeth struck me as odd - it almost seems to imply that he can point his teeth at will, which is weird.
The second is where your choice of words seemed a bit weird. I'm not sure what you mean by his contract 'arguing against it', and 'technically for the law'.
It seems to me 'drunkedly' should be 'drunkenly', but eh. Lastly, I assume that's a typo and it should be 'Wilson'.
Also, you could profitably make it clear that some of those are Wilson thinking to himself, preferably by italicising the way you did the last line. I thought you had some tense confusion going on on my second read-through, and then looked more closely and saw it was apparently his thoughts.
Um, can I write here, and get feedback? Is that what this's for?
I loved this.Spoiler: Rolling a Seven (click to show/hide)
A quick idea that popped into my head. A prologue for a proto-character I have floating in my brain: Nat Twenty, Unluckily the Luckiest Boy in the World.
“Alright, I’ll tell you all I know and have heard. He left from the west side of the village, at the crossroads. He went down the south road. He took a couple of big lads with him, as well.” He ran his tongue over his teeth, while searching his questioner’s face.
“He rode a horse. Bought a wagon, as well as some other things. Provisions, cooking pot, the like. Had a hefty purse on him, too.
“His sword and shield were both on the wagon, as well as his armor. He-”
“Alright, I’ll tell you all I know and have heard. He left from the west side of the village, at the crossroads. He went down the south road. He took a couple of big lads with him, as well.” He ran his tongue over his teeth, while searching his questioner’s face. “He rode a horse. Bought a wagon, as well as some other things. Provisions, cooking pot, the like. Had a hefty purse on him, too." He paused, waiting to see if that was enough. “His sword and shield were both on the wagon, as well as his armor. He-”
So I'm going to run a series of games to help tune my writing abilities and make me a better GM.
If any of you would like to lend criticism and take part in a hopefully enjoyable test game I'll be giving a link below.
(I forgot how to do the url things sorry :/ )Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Test1: descriptiveness (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152495.0)is
You awaken in your soft bed to the warm glow of the sun through your window's blinds. You pull, or rather push, the sheets off your body and roll out of bed. Your feet land on the coushiny shagg carpet flooring in your room. You lift your arms and let out a yawn. You look down at your wooden night stand to see your alarm clock. The black box has dark red numbers glowing on it's face,"6:23". Looks like you awoke two minutes early. You press the button to turn your alarm off and grab the glass of water sitting next to the alarm clock. Bottoms up as you finish off the half full glass of refreshing water. Your throat no longer dry and yourself fully awakened what do you do?
You awaken in your soft bed, to the warm glow of the sun through your window's blinds. You pull, or rather push, the sheets off your body. Rolling out of bed your feet land on the cushion-y shag carpetflooringin your room. You lift your arms and let out a yawn, looking down at your wooden night stand to see your alarm clock. The black box has dark red numbers glowing on it's face:"6:23". Looks like you awoke two minutes early. You press the button to turn your alarm off, and grab the glass of water sitting next to the alarm clock. Bottoms up(What?) as you finish off the half-full glass of refreshing water. Your throat is no longer dry, and you are fully awakened. What do you do?
... and grab the half-full glass of water sitting next to the alarm clock. Bottoms up as you finish off the drink, the cool liquid refreshing as it flows down your throat.
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Act 1- Awoken
Chapter 1- Destination unknownSpoiler (click to show/hide)
Also can you two review my thing pls ;_;Yes, yes we can. Well, I can, I don't know about Dwarfy but I'd assume he can too.
Spoiler: Long fight scene practice (click to show/hide)
She leapt after him as he desperately evading, batteringcould be this,
She leapt after him as he desperately evaded, batteringor this,
She leapt after him as he desperately evading, batteredI don't think a single change of tense matters but it is a little jarring as I said before. This bit,
oh, he remembered he’d used this at the battle of Chirgowitzalso sounds a bit weird to me, it doesn't really seem to fit with the tone of the rest of the piece. Your writing is excellent for the most part however, and parts like this,
The cawing of crows was a death knell, ringing for one of them.make up for any tiny mistakes you may make in my mind.
Gamedragon: feels like you use Raid-Leader too much. In the conversation between RL and Yutar, they're nodding like bobble heads. The characters themselves don't have any description beyond fur-clad, Yutar doesn't even have that.Thanks for the criticism too! With Raid-Leader do you think that I could fix this by introducing a name at some point? I was trying to go for a sense of authority with people only referring to him by his title but I can see how it could be too much. I can also see what you mean by nodding, reading back over it I don't think I nod that many times in a day let alone a single conversation. If you wouldn't mind, could you go through and point out what you'd do differently? It would be a big help.
I would say so. The names are well chosen - I often find it hard to think of names that are both original and plausible. So, yes, I like it. There is the odd thing, though, like this: “Good. Re-join the regiment mage, I won’t be long,” which I think would be better "Good. Re-join the regiment, mage. I won't be long."Thanks Dwarfy! I'm quite happy with the names, usually I just go with something like John or Zach and it doesn't really work.
It is very much so worth continuing - I look forward to a description of the Nagthadi.
She leapt after him as he desperately evading, battering aside the attacks he threw out, ignoring any trivial injuries he managed to inflict.it can be a bit hard to follow who is doing what to whom.
Wind bit into the Raid-Leader’s skin even through the various layers of fur and mail he was wearing in order to protect himself from both the cold and the swords of his enemies.contains what I would say are three separate ideas (maybe two and a half) which seem to run into each other, and might well be better off broken up.
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I loved it. I mean, there is the odd thing, for example thisSpoiler: Long fight scene practice (click to show/hide)
and sprang out the way, rapid-firing mind bullets that gouged chunks out of the arms he raised to shield himself.should probably be "sprang out of the way, rapidly firing mind bullets that gouged chunks out of the arms he raised to shield himself." But that's just personal preference, I suppose, and minor at that - if there had been more, I would have read it happily. It was very engaging, and I especially like how you linked the start to the end, and even made it emotive. Well done.
@Dwarfy and Gamedragon: I'll do your things this evening or so. Pretty busy right now, can only take short breaks.Thanks for offering to look through it. Needless to say, the edited one is probably the one you should look at :P
Miscellaneous thoughts: a regiment is a lot of men. If they're responding to a raid a infantry regiment probably isn't quick enough to respond quickly.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
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Thanks for the feedback! Is this any better?Spoiler (click to show/hide)
I don't really like the start at the moment. I also know i have made crap tonnes of mistakes, that i missed going over it. So i would appreciate suggestions on how to improve it. Also how to make things seem more human and less unnatural. Also also suggestions on how to make you feel more of a connection to Joseph.Then go over it again and fix the mistakes you find, then post it again.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
You could have suggested something for each problem, but you didn't.
I meant it at as these are the kind of mistakes that you really need an outside eye to spot. I'm not using you as a spell checker and I would rather have suggestions about how to improve it....so I wasn't intending to go through line-by-line.
Double Edit: Re read through the next day and I think I severely misread your advice. And I am sorry I was such an asshat.Alright. Shall we put this behind us?
My initial thoughts. I'll give it a better read through in a bit.Spoiler: Has yet to be named. (click to show/hide)
They don't have horns.
with a reptilian horned head
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Came here to post thisThanks for the feedback! Is this any better?Spoiler (click to show/hide)
I've picked out a couple of things. That first sentence a) runs on a lot and b) gets a bit confused toward the end. I think it's technically correct grammar, but it doesn't appear so at first glance.
The second thing is also correct, and I can see what you're going for, but it doesn't quite seem to fit. The third is more that the tense isn't entirely obvious; maybe change 'in' to 'into' or a clarification of a different tense?
The third is just that I think that should be 'that', not 'who', but eh.
Sorry that these are all just nitpicky things. I'm way too busy and stressed to do a better kind, and any feedback is better than no feedback, right? :/
So, I want to begin writing a novel. To start my pre-outline preparations, I'll be testing out the literary laws of my world in an experimental short story... Along with figuring out the tone, the people, the world, etc. I've been sitting on this idea for many years now I think I finally want to start writing that first draft.
The first problem that's come up is technology. Specifically, guns. The setting is post-apocalyptic USA, some 500 years after the collapse of sovereign states worldwide due to mass economic, political, and social problems leading to a general loss of knowledge concerning chemistry, manufacturing, and production. I'd like to explore the idea of the worship of technology much like Asimov's Foundation or even in a W40k-esque way. What I want to be able to (at least somewhat logically) arrive at is the general disadvantage of firearms... They may even still be widespread, but melee combat is much more prevalent--if not dominant--in this world. A world where fast-moving armor is the ultimate cavalry force, but lacks heavy machine guns, main battle cannons, or other such highly-specialized weaponry. In the same world, fortifications are again relevant, horse-mounted cavalry ride alongside tanks, and large infantry formations are back in the field. The themes should add up to a twist on medieval warfare, with traces of the 18th and 19th centuries, bundled with some of the left over equipment of the modern day.
So my first thought was to get rid of firearms entirely... but how? Metal is in abundance, especially after a decline in urban populations and mass scavenging. Gunpowder can almost always be produced in some form... So that's not going to work.
Then, I thought, well why not make firearms irrelevant? Technology like highly advanced armor perhaps? Sure, but how and where? The world has lost too much to be able to produce advanced, bullet-stopping armor en masse. Ok, forcefields like those found in Dune or Forever War? I feel like that's taking artistic license too far, and somewhat of a non-sequitor.
My final thought was to allow a degree of relatively primitive firearms, but that leaves n0 reason to regress to a melee dominant system of warfare.
So where do I go from here, what do you think? Ideally, i'd like to end up in a place where the average soldier is heavily armored and equipped with some manner of melee weapon, tanks are the ultimate form of heavy cavalry, and only crude artillery and explosives exist with any kind of commonality.
Can someone please look at it? I don't get any criticism on my poetry, and I think I need criticism to help me grow :/
I'd appreciate it. I want you to say bad things about what I do. Who wouldn't want to make another person depressed? :P
Put it this way. A lot of very early gun-based warfare involved firing lines + blades. The guns generally took too much time to reload - even experienced soldiers took ~30 seconds to reload a musket or a blunderbuss, and were somewhat inaccurate due to their lack of rifling (and often irregularly shaped lead shot). Thus, you could theoretically have the musket + blunderbuss as the primary infantry weapon, with most carrying bayonet blades or cavalry sabres as backups.
Thanks for the feedback. I'll definitely try a bit of variation. I suppose it's something along the lines of "the rule is only interesting where it's broken."Can someone please look at it? I don't get any criticism on my poetry, and I think I need criticism to help me grow :/
I'd appreciate it. I want you to say bad things about what I do. Who wouldn't want to make another person depressed? :P
It's good, write some more of them. Try using the sonnet and your shakespearian language to write about contemporary subjects, or stuff out-of-the-ordinary for Shakespeare to write about, the challenges imposed by that caveat will raise your sonnet game to new levels my friend!
It's a sonnet, so form and all that, but try varying that iambic pentameter more. Anywhere between 4 and-a-half and 5 and-a-half iambs work for the bulk of lines, but Shakespeare wasn't overly concerned with that at the beginnings or end of his works so he could create more striking statements.
Put it this way. A lot of very early gun-based warfare involved firing lines + blades. The guns generally took too much time to reload - even experienced soldiers took ~30 seconds to reload a musket or a blunderbuss, and were somewhat inaccurate due to their lack of rifling (and often irregularly shaped lead shot). Thus, you could theoretically have the musket + blunderbuss as the primary infantry weapon, with most carrying bayonet blades or cavalry sabres as backups.
I've done my research. I just wanted to find alternate solutions to this one. Honestly, I think the way it may end up is a little grimdark, 40k-ish. Modern(isn) weaponry, heavy armor, heavy artillery, just hell. Packed with huge formations and the like. I don't know. I might try and refine my idea, because i'm really getting hung up on this.
Perhaps more WW1 era? Where rifles were mainly bolt action, lance cavalry still got used (if generally unsuccessfully), an era of heavy artillery. Large formations still got used until things bogged down into trench warfare.
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I don't understand the "And yet."
For all aspiring poets, i've found that allpoetry.com (http://allpoetry.com) is a really great site to get feedback and inspiration on. Check it out.Thanks for sharing! Definitely looking into this.
I wrote something about pies and the universe. It's mostly rambling so read and/or review at your own risk.See inside spoiler for suggested punctuation corrections.Spoiler: Pies and the Universe (click to show/hide)
Just because you read it at your own risk doesn't mean that you can't read it.
"Unless soul clap its hands and sing" a manI quite like this one.
More great than many I could name
Once said. What soul is there in tin or can,
When flesh is iron, bone is steel - the same?
Call me a coward if you wish, to not
Embrace the whirring of the cog for heart -
Does metal cry at you from its small cot,
Does it possess a love for light and art?
Perhaps I am too hard upon a bot
That only has the crime of being made
And not created by a self professing God.
What could that man, by fairest chance, have said?
Unless soul clap its hands and sing. Well, ring
Your bell, unstop your cogs, but can you sing?
So out of boredom I'm poking at a project every now and then. Basically I want to wrote a 'holy book' for a setting, acting as the creation story and introducing/describing the central ideas and entities.
Calling it "Sermons of the Teacher", so far I have 3 of them. They're all intended to be fairly short, fit on a page or less in Google Docs.Spoiler: Sermon One (click to show/hide)Spoiler: Sermon Two (click to show/hide)Spoiler: Sermon Three (click to show/hide)
Maybe the point, but to me they just seem nonsensical. When you refer to stuff like the "new nothing of the is", I would suggest capitalising it, so it seems clearer that you're referring to some kind of metaphysical concept or whatever, and didn't just forget to delete words.
I never played Morrowind, so I must admit I don't know what the godhead is.Maybe the point, but to me they just seem nonsensical. When you refer to stuff like the "new nothing of the is", I would suggest capitalising it, so it seems clearer that you're referring to some kind of metaphysical concept or whatever, and didn't just forget to delete words.
Somewhat, original idea was inspired by the 36 Lessons from Morrowind (I fully admit stole the idea of a 'godhead' from ES lore) and it's mostly my first attempt at trying to do a similar thing of tying world-building with metaphor and in-universe theology. A lot of these are trying to introduce ideas to build upon in later sermons too.
The capitalisation thing is something definitely needed though if I keep going, I was going to use it to differentiate between the concept of 'the godhead' and "The Godhead" of the world. But more places, like making it the "the new nothing of the Is", could help too.
"Unless soul clap its hands and sing" a manI quite like this one.
More great than many I could name
Once said. What soul is there in tin or can,
When flesh is iron, bone is steel - the same?
Call me a coward if you wish, to not
Embrace the whirring of the cog for heart -
Does metal cry at you from its small cot,
Does it possess a love for light and art?
Perhaps I am too hard upon a bot
That only has the crime of being made
And not created by a self professing God.
What could that man, by fairest chance, have said?
Unless soul clap its hands and sing. Well, ring
Your bell, unstop your cogs, but can you sing?
I'm not sure about the use of "bot", due to being a shortened version of robot but it'd mess up the pacing to usse the full word.
"Unless soul clap its hands and sing" in the second last line doesn't make too much sense to me. Is it missing something?
"Unless soul clap its hands and sing" a manI quite like this one.
More great than many I could name
Once said. What soul is there in tin or can,
When flesh is iron, bone is steel - the same?
Call me a coward if you wish, to not
Embrace the whirring of the cog for heart -
Does metal cry at you from its small cot,
Does it possess a love for light and art?
Perhaps I am too hard upon a bot
That only has the crime of being made
And not created by a self professing God.
What could that man, by fairest chance, have said?
Unless soul clap its hands and sing. Well, ring
Your bell, unstop your cogs, but can you sing?
I'm not sure about the use of "bot", due to being a shortened version of robot but it'd mess up the pacing to usse the full word.
"Unless soul clap its hands and sing" in the second last line doesn't make too much sense to me. Is it missing something?
Thanks for commenting!
The line came from Yeats' Sailing to Byzantium.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
By using that line I was sort of talking about passion, and art, and mortality. And I agree - bot's not the best. I couldn't think of anything else, though. Any suggestions?
Yeah okay, that point could be a bit clearer. The original pass just had the Godhead, the idea of a sibling was added a lot later, but I like the idea of the Dream-To-Be and The Nothing fusing to form the Godhead. I rewrote the first paragraph slightly:Out of personal preference, I'd say don't capitalise the 'The' part of the The Nothing, etc. Also, careful, you've got an extra The in "..torture of possibilities, The The Dream-To-Be commissioned".Spoiler (click to show/hide)
In ES lore (and it's a fairly obscure concept, mostly comes from out-of-game writings of Michael Kirkbride anwyay), the Godhead is the sleeper that dreams reality. I quite like the idea of reality being a dream of a being, and everyone who exists just a split personality of that being so stole it :)
As a interesting little factoid, I do actually have a properly published poem.That's great! More than I'll ever achieve. Mind sharing it?
Unfortunately, it was as part of an anthology of children's poems, so not exactly a glamorous achievement. I haven't done anything with poetry in a long time...
I'll see if I can dig it up and PM it to you. I'm sure I have the book around somewhere.As a interesting little factoid, I do actually have a properly published poem.That's great! More than I'll ever achieve. Mind sharing it?
Unfortunately, it was as part of an anthology of children's poems, so not exactly a glamorous achievement. I haven't done anything with poetry in a long time...
I found it! And... by god, it's... not great. I was ten years old, but by god. Get it together, ten-year-old me.
On the other hand, adult me has never had anything published, so who's laughing now, I guess?
Hah, I was reading through some stories I wrote when I was ten a few days ago. Much the same response (although my technical skills were better than expected!).
Thank you for the comments Giglamesh. I feel like trying to hard is going to be something I struggle with, especially since it's something I do in real life as well. Apart from that could you explain, in a simpletons terms, what a run on sentence is? I don't fully understand what it is. And on a related note, does anyone have any good resources for learning grammar and punctuation?I wrote something about pies and the universe. It's mostly rambling so read and/or review at your own risk.See inside spoiler for suggested punctuation corrections.Spoiler: Pies and the Universe (click to show/hide)
Just because you read it at your own risk doesn't mean that you can't read it.
Actual content wise? It feels to me like it's trying too hard to be whimsical, especially with "what if our universe has already been eaten?" part.
I remember writing a story based off a character in Eragon... not sure what age I was.I'm already of a low opinion of Eragon, so fanfiction written about it by a young author?
Simply put... hmmm.Thank you for the comments Giglamesh. I feel like trying to hard is going to be something I struggle with, especially since it's something I do in real life as well. Apart from that could you explain, in a simpletons terms, what a run on sentence is? I don't fully understand what it is. And on a related note, does anyone have any good resources for learning grammar and punctuation?I wrote something about pies and the universe. It's mostly rambling so read and/or review at your own risk.See inside spoiler for suggested punctuation corrections.Spoiler: Pies and the Universe (click to show/hide)
Just because you read it at your own risk doesn't mean that you can't read it.
Actual content wise? It feels to me like it's trying too hard to be whimsical, especially with "what if our universe has already been eaten?" part.
I remember writing a story based off a character in Eragon... not sure what age I was.I'm already of a low opinion of Eragon, so fanfiction written about it by a young author?
Jesus would weep. :P
But the gristle is the best bit! And thanks for the link I'll have to bookmark it and read through it.I remember writing a story based off a character in Eragon... not sure what age I was.Simply put... hmmm.Thank you for the comments Giglamesh. I feel like trying to hard is going to be something I struggle with, especially since it's something I do in real life as well. Apart from that could you explain, in a simpletons terms, what a run on sentence is? I don't fully understand what it is. And on a related note, does anyone have any good resources for learning grammar and punctuation?I wrote something about pies and the universe. It's mostly rambling so read and/or review at your own risk.See inside spoiler for suggested punctuation corrections.Spoiler: Pies and the Universe (click to show/hide)
Just because you read it at your own risk doesn't mean that you can't read it.
Actual content wise? It feels to me like it's trying too hard to be whimsical, especially with "what if our universe has already been eaten?" part.
A run on sentence is when you use a comma when you really should have used a full stop.
Lets take one of your sentences from earlier:
That thing isn't matter though, it's dark matter, and when you bite into a pie you never really know what the gravy is made out of, and we humans don't really understand dark matter yet.
This is a run-on sentence. It would be better split into multiple sentences, a la:
That thing isn't matter, though, it's dark matter. When you bite into a pie you never really know what the gravy is made out of, and we humans don't really understand dark matter yet.
http://www.oxforddictionaries.com/words/grammar-tips might be helpful.
Despite my fondness for writing, I never studied English at a high level, so I'm not sure how to explain things well.
Also, by God, man, if your pies are nothing but gravy and gristle you need to buy better pies. Or fruit pies.
I'll be honest, I'm tempted to ressurect the writing competition.
I'm writing some bullshit, reminiscing about my experience with video games throughout the years until the present day. I plan to make short Youtube videos out of them, making each section a separate video with footage of the game I'm writing about in that section.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
I feel like it's really boring and uninteresting, though. :/
I'm mostly doing it for myself and the joy of reminiscing, but is this interesting to anybody else? Or is it just rambling nonsense?
I'll be honest, I'm tempted to ressurect the writing competition.
Doo eet.
I'll write something for the prompt soon, just had to write my daily therapeutic piece.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Incidentally, I'd appreciate people saying if they're entering the competition.Just posting to let you know that I'll be entering your competition and that my entry will come in later today.
Not mandatory, of course, but it'd be nice to be able to ballpark the figure.
Excellent.Incidentally, I'd appreciate people saying if they're entering the competition.Just posting to let you know that I'll be entering your competition and that my entry will come in later today.
Not mandatory, of course, but it'd be nice to be able to ballpark the figure.
Not sure what this 'challenge' thing is. But I've written something that sucks, and as usual, I'll put it her to make it better.
Not sure what this 'challenge' thing is. But I've written something that sucks, and as usual, I'll put it her to make it better.First: The calf would probably armoured by the greaves, as they'd probably be closed greaves. If the greaves only protect the front of the leg, they'd be demi-greaves, and I have no idea what just calf armour would be called. Armour for the upper arm would probably be a rarebrace, and it seems odd she gets partly armoured and then presumably puts her armour on as she goes to the training field.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
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I'm not a good writer at all, but I can say some things as a reader!
"Even at this late hour, there was still figures"
Might be just me, but I think it'd sound better with 'were' instead of 'was'. Not sure if that's grammatically correct, however.
'The preacher outside the bar was old and decrepit, poorly maintained – parts of his chassis were missing, and externals and internals both were splotchy with rust. It was a small miracle the old machine hadn’t deactivated already. The preacher’s optics flickered as he turned his head towards the approaching Jeremiah, neck servos creaking.
“Repent!” he blared, voice box screeching with feedback. “The Creators’ return is nigh! Soon all of Steel will be washed away by the wrath of the Flesh! Unless… we repent! Repent!” '
Personally I like this part. I'd also like a bit more information in what he's saying, maybe foreshadow a bit? :D
Though this right here does that quite well: 'He wasn’t quite wrong, after all.'
'The smooth faceplate of the machine turned up towards him. It had no visible cameras or voicebox, just a curved reflective panel.'
Right now I'm wondering if most other machines have blank faceplates or the other way around. Either way, a comparison in there could help. For example, 'Like most others of the town, it had no visible cameras or voicebox, just a curved reflective panel.' or 'It had no visible cameras or voicebox, just a curved reflective panel. The town held a large variety of machines, and this design happened to be in a slight minority.'
' “Good guess,” the stranger said at last, and then he was surging upwards and Jeremiah was reaching for his gun and the stranger’s fist crashed into his faceplate and threw Jeremiah back enough the human could land a heavy kick to his chest.'
This sentence here feels kind of awkward. You have three 'and's in a row, and it reads kinda badly. After that, you seem to be missing a preposition between 'threw Jeremiah back enough' and 'the human could land a heavy kick'. I'm suggesting 'that', 'so', or something similar. Of course, once again, I suck at writing so that's probably not the best way to do it.
'and as he toppled the human overturned the table to block the shots from the gun the bartender had pulled. Ricochets whined as they sprang from the steel. '
It's rather wordy in the middle. I think you should've said something about providing cover to reduce it, like 'the human overturned the table to provide cover against the bartender, who had pulled a gun and shot at him.'
Right now, it sounds like the human is preparing for the bullets from the bartender, instead of the bartender actually shot at him.
The second is flat out confusing. The closest I can get is that the bartender's bullet ricocheted around, therefore 'springing from the steel'.
' A metallic click from the other side of the table suggested the human had done the same,'
I'd have assumed 'click' meant that he shot. Pulling the gun wouldn't exactly make a sound (at least not that I'm aware of, having never read anything where pulling a gun made an audible noise.).
'The bartender fired again, and the ricochet glanced off the human’s table. With a thunderous roar, the human fired his, and the shot went through the table, the bartender’s CPU, and a bottle behind him, sending him crashing to the floor in an explosion of sparks and greenish coolant.'By this I meant the human shot through his own cover to kill the bartender - but no, that's not worded clearly at all.
I'm not sure you are aware of this (but I'm probably wrong), but this implies that the bartender is in a position behind Jeremiah so that the human must shoot through the table in order to hit him.
I liked it! The ending was definitely the best part.
Not sure what this 'challenge' thing is. But I've written something that sucks, and as usual, I'll put it her to make it better.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
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You asked me via PM and I responded that I'd get to this :xSpoiler: A Merciless Love (click to show/hide)
Memories, memories like phantom ghostsI really quite like this one.
Of those that I once knew. I had a friend
Who sat upon that stool, and we talked politics
Or fantasy, together over nights that never seemed to end.
That piano, you know, has seen ten thousand hands
Shaped like my own. Eyes that saw just the same
As mine, and heard familiar noises from the lands
Around once sat and listened, curious as I am.
Polished mantle and silver couch, drenched in the tears
Of those who came before. Old Oak tree in the front,
That I hung a tire in to swing, which it was said
Was once my great-great grandfather’s haunt. ( The word order here suggests the tire is the g-g-gdad's haunt, which obviously isn;t the case. )
Dark wood, old tiles, old beam, rough seam.
Buildings out back no longer in their use
As barn, or farm, or house.
It seems a vision when I see, it seems a dream; ( The shorter line seems to break up the rhythm of the poem here. )
An image from the past. Ten times ten thousand hands
Rebuke or praise me for each action that I take.
Father in the kitchen, mother beside the fire
Talking as I tried to remain – in vain – awake.
This is my home, and it was my family’s home.
It was their cradle, and their tomb
Just as it will be mine when I am gone
And newer voices sound inside my room.
I'll definitely get one done in that time. I have essays for Monday, but after that I'm free.Glad to hear it.
Well it really depends on what you intended. Still, I added some notes showing how I personally would have done it.Spoiler: On surrender (click to show/hide)
:/Err, um...could I ask what the competition is? .__.;
Two people is not a big enough number of submissions, really.
I'll extend the competition at least another week.
If I don't get some more subs, it's not enough to really make it worthwhile doing.
Gigla's Writing Competition
-Prepare your keyboard-
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Is there a word that means 'warrior in training'? As generic as possible. Thx.Apprentice. Squire (for knights).
Right now I'm using 'trainee'.
Also, I think the word "childe" applies if you're looking for something archaic.Is there a word that means 'warrior in training'? As generic as possible. Thx.Apprentice. Squire (for knights).
Right now I'm using 'trainee'.
I won't ask, sure. Not going to force you.
You could edit your posts together rather than triple posting.
I feel that this is something I must become involved with. Participation will occur when it's not 3:26 AM.
Other than one problem, it was great! Especially the tone of it.
Problem: Realism for last part - if this is meant to be now, then the guy wouldn't be able to kill the dragon. Because... the dragon is large enough and the bullet is small enough that it would take pretty long for it to kill him. Also, if it is now, the bullet wouldn't powerful enough. A bullet in your forehead is lodged stuck (i'm pretty sure), so the bullet wouldn't be able to pierce any of the dragon bones, besides maybe claws or something (depends on ur dragon anatomy). That is, if it penetrated the scales. Which need to be strong enough to withstand flight speed.
If it's in the future, nvm. Or your dragon anatomy could just be different than mine.
You'd have to probably constantly demonstrate the misunderstanding stuff for it to be funny. And the Viking wouldn't be able to understand anyone else, so... it'd be three guys walking around mistaking stuff for other stuff.I think that sort of premise need to strike a balance between serious and funny. Too comical, and it's trite. Too serious, and it's Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter.
On the other hand, you could make it more serious. But you'd have much less on the out of place thing, at least it'd be less important to the story.
But I think you could pull it off!
Other than one problem, it was great! Especially the tone of it.
Problem: Realism for last part - if this is meant to be now, then the guy wouldn't be able to kill the dragon. Because... the dragon is large enough and the bullet is small enough that it would take pretty long for it to kill him. Also, if it is now, the bullet wouldn't powerful enough. A bullet in your forehead is lodged stuck (i'm pretty sure), so the bullet wouldn't be able to pierce any of the dragon bones, besides maybe claws or something (depends on ur dragon anatomy). That is, if it penetrated the scales. Which need to be strong enough to withstand flight speed.
If it's in the future, nvm. Or your dragon anatomy could just be different than mine.
In case you're talking about my story, give it another look. :P It wasn't a bullet. It was a dirty bomb with a dead man's switch. :D
Or Nuclear. But I wasn't sure if you could suicide bomb with nuclear or not so I kinda leave that ambigious.
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Been working on getting a new concept for a novel off the ground after I managed to write one last year; this is an excerpt from the end of the first chapter. This time I'm focusing on a more defined char (main char in previous work was on the bland side) and creating a more character-centric conflict.
Thought I might as well share this. From the beginning of a thing I'm writing. My writing style is weird. The forum doesn't support paragraph spacing and I can't be bothered adding in new lines. RIP.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
I'm really interested in this! Wondering what she does exactly.... you mind sharing the novel concept?
Is a few things perhaps to correct.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Been working on getting a new concept for a novel off the ground after I managed to write one last year; this is an excerpt from the end of the first chapter. This time I'm focusing on a more defined char (main char in previous work was on the bland side) and creating a more character-centric conflict.
Thought I might as well share this. From the beginning of a thing I'm writing. My writing style is weird. The forum doesn't support paragraph spacing and I can't be bothered adding in new lines. RIP.Break it up into distinct paragraphs would be my recommendation.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
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I had fun reading that - really liked the sensory descriptionSpoiler (click to show/hide)
I decided to try that writing technique where you write for 15 minutes then just STOP. Regardless of where you are. This is the result, a first chapter I suppose.
The same problem as before - you need to break up your sentences.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
I was half-asleep when I wrote this, and I figured it was kind of pointless to just leave it cluttering my folders so here is asbestgood (damn brain) as place to put it as any. Maybe someone will enjoy it :v
Here's a story I'm working on for class, due quite urgently but I'm rather stuck on the endingBreak up into more distinct paragraphs.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
if unsure what to do with them.. ItDouble full stop at the beginning.
“..can I please have a snack bar?” asked Tamir quietly, ignored.
Oh, yeah - you've got a few places where you need to start dialogue on a new line.How do they mean?
The beast recoiled at the sudden light directly in its eyes. It raised two clawed hands to cover its face, but everyone took a step back upon seeing the rest of it. The huge, hunched figure was clad in the remains of a flannel shirt and a pair of jeans, a dense, coarse pelt poking through the tears. Behind it they could see the tent had collapsed, the blue fabric ripped and lying in a heap. “It really is Joe,” said Tamir.should probably be
The beast recoiled at the sudden light directly in its eyes. It raised two clawed hands to cover its face, but everyone took a step back upon seeing the rest of it. The huge, hunched figure was clad in the remains of a flannel shirt and a pair of jeans, a dense, coarse pelt poking through the tears. Behind it they could see the tent had collapsed, the blue fabric ripped and lying in a heap.etc
“It really is Joe,” said Tamir.
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I've now worked myself into this little hole where I love writing dialogue for this character but she almost never speaks. Oh well. :-\
I can see why, you've got a knack for writing dialogue. I smiled a lot. I'd tell you to use regular 'said'-verbs more, but in this case, I guess it's not so glaring - all the undefined free-floating bits of dialogue are essentially the 'said's. Nice little scene.
[spoiler=Extremely long thing]I crash through the doorway and grope for the light switch. While I flick it on, I rub my eyes with my left hand. Everything blurs. The way you start so many things on their own line is unnecessary if it's not dialogue, in my opinion.
I sit on a chair and blink blearily for a minute.With my vision clearer,(This can be assumed and doesn't need to be said.)I reach over and and turn off the lights. Or at least switch them to off. The light flickers, setting the room awash in an unhealthy orange, before stabilizing at a dim haze. A strap catches my attention, directing my gaze to a backpack strewn partly on the chair.
That’s better. It’s no trouble to see in the semi-darkness. It helps in ignoring the discolored patches on the walls, and I’m used to it, though in rare moments of weirdness it bothers me.Luckily, those moments are few.(You already said they were rare. No need to repeat yourself.)This way I don’t need to fix the lights. And let strangers into my apartment. Well, I definitely got what I paid for. The circular table that came with the place has never been used, but I did reposition some chairs.
I’m suddenly aware of a pressure in my stomach. Stumbling past an unused closet, I enter the bathroom. With a groan, I take care of the matter. The water is on nine out of ten times, but recently it seems that ten has been repeating itself.
It works, though honestly, I’m noteven(So you don't repeat even) sure I’d care or even notice too much if it didn’t. Leaving, I splash my face with some water from the sink. It… seems slightly less clean than the toilet water. Slightly. My nightly sanitization done, I crawl into bed.
Two minutes later I’m changing my clothes. Got a little too awake. (?) I changed into slightly cleaner clothes and introduced my face and arms to water, as I do ever so rarely. (Sudden shift to past tense.)With that done, I can sleep away the rest of the - day...
The musty air of my apartment touches my nose, but it’s the night breeze that I smell. (This seems self contradicting. If he can tell the air is musty he can smell it.) I walk down the stairs, out of the building, and end up in the fringes of the forest, stricken by an unexplainable impulse. Shadows cast by trees darken the grass. I tilt back my head, savoring the freshness of the air. My foot lifts of its own accord, bringing me into - the woods? I freeze. Why was I here?
Does it really matter? I answer myself, with aninvisible(To prevent repetition here again.) shrug. Hesitantly, I step forward. On an invisible path, I move steadily (Just a sentence ago, he was hesitant; steadily implies confidence. Perhaps he should either be more unsure or mention the protagonist gains his courage.)deeper into the trees.
Soon the branches obscure most of the moonlight, with only dappled spots of silver where it’s let through. I glance up, catching a glimpse of the moon. I stop to look at it, and instantly become captivated, slowing to a stop. I admire the silver sheen, the -
A leaf lands on my face, unnoticed as it fell. I shake my head, knocking it off. As I look up, a dark shape flits under the moon, and the moon disappears with it.
Oh. Cool! Now I can work on my skills with a positive-minded community! I assume any creative writing is fair-game. Hopefully I can put some Chrononaut stuff up here. I need to develop that verse some more.Yes, any creative writing is fine. Let's see what you've got!
It's pretty much my instinctual formatting, with not much editing. There were a lot of parts in which I think I'd said really awkwardly, which is my main concern.
Thanks! (as always)
Also:Quote(This seems self contradicting. If he can tell the air is musty he can smell it.)
Experience.
If he's decisive, he's not hesistant. If he's hesitant, he's not decisive. If he's nervous, there are other ways to show it - eyes wide, glancing around blindly, he nonetheless forced himself onward at a steady pace. Etc, etc.Quote(Just a sentence ago, he was hesitant; steadily implies confidence. Perhaps he should either be more unsure or mention the protagonist gains his courage.
I meant that he moved at a constant pace. It's supposed to mean that even though he's hesitant he still decisive.
((Btw I've got more, but I think I'll wait to post that.))
Spoiler: Extremely long thing (click to show/hide)
Hiding Melot (https://drive.google.com/open?id=19wTsiU3tmvlmOlRVVTUhrYFYIAolAxd_k3uQOWr5Dkg)
Thank you for your critique. It feels generic. On re-reading it it kind of does feel generic. I was aiming for the perfect middlepoint for the animal people, where they are literally a humanoid (insert animal).Hiding Melot (https://drive.google.com/open?id=19wTsiU3tmvlmOlRVVTUhrYFYIAolAxd_k3uQOWr5Dkg)
I will admit beforehand I disn't read the whole thing - I read quickly up to his father giving him the sword before giving up.
My initial thoughts, however, is it feels somewhat generic. The special, powerful animal races are persecuted by the racist humans.
The cat hybrid having both human ears and cat ears is also... strange. I don't think I've seen that before.
The cat people have one battle, of untrained, pretty-much unarmed civilians against trained, armed soldiers, and they win?
Be cautious of making species "human but better".
This is basically a rough draft of a series of short stories I want to start up. This takes place in a run-down district of Monopolville, a metropolis in the near future of a world like our own, but rather strange and surreal. This story series tells the misadventures of one of many gangs, the Ragenauts. These people are neither heroes nor villains, just people who banded together in a place that went straight up FUBAR to best survive. Critique would be much appreciated, and thanks for reading.Far too short to give any sort of proper input as regards to plot, but:Spoiler: The Ragenauts: New Scout Tower (click to show/hide)
a yellow tape of'quarentine' hereYou've both misspelt quarantine and you're missing a space. This is also just poor english - "Sure, there's yellow quarantine tape over there, and a blood-splattered 'help' over there, but that's from forever ago." would be much better. I've added the 'from'.
Thanks for the critique. I think this would be far better off as an animation or comic, it was hard to write up what little I did. I was trying to use bad grammar artistically, because I'm trying to give off the idea that these people don't know proper grammar, and that they've made up their own gang slang, but that was even worse. Trying to do that while also properly telling people what's going on will only hold the book down. I'll leave this idea for later. Thanks for reading.This is basically a rough draft of a series of short stories I want to start up. This takes place in a run-down district of Monopolville, a metropolis in the near future of a world like our own, but rather strange and surreal. This story series tells the misadventures of one of many gangs, the Ragenauts. These people are neither heroes nor villains, just people who banded together in a place that went straight up FUBAR to best survive. Critique would be much appreciated, and thanks for reading.Far too short to give any sort of proper input as regards to plot, but:Spoiler: The Ragenauts: New Scout Tower (click to show/hide)
If it's first person, the beginning feels too impersonal. Did the protagonist make their way there? It doesn't seem like you've decided whether or not it's from the viewpoint of one of the gang members. Sort that out. Consistency is key.
"something to be worthwhile" is very clunky and should be fixed.
Are the called Ragesters or Ragenauts?
Territory 'running thin' doesn't seem right - it's not being used up, it's presumably getting crowded. Use something that more suggests crowding.
Grab suggests they're scavenging, not occupying a building.Quotea yellow tape of'quarentine' hereYou've both misspelt quarantine and you're missing a space. This is also just poor english - "Sure, there's yellow quarantine tape over there, and a blood-splattered 'help' over there, but that's from forever ago." would be much better. I've added the 'from'.
I was thinking of writing a book or perhaps a selection of short stories about 3 Vikings who are accidentally sent to the Old West in a block of ice intended for a refrigerator.
Is this crazy enough to be funny or exactly as stupid as it sounds?
By all means, do continue.I was thinking of writing a book or perhaps a selection of short stories about 3 Vikings who are accidentally sent to the Old West in a block of ice intended for a refrigerator.
Is this crazy enough to be funny or exactly as stupid as it sounds?
And here it is, several months later.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Please do, I'd be interested to see how this develops.By all means, do continue.I was thinking of writing a book or perhaps a selection of short stories about 3 Vikings who are accidentally sent to the Old West in a block of ice intended for a refrigerator.
Is this crazy enough to be funny or exactly as stupid as it sounds?
And here it is, several months later.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
I daydreamed about some sort of angry message demanding the surrender of a castle, and decided to write it out. Then I somehow wrote a snippet about a soldier besieging that same castle. The events below take place in some nondescript 'verse I smoked up in half an hour, but I tried to keep things somewhat consistent.The way you do dialogue is... unique. Personally, I think it'd look a lot clearer if you used " or '.Spoiler: Eight hours before the fall (click to show/hide)
With this I'm mostly interested in whether my sentences seem too long or hard to read, whether it's easy to comprehend what's going on in my action scene, and whether my description of being injured feels apt. If anything else feels wrong, I'd like to know, too.Spoiler: Inscribed on a strangely seared brass plate (click to show/hide)
With this, my primary interest is if this feels threatening enough, and if there's some way to inject additional pathos into it.
But anyway, I would be interested in any other comments as well.
Here's the first of 6 connected scenes.Spoiler: A Steady Rhythm 1 (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: A Steady Rhythm 2 (click to show/hide)
Hmm... apparently we'll be doing a fantasy unit in class after break. Should I use something I have ~partly developed, go with something completely new (and probably sucky, my ideas always suck at first, before I refine x100), or combine two things?Without knowing any of what you're referring to, it's impossible to say. However, you probably want to go with the most developed idea.
I had to write this for and English class, this means that it's slightly better edited than usual. I'd be interested to see what you guys think of it as I'm quite proud of it even if the ending is really rushed.Isn't he a manager, rather than a CEO?Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Sorry for the double post but this topic hasn't been posted in for ages.
He's meant to be a manager who becomes CEO.I had to write this for and English class, this means that it's slightly better edited than usual. I'd be interested to see what you guys think of it as I'm quite proud of it even if the ending is really rushed.Isn't he a manager, rather than a CEO?Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Sorry for the double post but this topic hasn't been posted in for ages.
Duly noted. I was kind of on the fence about the formatting myself.I daydreamed about some sort of angry message demanding the surrender of a castle, and decided to write it out. Then I somehow wrote a snippet about a soldier besieging that same castle. The events below take place in some nondescript 'verse I smoked up in half an hour, but I tried to keep things somewhat consistent.The way you do dialogue is... unique. Personally, I think it'd look a lot clearer if you used " or '.Spoiler: Eight hours before the fall (click to show/hide)
With this I'm mostly interested in whether my sentences seem too long or hard to read, whether it's easy to comprehend what's going on in my action scene, and whether my description of being injured feels apt. If anything else feels wrong, I'd like to know, too.Spoiler: Inscribed on a strangely seared brass plate (click to show/hide)
With this, my primary interest is if this feels threatening enough, and if there's some way to inject additional pathos into it.
But anyway, I would be interested in any other comments as well.
I vaguely recall you being russian? So maybe it's a country thing. Either way, to me it'd be a lot better with speech marks.
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Alternate history inspired by the Girls und Panzer anime (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Ulu73rz2xInM8INr8RPlirheEDaA6ve2-v5wLEQZu5A/edit?usp=sharing)Bump for lack of feedback
Spoiler: The Red Beast (click to show/hide)
Just dropping in a thing I've been working on that may form the introduction to a forum game at some point or other.
Not especially pleased with it, but staring at it for the past three days has made no difference, so any feedback is obviously welcome.Spoiler: Scene (click to show/hide)
So I'm terrible at writing scenes without action in them so I decided to make a story which revolves around complex social interactions as the driving point.That is not enough writing to make a worthwhile judgement, but my personal opinion on self-inserts is that they are typically pretty awful.
What I have of the plot so far is below:Spoiler: plot (click to show/hide)
With fire, Man found the secret of the world.This felt a tad abrupt to me, though.
Man remembered why they once feared the dark.
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I liked the premise, and the writing style was immersive.It was kind of meant to be. I didn't really want to get into what they found or what it did, since it's the intro lore for a game I'm planning, but perhaps it's too abrupt.QuoteWith fire, Man found the secret of the world.This felt a tad abrupt to me, though.
Man remembered why they once feared the dark.
@ Gigla: Cheers :)Ah, brilliant. Thanks.Quote from: @ GiglaSpoiler (click to show/hide)
Well written as per :P Couple of small thing in the spoiler.
Don't think starting a drug habit is the way to cheat at magical thinking either. :3Well, you know. Whatever works. Disclaimer: Don't do drugs.
I would like to participate.Write a story from the point of view of six people who suddenly find themselves very poor for whatever reasons - home invasions, mugging, overspending, that kind of stuff - and subsequently get themselves in debt to a gang which coerces them to rob a bunch of fast food stores. The group of six find themselves in the green once again, their debts paid off. To seat themselves firmly in the green again, they decide on one final robbery. Unfortunately for them, they choose to do so in an area where most people own guns, and a shoot-out occurs, resulting in serious injury or death to some of the crew.
Could someone shoot me a fairly simple prompt? It's actually been a while since I've written, and I want to get back into it and hopefully actually complete something, or more.
I would like to participate.Write a story from the point of view of six people who suddenly find themselves very poor for whatever reasons - home invasions, mugging, overspending, that kind of stuff - and subsequently get themselves in debt to a gang which coerces them to rob a bunch of fast food stores. The group of six find themselves in the green once again, their debts paid off. To seat themselves firmly in the green again, they decide on one final robbery. Unfortunately for them, they choose to do so in an area where most people own guns, and a shoot-out occurs, resulting in serious injury or death to some of the crew.
Could someone shoot me a fairly simple prompt? It's actually been a while since I've written, and I want to get back into it and hopefully actually complete something, or more.
I would like to participate.Write a story from the point of view of six people who suddenly find themselves very poor for whatever reasons - home invasions, mugging, overspending, that kind of stuff - and subsequently get themselves in debt to a gang which coerces them to rob a bunch of fast food stores. The group of six find themselves in the green once again, their debts paid off. To seat themselves firmly in the green again, they decide on one final robbery. Unfortunately for them, they choose to do so in an area where most people own guns, and a shoot-out occurs, resulting in serious injury or death to some of the crew.
Could someone shoot me a fairly simple prompt? It's actually been a while since I've written, and I want to get back into it and hopefully actually complete something, or more.
I didn't have long, but after skimming through:I would like to participate.Write a story from the point of view of six people who suddenly find themselves very poor for whatever reasons - home invasions, mugging, overspending, that kind of stuff - and subsequently get themselves in debt to a gang which coerces them to rob a bunch of fast food stores. The group of six find themselves in the green once again, their debts paid off. To seat themselves firmly in the green again, they decide on one final robbery. Unfortunately for them, they choose to do so in an area where most people own guns, and a shoot-out occurs, resulting in serious injury or death to some of the crew.
Could someone shoot me a fairly simple prompt? It's actually been a while since I've written, and I want to get back into it and hopefully actually complete something, or more.
Here's a super duper, raw ass raw rough draft of the prelude for your perusal. Part of my reason for sharing this at this point is hopefully, if other people are interested, I will feel less inclined to abandon this project.
"Vern shoots shark
He looked at his phone, turned pale, then quickly left the room, a skinny man was he. She watched him, smiling, a firey redhead. He knew what he had to do, he walked over to his car and struggled to pull out his keys, nervous. He looked up to see the big bald one staring him down. He steeled himself and glared back, the bald man smirked. He stared as he opened the door and got in. An old station wagon, perputally on it's last legs. The car whined and sputtered as it started and he was on his way. He wiped the sweat off his brow as he readied for what he was about to do. He looked up at the night sky and considered his options.. He shook his head and scratched at his neck, raw with dried blood and flakes of dead skin. He knew what he had to do. He opened the glove box and pulled out a small, 9mm pistol and rested it upon his lap. Soon he pulled up to an old tattoo parlor off the main road into town, it was quiet out here now, though the place saw a lot of business during the day.
The skinny man looked at himself in the mirror, eyes bloodshot as he nerviously vibrated. He put on a ski mask and covered his neck with his collar, opened the door and stood up, gun in hand. He closed the door and walked around to the back entrance, he opened the door, he knew it would be unlocked. "Mo! Is dat chu?" a man hollared, but he did not respond. He came up a hallway off the back door, decorated with various displays of tat art and snuck around the cornor, there sat a mountan of a man giving himself a tattoo, his back turned. "Seriously Mo', you shouldda come an hour ago, I already moked' it all" he said, with a laugh. *BANG* *Flash*"
*BANG* *Flash*"[/i]In proper writing never do this. It's awful in every way.
Could, um, someone give me some feedback, instructions for improvement, on this?Spoiler: A story inspired by a dream. (click to show/hide)
(as well as grammar corrections and stuff, which I guess I could do myself).Do that yourself. Simple things like that, if you can do them yourself, should be done by you.
Hmm, beginnings of a story underway.Not much happens. Beginning of a story, sure, but it lacks anything particularly interesting, and it tells us very little about the protagonist.Spoiler: Feedback appreciated (click to show/hide)
Could, um, someone give me some feedback, instructions for improvement, on this?Alright, keep yer butt on :v
In spoiler.Spoiler: A story inspired by a dream. (click to show/hide)
Right. Thank you for the criticism. I did base this thing on a dream I had, so I only had that very, very vague guideline of it, and it was tainted by dream logic. Person I was protecting had my attention for most of the dream, which is why I had so much focus on that. I'll improve from what you've told me.Could, um, someone give me some feedback, instructions for improvement, on this?Alright, keep yer butt on :vIn spoiler.Spoiler: A story inspired by a dream. (click to show/hide)
Overall... feels like it's trying too hard to be poignant and dramatic.
We have no knowledge of the protagonist beyond "has a spear" and "is in love with lady" and the lady has not details whatsoever beyond "eye candy" and "sweet voice."
His killer has also no details.
We have no knowledge of the situation, the setting, or the location. Why was the protagonist tired?
Think of the other sensations of being tired. Sweat trickles down your brow and stings your eyes, leaving a tang of salt on dry, cracked lips. Limbs tremble slightly under the tension of keeping you upright, a soft burn spiking with every movement. Blood pounds in your ears like thunder, filling the room with the pounding of your heart. Exhaustion fills your head with fog, and your vision blurs until you scrunch your eyes shut for a moment and try to focus.
You want to describe what the character is feeling, more than just "is in love with lady." We get that. You said that, perhaps a little too much. Think on the other sensations of the body.
This isn't mine - oh, no offense friend but it's much worse than mine. I want to get him some good feedback/suggestions, (as well as grammar corrections and stuff, which I guess I could do myself). His writing style is very... crude... but try not to put your own style into your edits, please.I'll probably give more detailed feedback when I have access to a computer but from a fairly quick read it doesn't look good. It seems to be a fairly bog standard special snowflake story and that makes it really boring and honestly pretty awful. And yeah, while this might seem hypocritical coming from someone who's written plenty of those shitty Mary Sue stories themselves the sooner you're friend is told to write about interesting people who have real faults the better.Spoiler: This is it (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: A story inspired by a dream. (click to show/hide)
Hmm, beginnings of a story underway.It's alright, it uses a bit too much telling rather than showing. If I'm honest it doesn't interest me overly much as it stands, but it seems to have the seeds of a good story.Spoiler: Feedback appreciated (click to show/hide)
I wouldn't mind some opinions on this:As stories go it's too short to say- it's only 200 words or so, not enough to get a proper feeling for the story.It's really early but I'd to know whether it's worth continuing before investing too much more time in it.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
...so uhh, I kinda want feedback on this thing I'm starting to write, its only ~400 wordsSpoiler: no title as of yet (click to show/hide)
OK, for the basics:Ah, thanks! Yeah having each person's words be on a different line makes it much easier to read.
Start each person's dialogue on a new line. This is pretty important. Just having all your text.
Also, you change from past to present tense. That needs to fixed. All the stuff highlighted is past, after that it's in present.
Also, dialogue has it's own subset for punctuation rules: http://theeditorsblog.net/2010/12/08/punctuation-in-dialogue/
You have a few mistakes in that regard. I've not fixed them below.-snip-
That is... identical to how I start my stories.I'm just naturally creative, git gud scrub
I have two main methods, myself.
I'll have an idea, and expand on it. That idea can be pretty much anything - a sentence (Her veins pulsed like molten metal.) which I then build on, on just an idea. How about a setting where the world was literally a goddess, and she died and broke into pieces? What about ghosts being invisible and dangerous, so most of the world is overrun with spirits you need special goggles to see? What about fantasy races in a ww1 era setting, and how they'd be affected by developments in technology?
Alternatively, take an establish idea and try to flip it around. Human infiltrators in a society of robots. A man tries to break a sword of legend.
Generally once I have the seed idea I'll write an action scene. As that develops it grants me more ideas about the protagonists and antagonists. The weapons they use. The locations they're in, and then I build from that into a larger setting, and once that's all established it's more suitable for writing a story in.
Or I just wing it. Does something sound cool? Bung it in.
And then, generally, I abandon it and move on to the next idea :P
I had an idea while I was away for a week and I want to know if it's a plausible idea.No. It's beyond the imagination of most people for this to happen in the near future. Have you asked yourself what this means for your story? Understand that implausibility doesn't make it a bad story, it simply signals to the audience that this is fictional. Most of the best stories are implausible and obviously fictional. Hell, a lot of times people fail to recognize the difference between fiction and real life. My point is, your story doesn't need to be plausible in order for you or others to enjoy it. However, if your goal is to make this seem like it could happen tomorrow, you're probably aiming too high by jumping straight to "Total Recall prisoners wearing exploding collars" territory.
Not-too-far dystopian future. Economic collapse of major nations led to a boom increase in illicit activities. Entire suberbs of major first-world cities give way to drug-ridden slums. It's nigh-impossible to walk within 5km of the slums without getting mugged and/or robbed and/or murdered. America, China, Australia and Russia, all major superpowers in the 21st century, have simply collapsed under 'set too high' moral standards.
In a last ditch effort to recover from the economic impact, politicians from the four ex-superpowers authorise the raising of a none-too-covert task group tasked to mass-murder the scum of the Earth in droves with zero regard to collateral damage. Due to a lack of volunteers in the regular and special armed forces, volatile and dangerous prisoners are fitted with killswitches and sent to augment the ranks of the taskgroup.
Separate idea. "For as long as I can remember, I've always wanted to be an asshole. At age five I Pavlov-conditioned my classmates into running for their recess and lunch with fifteen minutes of class left before the break periods. At age 3 I tacked my first chair and got away with it. My parents won my lawsuit for breach-of-privacy when a teacher attempted to record me tacking his chair. By nine I had watched every episode of CSI, Law and order, the Mentalist and all the other crime and police shows I could get my hands on. I learned to be an asshole and get away with it.It's a good premise. I think the backstory could use a little work:
I grew up - Physically, not mentally - and began cutting people off in traffic, became an expert in being the last person to go before the light turned red, splashing pedestrians with roadwater; all without legally doing anything wrong.
I eventually became attracted to the criminal underworld. From attraction came connection, and from that came opportunity. I became involved with a group of contract killers, and quickly acquired a reputation as the guy to call when you want someone ruined - but not dead.
I was 25 when I first failed a hit. It all started with me sitting in front of her in a cinema...
At age 3 I tacked my first chair and got away with it. My parents won my lawsuit for breach-of-privacy when a teacher attempted to record me tacking his chair.Ever seen The Incredibles?
That was what I was aiming for with the "As long as I can remember, I always wanted to be an asshole."
Also, I never really responded to the criticism.I had an idea while I was away for a week and I want to know if it's a plausible idea.No. It's beyond the imagination of most people for this to happen in the near future. Have you asked yourself what this means for your story? Understand that implausibility doesn't make it a bad story, it simply signals to the audience that this is fictional. Most of the best stories are implausible and obviously fictional. Hell, a lot of times people fail to recognize the difference between fiction and real life. My point is, your story doesn't need to be plausible in order for you or others to enjoy it. However, if your goal is to make this seem like it could happen tomorrow, you're probably aiming too high by jumping straight to "Total Recall prisoners wearing exploding collars" territory.
Not-too-far dystopian future. Economic collapse of major nations led to a boom increase in illicit activities. Entire suberbs of major first-world cities give way to drug-ridden slums. It's nigh-impossible to walk within 5km of the slums without getting mugged and/or robbed and/or murdered. America, China, Australia and Russia, all major superpowers in the 21st century, have simply collapsed under 'set too high' moral standards.
In a last ditch effort to recover from the economic impact, politicians from the four ex-superpowers authorise the raising of a none-too-covert task group tasked to mass-murder the scum of the Earth in droves with zero regard to collateral damage. Due to a lack of volunteers in the regular and special armed forces, volatile and dangerous prisoners are fitted with killswitches and sent to augment the ranks of the taskgroup.
The feeling of reality is often closely tied to a good story, and this is usually achieved with internal consistency within your story. This is called immersion. People can read your story and forget real life, and assume the rules of your world. This is why fiction works!QuoteSeparate idea. "For as long as I can remember, I've always wanted to be an asshole. At age five I Pavlov-conditioned my classmates into running for their recess and lunch with fifteen minutes of class left before the break periods. At age 3 I tacked my first chair and got away with it. My parents won my lawsuit for breach-of-privacy when a teacher attempted to record me tacking his chair. By nine I had watched every episode of CSI, Law and order, the Mentalist and all the other crime and police shows I could get my hands on. I learned to be an asshole and get away with it.It's a good premise. I think the backstory could use a little work:
I grew up - Physically, not mentally - and began cutting people off in traffic, became an expert in being the last person to go before the light turned red, splashing pedestrians with roadwater; all without legally doing anything wrong.
I eventually became attracted to the criminal underworld. From attraction came connection, and from that came opportunity. I became involved with a group of contract killers, and quickly acquired a reputation as the guy to call when you want someone ruined - but not dead.
I was 25 when I first failed a hit. It all started with me sitting in front of her in a cinema...
You should try explaining how he conditioned his classmates to leave before it was time to go instead of referencing Pavlov and expecting people to know what you're talking about. Figure out a way to show the audience Pavlov.
Your goal is to establish why this character is clever enough to get away with the stuff you're talking about, and I don't think watching TV is enough. A lot of those shows take numerous liberties when it comes to the way the actual law works. Why not make him a former law student if you want to justify his legal knowledge?
I think some kind of middle example to show how he went from doing petty things like putting tacks on chairs to "ruining" people would be good too. You need to show how he can do something so bad that it's worth people paying him money to do it. He needs to be extremely good at doing this and we need to see him succeeding first in order to have sufficient context for his failure to have impact.At age 3 I tacked my first chair and got away with it. My parents won my lawsuit for breach-of-privacy when a teacher attempted to record me tacking his chair.Ever seen The Incredibles?
Too little to build off, to be honest, but it's... eh.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Too little to build off, to be honest, but it's... eh.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Eldritch space monsters, so superior they're going to destroy/subsume humanity but not apparently superior enough to understand how to use capitalisation properly. The sentences are also often broken up poorly, but I don't know how much of that is deliberate due to the style...
Snippet of something I've had boiling in my head for a while, inspired by one of my oddly self-consistent dreams.I kinda like that scene.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Also sort of an exercise in conveying setting information without expositing or being confusing. Any thoughts on how I did on those? Also feedback in general would be nice. I am way out of the writing habit.
Spoiler: Minor criticism: (click to show/hide)
I released another e-novella today! Nathaniel Cannon and the Lost City of Pitu (http://manywords.press/books/nathaniel-cannon-and-the-lost-city-of-pitu) is an adventure set in an alternate 1929, where zeppelins and skypirates roam the airways.
I released another e-novella today! Nathaniel Cannon and the Lost City of Pitu (http://manywords.press/books/nathaniel-cannon-and-the-lost-city-of-pitu) is an adventure set in an alternate 1929, where zeppelins and skypirates roam the airways.
The description was intriguing enough that I gave it a purchase. I hope self-publishing works out for you and wish you luck in future endeavours!
Allow me to shill something here (https://cinder-analyse-fics.tumblr.com/post/159382073978/mmh)
Also, I bought your novella, it seems intriguing.
Bit of cross-pollination - I wrote this (short?) (micro?) fiction story in an attempt to win a game on the Other Games Forum. The theme was Dwarves IN SPACE (and/or also maybe Communism.) Sadly, I didn't win, but I did produce words - and I find myself curious what others think of them:Spoiler (click to show/hide)
A short story I wrote for English class.
The day went on like this until the early afternoon. Then, they stopped at a city, the city of Mesopolis.
Salutations, members of the noble trade.I made it through Part I but it just didn't hold my interest. I wasn't really sure what was being set up or where the story was going by the end of it.
I've recently started a series of short stories. I publish them on Reddit. It's about humans fucking about with gods and aliens in noosphere (author's rendition of it).
Part I - Through the Veil (https://redd.it/6cjavf)
Part II - Staring into the Void (https://redd.it/6cuo24)
Part III - The God-Child (https://redd.it/6d2ytn)
I don't really get that much feedback there, but I wish to improve myself. I'm working on my grammar - apparently I struggle with correct use of definite articles.
P.S. All that and a bag of potato chips (editable google docs) (https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0BwIs35d4flM3TFBrR1B3Y0ZoVHc?usp=sharing)
Ironically, it should probably be "apparently I struggle with the correct use of definite articles."That's the esssence of the problem right there, is what it is.
I made it through Part I but it just didn't hold my interest. I wasn't really sure what was being set up or where the story was going by the end of it.Yeah, I guess that is true. I had high hopes on the last sentence to bait the reader. I also hoped that a little bite of the upcoming part in the end of each current one will help to put parts together somewhat, with perspective jumping between sites every time. I'm going for repetitive pattern Aliens-Humans-Synthia, perspective-wise.
Nice story!
I came here for some advice on story structure. How should a scene/chapter be laid out? I've never had any instruction in story lore, so suspect my efforts are similar to those of a child gambolling through a field of wheat.
A la May, I suppose.
Hello everyone, I actually wrote something I'm happy enough to publish (on reddit, but that's kinda-sorta publishing)!
https://www.reddit.com/r/HFY/comments/6j40ok/oc_rescue_of_sargon_1/ (https://www.reddit.com/r/HFY/comments/6j40ok/oc_rescue_of_sargon_1/)
It's about 1700 words, pack of mercenaries planning a rescue mission in a sci-fi setting.
Anyone wants to comment or critique it at all, I'd definitely appreciate it.
Whoa. Never thought I'd see a HFY-er out in the wild.
Hey, I actually remember that. Read for abit, then lost track of the plot. Sorry, it was plot point overload.
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Keeping the oral tradition alive by telling stories over Discord, apparently. This is a traditional folk tale, but I've forgotten which African culture it's from. ;_;
Apologies for the weird formatting. Like I said, story told over Discord. :p
"...instead of screaming and despair from the village, he heard singing and drums...."
Angry that his venom was not as strong as he thought, he climbed up what we now call the fever tree and sicked up all his venom.
It stained the bark green and pooled at the base of the tree, just before its roots.
You see, Cobra had planned this all along: so he slithered up to the base of the tree and began gathering Python's venom... But he was not fast enough, and the other snakes stole some first.
Oblivious to this clever theft, Python watched smugly as singing tribesmen carried the corpse of the man he had surely killed.
Satisfied by the potency of his venom, he slid down the tree to find nothing but a dry stain where his precious gift had once collected.
...And that is the story of how Python lost his venom, and the Cobra became quite dangerous.
Halp? Trying something new.PaintCriticize me like one of your French women.Spoiler: Mattan Blood Fields - Microstory (click to show/hide)
If anyone has any thoughts, I'm interested. I'm almost happy with this just because I managed to write a story longer than the briefest of flash fiction without waffling. :P
No one is not hyphenated, like no person.
Of course consists of two words, no need to hyphenate for an interjection.
There is no need to write out Mhmm and then describe it. One or the other suffices.
There is lack of decisive narration, leading to the reader having to make baseless assumptions. When Travis was carried to success, literally, was he physically carried by zombies? Why wouldn't he be?
The narration in the directly following paragraphs is written as if it were one of the characters telling a coworker in a bar, as it is strangely familiar with the subject matter without explaining the circumstances. It skips over gathering evidence. It mentions graves that are too fresh, admits a coincidental string of missing persons, a vague statement, and ends on the note that Travis does not go the company office often. On these grounds they schedule an assassination.
Reading it went well until I got utterly bewildered why they were leaving before eliminating their target, only to go back and inconclusively resolve that his death was implied. Then it only got worse with the spray painting. I thought Sarah was meant to paint the back of the house.
I thought they were locked in a room after a mission went horribly wrong.
The characters do not sound like they are doing something dangerous. They sound like they are limping away from unimpressive failure. Timor was unconcerned about crippled at the start of breaching a necromancer's house. When Sarah says "What? Stub your toe?" it does not seem like she thinks there is any real danger, despite the zombie that broke Timor's arm. But two paragraphs later the muted sound of keys struck fear of a zombie horde into their hearts.
The individual sentences are very confusing. Because "Sarah affected a gravelly voice." has a full stop it comes across as either a random piece of information about her preferences or that the pain was starting to influence her vocal cords.
But the opposite problem is also present. Too many sentences are two or more unrelated clauses. I only now realized that the "She didn't look much better" sentence did not mean that she was in a poor state after sitting in the cold but rather that she was scarred too.
I have many unanswered questions after reading this twice such as:
Why did the medic like no other not bring painkillers? Or administer beforehand? They talk about routine work, so she must have been through the pain enough to prepare accordingly.
If Travis was trying to hide his nature, why did he put a zombie in his backyard or imprison people in his bedroom rather than a basement?
If Double Edge is extralegal, why do they sneak around? If they want to remain secret, why do they spray paint their insignia on the front door?
What does it mean when a person is a "total twist"? I assume it means that a person is twisted, but I can't find a source on that, only that in that context it refers to a young woman.
There are quite a few things I would say about each line, but this post is dragging on, so I'll do one.
this implies that standing up contributed to the popping and creaking]
this sentence detrimentally combines the lockpicking with his scars and also his current state
imprecise. It is obviously meant to say that it hurt him, but literally it says that it just didn't heal him. Unless the narration is meant to be imprecise this is a problem
the overuse of "as" and "while" aid the growth of this conglomerate. Additionally, the pronoun "their" doesn't have nouns to refer to other than "aches"
this implies he is lifting the padlock up to him rather than taking it into his hand. Once again, "lock" doesn't refer to the padlock, unless there is no other lock on the door
Confused as I was, I enjoyed it all the same. I would be glad to see you grow accustomed to writing these larger pieces, Arx, as I would like to read more. I hope this was of some use to you.
...because that makes no sense at all? It's a turn of phrase I went back and forth on for a while. On the whole, I think it would be better suited as something else, but not because I think there's a risk of the average reader thinking that zombies physically carried Travis, in person, to some physical location denoting success
Any chance you could elaborate on this? It's mentioned pretty early on that they're outside a mansion.
Any painkiller strong enough to stop a broken arm making you crotchety would also put you out like a light, as far as I know. I personally avoid opioids before breaking and entering. :P
I'm using "extralegal" in the sense of "not sanctioned by law". I would have thought it was fairly clear why they work quietly and only mark what they've done afterwards - easier not to attract attention until it's too late for anyone to interfere.
He uses them on construction sites. His back yard and bedroom are hardly more conspicuous. :P
Written as intended. By "alright", she means that she's clear and Timur can move. "All right" would be a bit of a weird construction in context.
I agree in principle, but it feels smoother in practice. I'll have to think about this a bit.
Hmm. It was meant to be quite a broad-strokes picture, glossing over details, but I guess I went too far in that direction. I detest exposition crammed in unnaturally, which sometimes leads to e jumping through weird hoops to try to avoid it.
Interesting. I would never have taken the meaning you did from that paragraph. I'll have to think about that.
That would be because it does.
The intention was to indicate that the cause was the cold.
If the meaning is obvious, there is no problem here. I would go so far as to say the "implication" is so strong as to be nearly explicit. It's a common idiom.
I'm a little confused what you're getting at here. I probably do overuse "as" and "while", but certainly not in that paragraph; and yes, "their" refers to the aches. That's also a common idiomatic construction.
I wouldn't say it necessarily implies that. And it's pretty explicit that it refers to the padlock, unless you're in the habit of ripping the locks out of doors to pick them up...? There's really no other lock he could be picking up, here, particularly since it's been explicitly labeled as "the padlock" in the previous sentence.
I dream of a day when this thread thrives and bustles and we will write like we have never written before.
There came across the ruined wall a knight of endless watch, who by enchantment had stood as still as stone for numberless days and nights, as rock warmed, cooled and cracked and crumbled around him as he waited for one to step across his runic boundary, at which he would draw his black blade hissing from its sheath, and advance upon the intruder with oaths spoken through his visor blacker than all his nights alone.Decided to write something around this:
That was awesome! It's really interesting to see how one idea can germinate into others, and of course, each person will have their own perspective on the original! What a mad world we live in.
However, I think here it becomes pretty convoluted: [. . .]
I personally think it's important to never tell someone how to write, but instead suggest ways they might improve it.
'tabulation' and 'sibilant.'
the purpose of each sentence is to lead onto the other.
In regards to my own writing, [. . .]
Often, I have noticed, writing becomes confusing as a result of minimizing space without thoroughly considering if a reader who does not already understand the meaning can find it without ordeal.
However, I think here it becomes pretty convoluted: "When Gawain spoke, though, his voice creaked like an old man's. They were not even his words, though they would not know that. A sorcerer, long dead, speaking in a forbidden language. Speaking again the spell which would bind Gawain, root him to the earth like a common statue. He would not have long. If any got past to the City Centre, the sorcerer would become.... less dead. He remembered long-gone spoken oaths and recited them where the sorcerer's incantation lulled."Totally agree, on a reread.
- I would say there's too much information being dumped at once, and for me this section is indicative of a problem I have with the piece as a whole. I would mirror what Aylokat says, in that the perspective whips about far too quickly, like a wasp trapped in a room with many windows. We begin intensely introspective; then we're observing something far away, which grows closer and more detailed; followed by dialogue of multiple persons involving a lot of information and a lot of different perspectives. For me at least, it was a fairly confusing read the first time round.
I also think there's some confusion with Gawain's acuity. Just how much can he remember? The drips work well for me, they convey a strange middle ground whereby Gawain is held in place by his curse, mentally dulled, yet strangely awake. Then we have a mist-like recollection of a woman, all nicely done and accordant with before. But then we have the Rim Mountains and the ruins of Tol Daren (so he knows their names?) and we have his perfect recollection of why he was cursed in the first place, and precisely what will happen if any make it past him. Overall I found Gawain to exist in a wavering state between total understanding of the situation and a dulled, accursed existence. I think we all know which better fits the piece!
P.S.S: I do have a problem with the words 'tabulation' and 'sibilant.' They seem a little too fancy for me when compared with the rest of the piece. I myself stick rigidly to the language I know. I didn't study literature at a top university, I'm not a serious academic, and the words I use in my stories reflect that. Of course, word choice is totally up to you.Can see where you're coming from, but don't quite agree. I am studying literature at a fairly respected (probably top?) university, so there's that.
He hated that sun. Vaguely, so vaguely that it seemed like a memory made of mist... Recently, I read something fantastically obvious that I had never really thought about before. It was in a book on writing by Ursula Le. Guin called Steering the Craft, and in it she says something along the lines of: the purpose of each sentence is to lead onto the other. This was like a light-bulb for me, and I would recommend you think on it, with this sentence as your subject. What are the subjects of these sentences, and how quickly do you switch between them? This is vital for maintaining coherence with your reader. It also relates to paragraph construction, which is how you build the blocks of your story.Good advice, thanks! I recommend in return you watch Brandon Sanderson's story writing videos on Youtube. They are pure gold, though I've only seen a few so far.
In regards to my own writing, I am currently cramming in a whole load of research to try and get a practice chapter posted on here. I have recently decided to switch from writing purely second world fantasy, to basically writing whatever the fuck I want. It's been liberating. The story I'm currently working on is about the daughter of a Danish noble in Anglo-Saxon England, who as part of a blood-feud between families ends up seeing a whole load of shit she shouldn't. After this trauma, she discovers a strange chapel/grove/shrine/I haven't quite decided yet, and within is a strange new world the likes of which is inspired by mythology and the atmosphere of the Souls series. What she finds in this second world, and her choices within it, will have massive ramifications for the primary world. Hopefully I'll have something on here soon.A note on this. Possibly already known by you, but as Anglo-Saxon times are an interest of mine I'll say it anyway. A feud in Anglo-Saxon times was primarily between men (obviously). In the Old Norse tales, a woman would provoke the pursuit of vengeance. In one tale, the woman roused the men by shaming them (a tactic women would often use to drive men to vengeance) and then tried to follow them on a horse to participate in the vengeance. Her saddle girth was cut so she fell out of the saddle - the message being clear. Women could instigate vengeance, and indeed it was their role, but they were not to participate in it. In Anglo-Saxon times, their role revolved mainly around that of the "Peaceweaver." Political glue to hold families together by marriage, but also a political tool in themselves. See Wealtheoh from Beowulf (Hrothgar's Queen) to see what I mean. She attempts to defuse tensions. Offers the cup. Makes statements on future unity, and tries to ensure her sons are properly taken care of. By Arthurian times, keep in mind that the literary figure of a Queen such as Guinevere had become one of decoration primarily. She was in "an adorned dias set" if I recall correctly, and therefore taken primarily as an ornament while battling went around her.
Gawain could be a street performer, I’m just not sure many of his spectators would survive the ordeal. ‘Step across the runic bounday and place a coin...’
This is a huge thing, the idea of space within the text and how story information is doled out. [. . .]
Oh, also, on the Knight-gets-passionate trope: have a Garland.
There are no jarring gaps in the narrative, nor confusing paragraphs except the second, where it is unclear how Garland is holding his sword over the man's chest, if they are both standing, or who the man is. Even now I am not sure whether the Chair was on his knees or lying on the ground.Surely this is mainly irrelevant?
For a moment, Garland comes across as murdering brigand as he is looking for a different weapon to kill his victim with. Had I not read “Oh, also, on the Knight-gets-passionate trope: have a Garland” I would have assumed that he was a brigand and then I would have had a sudden stop to wonder if a “Parliamentarian Knight” was equivalent to a vigilante or a rebel.
“the Chair cut off, and Garland opened his eyes” seems odd to me. I think it is meant to say that the Chair stopped because Garland looked at him, but the the is not capitalized and it makes “cut off” a dialog tag like said, so it reads like the Chair speaks and afterward Garland opens his eyes.The Chair spoke. Then trailed off, fear sort of being implied. Then Garland opened his eyes, his contemplation interrupted.
The Chair might have moved his hand quickly, but why did he have the chance speak a few sentences? Did Garland stop lunging? The Chair seems overconfident that he will be safe despite enough time passing for Garland to just kill him.I wouldn't have thought this was problematic. The Chair has crushed the crystal, so knows the Constables are coming. Garland has seen the crushed crystal, so there's no point in him continuing to lunge towards him. By lunge I don't mean with his sword - more a quick attempt at grabbing. Probably should have made that more apparent.
“Garland suspected that this had something to do with the boot he had driven into the man’s plump, vulnerable belly” is a strange tone shift. It is indirect and a hindrance to the building action.Good point.
“The casual nature of the throw” The Constables seem to take the Chair being held at sword-point quite well, waiting to act until they are all in place, to the point of throwing an incendiary over the Chair while there other Constables opposite the thrower who could be hit if Garland ducked.Oh, that definitely needs addressed. To be fair, the Chair is behind Garland, and I sort of envisioned the Constables hugging the left, right, and front walls, but that's by no means clear.
I still am not certain to what degree the fragmentary sentences are stylistic, but it reads awkwardly at times with constructions like “Garland flicked back his silver hair. Coldly considered” where the period is better replaced with a semicolon, or a dash if it is meant to be abruptDefinitely stylistic.
Surely this is mainly irrelevant?
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The Chair spoke. Then trailed off, fear sort of being implied. Then Garland opened his eyes, his contemplation interrupted.
I wouldn't have thought this was problematic. The Chair has crushed the crystal, so knows the Constables are coming. Garland has seen the crushed crystal, so there's no point in him continuing to lunge towards him. By lunge I don't mean with his sword - more a quick attempt at grabbing. Probably should have made that more apparent.
Definitely stylistic.
Thanks very much for the critique!
A lone figure walks alone. (Unnecessary repetition. We know a lone figure must walk, by definition, alone.) Around her, all the world is dark. Slowly, up a long, winding path, she trudges ever forward, never stopping or looking around her. Finally, she reaches the end of her path. It's a small valley, the centre taken over by a large lake. Two sides have tall hills, one side drops down into the darkness, and the last goes up, into a tall peak. At its bottom is a dark rectangle, (of the lake?)almost invisible in the gloom. She walks around the lake, the path getting rougher with each passing step. Occasionally, old bones, weapons, tools, and vehicles of war poke out of the soil.
Finally, she reaches the base of the peak. In the darkness from afar, it could not be made out, but now, it is as clear as can be: There is a tall door here, made from solid rock, and fastened with metal bands. At its centre is a large, four pointed star.
She walks up to it, towards a small pile of stones at its base. The ground around it is littered with skeletons, rusted armour, firearms, and broken tanks. She takes off her hood, revealing a lined, scarred face, and long braided hair, dark with streaks of grey. Slowly, she takes a pack off her bag, and takes out the skull of some demonic beast, with long broken teeth, and four eye sockets. She turns around, and throws it into the lake. Slowly, she takes a loose stone from the beach, and carefully adds it to the pile. She stands motionless for some time, before walking away, and starting a small fire. After some time, she gets out a bedroll, and goes to sleep.
In the morning, she is dead. (Why?)
Of course, keep this style if you wish, but I think you are going to confuse a lot of readers if you do.
As Neil Gaiman says, nobody can write the story you write. If you constantly try to ape another's style, you are limiting yourself, and you will only ever produce paler imitations of whatever style it is you are imitating.
One's greatest critic can often bethemselvesoneself.
Secondly we have some problems with perspective. We are nicely settled into the POV of Garland, through sentences like: There was no doubt; the world still had its share of fools.All duly noted. You're right about the clause issue at the start, and the relief-cloaked-in-suspicion part may merit some rewording.
Also, Dwarfy, if you have any more information regarding Anglo-Saxon Britain I'd love to hear it. It seems you really know your stuff. Useful topics for me are: food and health, gender (which you've already helped a ton with), crafts etc.In terms of food, I'm not particularly knowledgeable. The nobility ate meat, the peasantry not so much. I believe England was also capable of growing grapes for wine at that stage, but not sure.
In regards to my critique, I'm sorry if I come across as harsh! These are all issues I've had with my own writing, and you are of course free to accept my pointers or disregard them. It's all up to you! :D
The Knight in the Corridor
“Harvey and the Werewolf Hunter”
Yes, well, I knew it was a piece of crap anyway. I just posted it because it only seemed fair.
Now, Mr. Aylokat, why don’t we see some writing from you?
Enjoyed your one a lot, Gig. Only two nitpicks.In your quote she says she's been found out sooner than she'd like. :PThough I also have to wonder why they killed the first expedition if the aim was to find new masters. Maybe the wielding of weapons near them, or something? Dunno.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
The Knight in the Corridor: Some great descriptive writing and atmosphere, but I can’t help but feel it’s another story that suffers from plunging in too quickly. There’s a lot of plot and worldbuilding information woven into the action, and I had difficulty reading it a first time. This is key. If we want our stories to be appreciated by publishers, editors, agents etc. then they have to be enjoyed on a first pass. They won’t get a second read-through.
- For example, I’d think about getting rid of the part about the rat creatures; they don’t really have a purpose aside miscellaneous setting detail, and instead swap in something that illuminates Jia a bit more. As it stands, there are a lot of hurdles to leap in the midst of the action!
“clearly-written” should not have a hyphen, but it is not conspicuous or detrimental beyond me falling gaspingly on a fainting couch and sobbing profusely...Yep! You’re right. I do need to rein in my hyphens; a lot of them are unnecessary.
At least, that is the reasoning I have as to why our criticisms rarely overlap...We certainly have different focuses to our critiques! I look at the story as a whole. Minor points of punctuation, unless they completely warp the meaning of sentences (as in Dwarfy’s last piece) I ignore. They aren’t so much in my interest, but I do recognise that those small things go a long way in conveying a text to the reader.
However, if you had setup a premise prior to all this, such as: Mr. Miller and Kelly live in a strange, post-singularity world, where everyone is constantly high on hallucinatory drugs and crime is rampant and technology can fulfill any strange or sordid dream; then I would be on board.
The story had so many unrealistic elements that it barred me from fully enjoying the piece
the strangely loyal animals
I don’t find comic violence all that amusing in my stories.
the crowd’s total relish of graphic gore and violence
though I found its descriptions wooden in places. [. . .] The description sometimes sounds like a robot. Character action becomes stilted. It reads like a screenplay. (see what I’m doing?) I would recommend increasing the variety of your sentence structures outside of dialogue. It was pretty choppy in places, and it dulls the action on the page. [. . .] I did see two technical mistakes as I was reading.
I would be interested to read more about this unlikely duo.
I would much prefer a stronger focus on the two unlikely characters and their relationship.
Kelly watched the man sit perfectly still, entranced how the flashing lights of the dance floor cast shadows on his statue-like form. She came out of her lull when the man checked his watch and muttered something about a bill, though he had not ordered anything that she could see. Kelly suddenly felt rude for staring and averted her eyes.
In terms of wooden writing, this struck me as a bit stilted. Like a list, almost.
I'd prefer more description.
I had never outright categorized my strengths and weaknesses, only thinking in broad writing ability.Huh. That's an interesting idea
I've hated lore dumps since forever, but trying to fit a high fantasy story with elements of world-building in a short story scope is I am sure possible, but a very tricky path to tread.
Some lines, like this one, will benefit from the accompanying clause from being a separate sentence, as it gives the clause more emphasis and force.
For example: “How is that possible?” I asked. It was impossible, I knew that well, but my conviction still faltered.
I am a bit unclear on what you mean exactly by whether or not it should be But the Record?
I did it the original way for haste and flow. I thought about using two sentences as well, but I thought the flow was better, and more rushed/tense
It was supposed to build on the mystery including later when his full 'name' is announced.
Oh, sugar. I thought I had responded to Aylo's previous critique. With that in mind - thank you. At least the issues you picked up seemed to mainly be small grammatical things rather than greater narrarive issues.
I think things like these should be taken slowly, especially because there is so much 'content'.
I kind of like the way it was done there
Well, I'd like some critiquing. Tell me what I do wrong.
I'm finally going to post however many hundreds of words this is
This text wasn't checked for any mistakes at all. I just slapped a concept here and called it a day. I'm more concerned with the story and if it's a good introduction to the character (giving the most basic information as the rest is going to be revealed in next stories)
Fewer commas, not less commas :P
Other changes, such as the one regarding the purpose of the chittering chamber were made for brevity, as the alternative is to have to explain that the chamber was constructed for the purpose of carrying sounds of agony from the exhibits to the zoo owners.
I contend that a moan may be brief
In Pascal Defends Himself, the passage regarding him outrunning the fat little fuck is speculative.
In the Appointment with the Emperor's Advisor, Pascal notes that the advisor's laugh is strange because it is not strange at all, which he assumed it would be given that the advisor in question is an electrical elemental
Y'know, general feedback on the feel of it all.
An overall review of the text with emphasis on the story (which is mediocre at best) would be greatly appreciated.
An overall review of the text with emphasis on the story (which is mediocre at best) would be greatly appreciated.
Look at it this way, if your story is mediocre then it is not bad; it is middle-of-the-road and thus getting to the other side of good is easier than if you start at “bad.” Keep up your enthusiasm and be diligent and you will get there.
Here is the general review, and because you are planning on rewriting this into different language I will not get into specifics on grammar or spelling. I will say that it does read like a concept outline.
The story so far is a standard “hero fights off bandits” deal. Not much I can say about it. It works, and it reads smooth enough bar the formatting. Is there anything specific about the story you want examined?
The personality of the crow knight is odd, almost quixotic. I believe this is caused by the story moving too fast and thus requiring all actions to be exaggerated to convey the same ideas.
There are many unnecessary words strewn around, like in "outstretching his hand with an open palm" which could have been outstretching his hand. Because outstretching refers to the crow knight’s hand it is clear to mean extending fully, and that would mean opening his palm. Keep an eye on your phrasing so you do not repeat yourself and waste yours and the reader’s time.
Dialog and its dialog tag, if any, should generally be in its own paragraph. Put ideas that form a whole in the same paragraph; neat paragraphs make writing easier to read and understand.
Dark One, if I may also be permitted to provide my opinion -
I think your description of the Crow Knight as quixotic is perfectly apt. He charges a group of bandits for no other reason than honour and general do-goodery as far as I can tell, and refers to gunpowder as sorcery. It definitely gave me the impression that he might be rather decent but perhaps a couple feathers short of a crow, as it were. Birds are universal and function very nicely as all sorts of plot device, so a knight who can transform himself into a bird has a variety of interesting things he can do without breaking the internal logic or relying too heavily on deus ex machina.
His power set and nature lend themselves well to some sort of supernatural patron as the source of his powers, but I would be interested to see what you envisaged for him.
Aylokat, thanks for the direction. I'll try and write a bit next week without inspiration, post it up here and see how much the quality drops.
A review with emphasis on the plot would be welcome, but focusing on any aspect of the text would be greatly appreciated.
I'll try and write a bit next week without inspiration, post it up here and see how much the quality drops.
So, I was going to write without inspiration but I ended up having a dream. To my credit, the dream wasn't very long and so most of what follows is proper writing, rather than inspiration-led.
I rarely go back through what I write
I know I overuse the progressive, though I don't know how to fix that.
It's interesting that you consider Ide's musings unbelievable
That's really cool logical! I love the mixed-media/prose posing as internet at the beginning. Never seen that before, it's an awesome idea!
I would say there's a lot going on in the next section though! It's actually all really solid, but just overwhelming. The idea of news being so impersonal in reality is super interesting and could probably warrant an entire book on it's own! I would suggest practicing slowing down your writing and focusing on one thing at a time, because you clearly have some great ideas.
Your first draft actually caught my attention better because it was shorter. The other drafts are more like the official report that gets filed at Corporate HQ afterwards. So still useable, but not as the Final Message to Ape's Failed Offspring (who really don't need to know anything else).
Thanks for unearthing this thread. Hope most of the links at the beginning still work.
I half expect myself to just suddenly appear in a puff of smoke, say some pseudo-philosophical shit or make some weird observation and then disappear in the same breath.
Anyway, regardless of the actual quality of the writing itself, i still find myself interested in seeing where this goes :P
*poof*
meme magicHeheh
Wow, it's been almost 11 years since I've posted in this thread. I don't have anything direct to contribute except to say that I decided to keep working on my NaNoWriMo story from last year, which I completed last night after a marathon 5,400 words in a single day. It came out to about 95,000 words across 29 chapters and a bit over 300 pages using the novel e-pub template I used.
When I started, I set out to write something I hoped would be publishable. That was always a lofty goal considering that the subject material was inevitably not going to be broadly appealing. It's a story about space explorers in an alternate, magical universe who discover that the solution to the Fermi paradox is that aliens keep wiping themselves out by discovering necromancy. Except... it's also written from the perspective of a non-human species that are effectively space furries. So, pretty narrow appeal.
Anyway, after writing it, I came to the normal conclusion that the story is just a very rough draft that needs a lot of plot and developmental work. I effectively want to redo the last third of the book, maybe with the end result having no resemblance to what I wrote. Editors understandably charge money to review a story of that length, and since I don't think it could be published anyway there's no point in doing that.
Still, it's good to finish something I started for NaNoWriMo.
Thanks. I recently started rewriting that story with some real hopes of making it public in some fashion, though I've been trying to think of how I'll do that.
Even if I got the story and prose up to a level I'm happy with, I know there's no traditional publisher that would take it, so at best I could self publish it on Kindle or something. That's better than nothing, but I've wondered if it might make more sense to try to publish it as a free web novel on a personal website or something. I wouldn't make any money on it that way, but maybe someone would actually read it without all of the expectations that it's a professionally edited novel.
Except I don't think people really do that anymore. I've gone looking a little to try to find web novels, and it looks like there are some aggregation sites but the few I looked at didn't have the best presentation or usability.
What's worse is that I have another story idea I want to work on that has undead as a prominent feature of the setting, and if I ever tried to publish that people might feel like I'm one note. And maybe I am. Guess I could use a different pen name.