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Posted: 12th Jun 2007 09:15
I don't know why, but i felt the urge to write. This is what i have so far, tell me what you think guys!

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Prolouge To The Story That I Have Just Started To Write from Thin Air


Burrowing, burrowing I trudged through the muck that lay in front of me. The mud stuck to my hands and seemingly grafted itself to my skin while I pushed onward slicing away chunk after chunk of my hellish tunnel. It was dark and wet and cold, the bruises and lacerations on my arms and chest burned with the fire of hate and anguish but I still pressed onward, too determined now. I would repay all the deed of dread to the appropiate parties.

I tripped and fell again into the wet earth all around myself. Angerly I pushed forward clawing at the impentreable fortress that lay before me. My comrades lay not far behind me digging out the cave wider as I hoped to find the exit to this inescapable hell that we had all called home these past ten years.

The tunnels, we had been digging them for the last eight of this long and arduous decade together, what was expected of us now from each other would have resulted in fights to the death upon our meeting for the first time in that pitiful excuse of a holding area.

I oftened dreamed of seeing light once more and holding my dearest in my arms once more, to kiss her softly, to tell her everything that I had kept from her. How was she, had she taken ill? Moved on, passed on, the questions ran through my mind almost every day. I can still see her as if I had just met her. Beautiful brunette hair to her shoulders, brown eyes that captured your soul and the voice of a vixen with a soft touch to melt away your problems. I remembered the walks on the country road and our dog patches would run along with us and then we would retire to the porch swinging bench and enjoy the sunset as it brought the soft night on our love. "


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Posted: 12th Jun 2007 10:32
Nice

Although, you spelt 'Angrily' wrong, and used 'once more' twice in 11 words!

Maybe don't name the dog, instead give it a description, like "... country road, our playful Collie pup bouncing around with us..."?

I'm no writer, so that's just my 2c

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Posted: 12th Jun 2007 10:38
jess t- thanks, i thought i had spelled something wrong in there. i'll check for the once more, i like when i write to have everything sound thought out and flow well. Thanks for your input!

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Posted: 12th Jun 2007 11:51 Edited at: 12th Jun 2007 12:21
Well whatever this story will be, I like where it is so far *and i hate my writing * I've only begun the first chapter, but I like all of you and want to share what i have for chapter one. enjoy, give feedback!!! but only if you want

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Chapter 1- Fresh Nightmares

"Your husband is dead. He was found mutliated in the deep jungle with his comrades, I am sorry Ms. Ratcheson. His assignment had required miminal resistance according to our intellegence but his squad had been ambushed and with little gear the men perished quickly. The only way we were able to identify the men's bodies were by their dog tags which had been left there purposley as though it were a boast from the enemy saying look what we did. "

Ms. Ratcheson mmm, she would have to get used to the label of a lonely widow she thought to herself as she wept on the porch of her now empty home. The commanding officer came over to console her and put his arm around her. The sun hung high in the sky that day and sounds of pleasure and enjoyment echoed from the crashing waves of the ocean.

"Do you know if he felt any pain?" she asked with a tear soaked face. "Ms. Ratcheson, I must regret to inform you that from the autospy report, your husband was alive twelve hours after his inital capture and was put through the majority of that time span to an unholy torture."

Ms. Ratcheson began to sob uncontrollably and Henry Mcallister knew his obligation would be entering extra hours tonight but then here was the now widow of a dear friend that he must be strong for whilst battling his own grief. He had only spoken with him a few hours prior to his squad's departure into the jungle, and now with his body found, there would be no hope of ever laughing with his old friend again. He had hoped that in some twist of fate, his friend had mangaed to free himself and his men and make a heroic escape. Without noticing,Henry had began to weep and as the tears flowed down his cheek his consience became increasingly worse, how was he ever going to pull himself through the entire squad's tragic deaths if he couldn't tell one widow her husband had been killed? Ms. Ratcheson was looking up at him now and he had only just realized it and looked back at her.

"Ms. Ratcheson, forgive me. I should not have upset you." As Henry said this, she burst into more hysterics.
"Its not fair Henry! ITS NOT FAIR! WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE!! WHY!"

"Ms. Ratcheson, we all must meet our fate, and I..I..miss..him..too..oh" Henry began to weep and he and Ms. Ratcheson hugged each other and wept for the latter part of the day. Late afternoon was coming to a close and Henry and Ms. Ratcheson had calmed down considerably. Henry made certain that she would be okay by herself and she wrote him off every time exclaming that her old scottish terrier would keep her company and her tears away. Henry walked down the now lit path of Ms. Ratcheson's front walkway, he waved cheerily to her and let her know he would check on her in a few days if she needed it. She only smiled and told him that would be fine and bid him a good evening.

"Yes, a good evening, for tomorrow brings yet another terrible story I must recount five more times."

Henry muttered to himself and he opened the driver's side door to his little sports car. For being such a small thing, the car's interior was well crafted. Leather seats, side airbags, gps enabled tracking system, and his own little help in the glove compartment, a magnum. Henry hadn't ever had the need for such a powerful weapon and he wished every day that the call for it would never arise.

The sun was begginning to set as Henry pulled into his driveway and as he stood in his walkway he couldn't help but feel as though he was being watched. He shrugged off the feeling and went inside to his lounge where he resided to think. Bookcases lined the room which contained several topics of interest, most of all though was the subject of political dominance and war strategy. A window stood tall and elegant at the base of the room where Henry could watch the beach in the tranquility of his own home though nothing would ever compare to laying on the beach again. To the left of his favorite sitting chair a leather armchair stood a table with some brandy and scotch. Pouring himself some scotch, Henry sat in his chair and began to pour over the events of his morning. He could hardly believe that no more than twelve hours ago he had been told his friend had been mutilated and it was then his duty to inform all immediate family of the fallen. He took a drink of his scotch and laid it on the table beside him and then he jolted up from his chair and broke the glass as he had knocked the table over.

He was certain of it this time, he was being watched and the intruder was in the room. He was unarmed, emotionally and phyiscally tired, he wouldn't put up much of a fight if his attacker showed some force.

"Show yourself! I've discovered you!" Henry yelled at the shadows yet his voice still contained some calm about it.

A bright light and then a terrifiying explosion ripped to the left of Henry and it only took him a few seconds to realize he had been struck by a flash grenade, he was blinded and so he began to thrash around the room, taking out whatever he could while screaming at his attacker! There was a heavy thump behind Henry and he turned and met his attacker's fist with his right palm. His attempt to push this foe backwards failed and he stumbled forward and screamed in pain as his left calf was torn into with a sharp object. Henry could feel his blood spilling perfously onto the hardwood floor, he screamed and attempted to blindly lunge but he only worsened his leg and fell to his side in agonizing pain. His vision was starting to return, now he would meet his attacker face to face and take the son of a bitch with him if he had to. He looked up only to see darkness sweeping over his eyes once more and then the rope around his neck was tightened and he tried to stand and was forced down. He could not understand the dialect of what this mysterious assasian was speaking but he felt blackness come over him and he was passing out, he screamed for help as much as he could and it was met with a hit to his side each time and then Henry let go....

TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER TWO



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Posted: 12th Jun 2007 15:13
Quote: "A story pooped in my head"

Sorry to hear that


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Posted: 12th Jun 2007 17:17
Re read the title cash it says popped, unless you were kidding..

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Posted: 12th Jun 2007 17:49 Edited at: 12th Jun 2007 17:50
Maybe Cash got overexcited from adding lightning powers to his wizard master in his game.

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Posted: 12th Jun 2007 19:53
Interesting prologue - I like how you've used the monologue - If you're interested in writing, like me, join the absolute write to discuss and showcase written peices or fiction press just to showcase.


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I've begun writing my novel and have had some good comments from absolute write (Just on my prologue -> I'm not posting all my material there if I plan to publish) - they're all really good at providing criticisms etc.

Anyway - as you posted here, I'm going to look at your prologue myself and see what critcisms I can come up with. It appears this is first draft - so anything I say, don't be discouraged - I like to write a lot but it isn't as bad as a long post may appear to make it out to be - it's good and I liked it. But these would be things to consider in your second draft - of course it's my opinion as a critic - so you don't have to agree with me.

First thing that springs to mind is punctuation - reading through that, I kind of had to force my own breaks - to help me articulate the reading process - that said, I think how you use your language is very important in how your audience reads it - chunking paragraphs, good use of punctuation, sentencing and grammar does this - you've done good here, but at this point, looking at it, punctuation is the only thing that got me. What you've done is grammatically correct - perhaps you could use more 'interesting' punctuation if you will.


Quote: " It was dark and wet and cold, the bruises and lacerations on my arms and chest burned with the fire of hate and anguish but I still pressed onward, too determined now. "


too many 'ands'...expand your vocabulary a bit - perhaps more connectives or this could be a bit where punctuation might spice things up - repetition doesn't play well for reading unless its done on purpose and with good reason. I was told 'rewriting' people work is a no-no - so I'll keep that to a minimum (But it seems parts need to be rewritten to show you more of what I mean as opposed to a long winded explanation )- I will use this sentence as an example for me to try something else.

It was dark, wet and cold; my bruised and lacerated limbs burned with the fire of hate and anguish, but I still pressed onward - too determined. (Note: you're talking in the past tense, as he isn't talking as though he's in the past currently- I'd wouldn't use 'now')

You probably could make it your own - I might get told off for the use of the semi-colon there, it's not a necessity (Like I said, what you've put is grammatically correct)- but I'm one of those people who says 'don't let the semi-colon die or Bambi will cry' as it is useful to give some variation in a sentence - each of the punctuation used there emphasised different parts of the sentence. So you have the 'setting; a description of the character and what he's doing - a separate following statement'.


Quote: "chunk of my hellish tunnel"


Sorry I picked this one out - does the narrator possess the 'hellish tunnel'? Or did he pass through a tunnel that was hellish for him; perhaps you should replace 'my' with 'the' - just as a note.


Quote: "we had been digging them for the last eight of this long and arduous decade together,"


'we were digging' sounds better to me - it shortens the amount of words you use, whilst giving the same message and making it slightly more articulate.

'last eight years' perhaps - it seemed a little odd reading it without 'years' to me.

'this' is present tense - okay the narrator could still be there working and it's the same decade -despite that I would have gone for 'the' or 'a' - probably 'a'.



And of course - description my friend - appeal to the senses as well, sight and touch have been the only senses I've noticed - does the tunnel smell? Can you hear strange noises? Does this beautiful brunette have a scent? What makes her beautiful - you told us she's beautiful and that her brown eyes capture your soul - but what about her eyes capture your soul - Also with 'your' - are the audience present and can the audience see her? or are they relying on you to tell them? I'd probably say that they 'capture my soul' - he's the one caught by her aestheticness. Also, the opening paragraph could perhaps do with a strong description of the environment - you can still go straight into action as the first thing the audience see (A man burrowing - its good, it raises questions - it's immediate) but I think the tunnel and muck could have more description.


That's what I've got to say; just as a summary, that's: keep an eye your punctuation- try to make things interesting by using language and punctuation to emphasise certain parts of a sentence, keep an eye on your tenses and use the most articulate method to convey a bit of information - read your sentence after you've written it, then read the paragraph after you've written it, does it sound good? Is it easy to read? Also, pay attention to description and the senses.

Bear those things in mind when moving onto your next draft and when writing further chapters. (And before continuing your chapters - I find it's helpful that you fix a chapter completely before moving onto the next) I like that part of the story so far, I haven't read the first chapter yet, so I won't comment on that. This may look big - but you'll find a lot of early drafts given in for criticisms will get this much (If not more) written about it.

Anyway, good luck and hope you complete your story and are happy with it. Just take in the advice you agree with, edit your work and redraft, redraft and redraft each chapter until it's just right - also, don't rush ahead of yourself...new ideas? - for heavens sake try them out - grab another bit of paper and write what you can - even if you're not writing and you think 'that's a good idea' don't think 'I'll remember that one' but write it down - so many great ideas get lost from coming back to them - anything you write can be included later on in the story, don't be insistant on putting it in the current stage of the story.

Have fun! And I hope you take this into consideration as it's a long post and took some time to write it.

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Posted: 12th Jun 2007 20:06
Quite entertaining.

Funny, i read it as pooped too


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Zombie 20,

I won't go over what others have said. Seppuku Arts is the pro in my book and I feel certain that he has covered things very well. It's a lot of info and may seem like a lot of crit, but it's just what you get from a pro.

As for me, I like your style. While there may be some things to work on, I found it interesting and would have continued to read on had you posted more. You have a certain flair for putting words together, but be careful not to try too hard or it could end up "replete with demonstrative connotation".

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Quote: "I won't go over what others have said. Seppuku Arts is the pro in my book and I feel certain that he has covered things very well."


Wow thanks, I've never been called a pro before, I've just made sure I know what I need to know so I can get my first novel written - as well as leaving some empty gaps in my knowledge to be filled at University.

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one thing, that bit where the officer is talking to mrs ratcheson he says
"were a boast from the enemy saying look what we did.". i think the 'look what we did' bit sounds a bit labored. maybe just replace it with " a boast from the enemy".


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hmm interestin

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Quote: "maybe just replace it with " a boast from the enemy"."


Or you could nested quotation marks.

"The only way we were able to identify the men's bodies were by their dog tags which had been left there purposley as though it were a boast from the enemy saying 'Look what we did.'

By the way great story so far.

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Cash-I know huh? It can be smelly.

Seppuku Arts- Well, thank you very much for you input, I appreciate the long written post. I have taken all that you read in and will make the necessary changes. I can't really recall what happened, I was just laying in bed watching tv and the word burrowing popped in my head and it kept going on and on. I do quite enjoy writing and I seem to have a lot of ideas flowing for this story. However, I have always enjoyed flowing through many events that were in the past and the present. I promise you chapter 2 will not dissapoint, but I will add more description. One of my fears is that I will not convey the correct mood with what I want people to feel. But who knows, we'll find out won't we . Good luck with your novel!!!

Oolite-Haha, its okay.

xplosys-Well thank you very much, I am always glad to hear that people are enjoying my writings, I'm flattered.

Blobby101-Thanks, I'll look at that again.

Shadow Heart-Thanks for your interest.

Code Dragon-Thank you for input and interest.

I suppose i'll put up chapter 2 and a revised draft of the start and chapter 1.

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Posted: 13th Jun 2007 08:31 Edited at: 13th Jun 2007 08:39
here is my revised opening paragraphs, just the few.

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Burrowing, burrowing I trudged through the muck that lay in front of me. The mud stuck to my hands and seemingly grafted itself to my skin while I pushed onward slicing away chunk after chunk of the hellish tunnel. It was dark, wet and cold, the lacerations overlayed the bruises on my arms as my chest burned with the fire of hate and anguish but I still pressed onward, too determined now. I would repay all the deed of dread to the appropiate parties.

I tripped and fell again into the wet earth all around myself. Angrily I pushed forward clawing at the impentreable fortress that lay before me. My comrades lay not far behind me digging out the cave wider as I hoped to find the exit to this inescapable hell that we had all called home these past ten years.

The tunnels..we were digging these darkened passenges for the last eight of this long and arduous decade together, what was expected of us now from each other would have resulted in fights to the death upon our meeting for the first time in that pitiful excuse of a holding area.

"


revision of the sweet girl's description .


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I oftened dreamed of seeing light once more and holding my dearest in my arms, to kiss her softly, to tell her everything that I had kept from her. How was she, had she taken ill? Moved on, passed on, the questions ran through my mind almost every day. I can still see her as if I had just met her. Beautiful brunette hair to her shoulders, brown eyes that captured my soul and the voice of a vixen with a soft touch to melt away your problems. Her scent of strawberries invaded my nostrils and I felt as though I could reach out to touch her. I remembered the walks on the country road and our scottish terrier would run along with us and then we would retire to the porch swinging bench and enjoy the sunset as it brought the soft night on our love. She was my light in this dark abyss of hate and torment.
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Here is what i have so far, i need to take a break from it, so i can take my time with it and be more descriptive, I know i can do it, just distracted. Anyway, this will pick up right after I left Henry. I hope you like it, feedback is always welcome.

Seppuku Arts - thanks for the sites mate and for your input, I hope you like the changes haha though I am quite tired I will be working on this for a little bit longer. I'm leaving off at the end of chapter 1.


Quote: "
Prolouge To The Story That I Have Just Started To Write from Thin Air


Burrowing, burrowing I trudged through the muck that lay in front of me. The mud stuck to my hands and seemingly grafted itself to my skin while I pushed onward slicing away chunk after chunk of the hellish tunnel. It was dark, wet and cold, the lacerations overlayed the bruises on my arms as my chest burned with the fire of hate and anguish but I still pressed onward, too determined now. I would repay all the deed of dread to the appropiate parties.

I tripped and fell again into the wet earth all around myself. Angrily I pushed forward clawing at the impentreable fortress that lay before me. My comrades lay not far behind me digging out the cave wider as I hoped to find the exit to this inescapable hell that we had all called home these past ten years.

The tunnels...we were digging these darkened passenges for the last eight of this long and arduous decade together, what was expected of us now from each other would have resulted in fights to the death upon our meeting for the first time in that pitiful excuse of a holding area.

I oftened dreamed of seeing light once more and holding my dearest in my arms, to kiss her softly, to tell her everything that I had kept from her. How was she, had she taken ill? Moved on, passed on, the questions ran through my mind almost every day. I can still see her as if I had just met her. Beautiful brunette hair to her shoulders, brown eyes that captured my soul and the voice of a vixen with a soft touch to melt away your problems. Her scent of strawberries invaded my nostrils and I felt as though I could reach out to touch her. I remembered the walks on the country road and our scottish terrier would run along with us and then we would retire to the porch swinging bench and enjoy the sunset as it brought the soft night on our love. She was my light in this dark abyss of hate and torment.

I fell once more and could not find the strength to push myself up as hard as I searched. I could hear my comrades yelling my name but it was too late, the blackness had covered my eyelids and all I saw was my beautiful sweet dearest and how I missed her. It went quiet...

AND I SUPPOSE THAT WILL BEGIN CHAPTER 1, THOUGH I DON'T KNOW WHERE THIS IS REALLY GOING.





Chapter 1- Fresh Nightmares

"Your husband is dead. He was found mutliated in the deep jungle with his comrades, I am sorry Ms. Ratcheson. His assignment had required miminal resistance according to our intellegence but his squad had been ambushed and with little gear the men perished quickly. The only way we were able to identify the men's bodies were by their dog tags which had been left there purposley as though it were a boast from the enemy saying "look what we did. ""

Ms. Ratcheson mmm, she would have to get used to the label of a lonely widow she thought to herself as she wept on the porch of her now empty home. The commanding officer came over to console her and put his arm around her. The sun hung high in the sky that day and sounds of pleasure and enjoyment echoed from the crashing waves of the ocean.

"Do you know if he felt any pain?" she asked with a tear soaked face. "Ms. Ratcheson, I must regret to inform you that from the autospy report, your husband was alive twelve hours after his inital capture and was put through the majority of that time span to an unholy torture."

Ms. Ratcheson began to sob uncontrollably and Henry Mcallister knew his obligation would be entering extra hours tonight but then here was the now widow of a dear friend that he must be strong for whilst battling his own grief. He had only spoken with him a few hours prior to his squad's departure into the jungle, and now with his body found, there would be no hope of ever laughing with his old friend again. He had hoped that in some twist of fate, his friend had mangaed to free himself and his men and make a heroic escape. Without noticing,Henry had began to weep and as the tears flowed down his cheek his consience became increasingly worse, how was he ever going to pull himself through the entire squad's tragic deaths if he couldn't tell one widow her husband had been killed? Ms. Ratcheson was looking up at him now and he had only just realized it and looked back at her.

"Ms. Ratcheson, forgive me. I should not have upset you." As Henry said this, she burst into more hysterics.
"Its not fair Henry! ITS NOT FAIR! WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE!! WHY!"

"Ms. Ratcheson, we all must meet our fate, and I..I..miss..him..too..oh" Henry began to weep and he and Ms. Ratcheson hugged each other and wept for the latter part of the day. Late afternoon was coming to a close and Henry and Ms. Ratcheson had calmed down considerably. Henry made certain that she would be okay by herself and she wrote him off every time exclaming that her old scottish terrier would keep her company and her tears away. Henry walked down the now lit path of Ms. Ratcheson's front walkway, he waved cheerily to her and let her know he would check on her in a few days if she needed it. She only smiled and told him that would be fine and bid him a good evening.

"Yes, a good evening, for tomorrow brings yet another terrible story I must recount five more times."

Henry muttered to himself and he opened the driver's side door to his little sports car. For being such a small thing, the car's interior was well crafted. Leather seats, side airbags, gps enabled tracking system, and his own little help in the glove compartment, a magnum. Henry hadn't ever had the need for such a powerful weapon and he wished every day that the call for it would never arise.

The sun was begginning to set as Henry pulled into his driveway and as he stood in his walkway he couldn't help but feel as though he was being watched. He shrugged off the feeling and went inside to his lounge where he resided to think. Bookcases lined the room which contained several topics of interest, most of all though was the subject of political dominance and war strategy. A window stood tall and elegant at the base of the room where Henry could watch the beach in the tranquility of his own home though nothing would ever compare to laying on the beach again. To the left of his favorite sitting chair a leather armchair stood a table with some brandy and scotch. Pouring himself some scotch, Henry sat in his chair and began to pour over the events of his morning. He could hardly believe that no more than twelve hours ago he had been told his friend had been mutilated and it was then his duty to inform all immediate family of the fallen. He took a drink of his scotch and laid it on the table beside him and then he jolted up from his chair and broke the glass as he had knocked the table over.

He was certain of it this time, he was being watched and the intruder was in the room. He was unarmed, emotionally and phyiscally tired, he wouldn't put up much of a fight if his attacker showed some force. His phone lay not but five feet away, Henry eyed it up.

"Show yourself! I've discovered you!" Henry yelled at the shadows yet his voice still contained some calm about it.

A bright light and then a terrifiying explosion ripped to the left of Henry and it only took him a few seconds to realize he had been struck by a flash grenade, he was blinded and so he began to thrash around the room, taking out whatever he could while screaming at his attacker! There was a heavy thump behind Henry and he turned and met his attacker's fist with his right palm. His attempt to push this foe backwards failed and he stumbled forward and screamed in pain as his left calf was torn into with a sharp object. Henry could feel his blood spilling perfously onto the hardwood floor, he screamed and attempted to blindly lunge but he only worsened his leg and fell to his side in agonizing pain. His vision was starting to return, now he would meet his attacker face to face and take the son of a b***h with him if he had to. He looked up only to see darkness sweeping over his eyes once more and then the rope around his neck was tightened and he tried to stand and was forced down. He could not understand the dialect of what this mysterious assasian was speaking but he felt blackness come over him and he was passing out, he screamed for help as much as he could and it was met with a hit to his side each time and then Henry let go....


The morning dew still sat fresh on the blades of grass when Ms. Ratcheson greeted the morning. Her scottish terrier, patches, always the sweet dog bounced happily with her down the path as the two sauntered off on their morning walk. The ocean sprayed its scent into the air and Ms. Ratcheson took in a deep breath while she walked down the sandy road to the beach.

Patches played merriely in the surf while she stared out into the distance, her thoughts clouded by the unfolding events in front of her. Compeltely caught off guard by her recent news, she began to ponder the situation. Why had her husband been out in the jungle, he was in long distance recon so the call should have never came for him. Tears began to well in her eys, she attempted to hold her sadness back as long as she could bear, but her grief took the best of her as she put her head in her knees and wept once more. Patches had given up mastering the water for the time being and ran up to Ms. Ratcheson and whimpered from seeing her head down, sensing her master's sadness Patches layed his head on her knee and barked at her. Ms. Ratcheson lifted her head and through tear soaked eyes saw her only companion left in the world.

"Come here patches." she said softly. The terrier complied as the two hugged on the beach Ms. Ratcheson began to feel a bit better and decided it was time to head back home before someone else saw her grieving. "Come on Patches." she said in a calmer tone as she ran up towards the path leading home, Patches barked happily and ran after her.

Ms. Ratcheson was sitting in her foyer at around ten a.m. when her phone rang. Tears sprang to her eyes again as she feared it may be a call of death for another loved one. "Hello." she replied quickly hiding her sadness once more.

"Yes, hello is this the Ratcheson household?"

"Well yes it is, may I ask who is calling"

"Oh, well I hope this is not a bad time as I wouldn't want to inconvience you in anyway Ms. Ratcheson."

Ms. Ratcheson became a little supsicous at this commet, it almost sounded insincere as well as personal. "Sir, just what is the purpose for your call."She exclaimed with a tougher tone.

"Excuse me sir, may I ask you a question?"

"But of course Ms. Ratcheson"

"May I have your name, you do not sound familiar to me, have we met? " Ms. Ratcheson remained stern with this man, something seemed off about him.

"Pardon my rudeness, you may call me Mr. Bolvodi. I knew your husband in the force a little, we went out on a few recon missions."

Ms. Ratcheson tensed up, her husband told her everyone that resided in his company as well as introducing her to his men, this name was foriegn and he was not a friend. How had he known she was a widow? Her husband's compnay was exclusive, no one, not even she was to know that him and his men existed. Ms. Ratcheson suddenly felt as though she were in terrible danger.

"Would you excuse me for a moment Mr. Bolvodi?" "Of course Ms. Ratcheson, I'll be right here waiting."

Ms. Ratcheson placed the phone gently on the table and made her way to the upstairs computer room. She rummaged through her main computer's files until she rested on a folder that she seen only once. Her husband had placed a password on it but she had figured it out only a month before his death. She double-clicked the folder marked "Cuba A-1", the name of a very old flight sim to throw off anyone that would come looking for his men. A password prompt came up and Ms. Ratcheson typed in the famous luxury liner's name, "Titanic" the computer flashed an access granted message.

A flowing chart of individual training stats and pictures flew up onto the screen. Ms. Ratcheson quickly scanned each of the pictures for a Mr. Bolvodi. After double checking the list she knew she was right, there was no Mr. Bolvodi therefore..

Ms. Ratcheson looked out of the second story window to see a black cadillac parked outside of her home. "Oh s**t, she thought, someone was after her and she was all alone." She ran to the end table across the room and pulled out a celluar phone that she kept for emergencies. She rapidly pushed at the buttons to punch out Henry Mcallister's number and listened to the dial tone ring four..five..six times. "Dammit Henry! Where are you, I'm in trouble!" she whispered franctically outloud to herself. Picking up the regular phone on the table she gathered her courage to speak.

"Are you there Ms. Ratcheson?" Mr. Bolvodi's voice rang in to the reciever. She hadn't said anything, how did he know she picked up the phone?

"Who are you!" Ms. Ratcheson demeanded. "Ms. Ratcheson, I am shocked that you don't..." She cut him off.

"You listen and you listen well you b*****d, you're going to tell me who you are and what a black cadillac is doing outside of my house."

"Ms. Ratcheson, I've sent some men over to check on you." "Yes well, I'm feeling just fine thank you!" she screamed at him.

"Ms. Ratcheson, please calm down, my men are here to help you with your grief." "You're lying! Who are you! What do you want with me! How do you know me!!!"

"Ms. Ratcheson..."

"Leave me alone!!!!" She screamed. She flung open the door and pounded down the stairs looking for anything to stop these men from entering her home. A fire poker met her eye, then her husband's work desk. She checked the drawer, there was a pistol in it. She grabbed the pistol and cocked it, her eyes felt like they were bouncing around her head as her breath became increasingly faster and louder. The men were exiting the car and approaching her door, she would be ready for them. A knock came, one..two..three...Ms. Ratcheson repeated to herself. One...two...three...,you can do this. The men knocked again, "here we go!" she thought to herself and grabbed the knob and turned.

Ms. Ratcheson grabbed the door and flung it open swinging at the nearest target she could reach. The first of the men reeled back in pain yelling as his nose and cheek bled. Not stopping for anyone, Ms. Ratcheson burst out of the threshold pushing the injured man aside and swinging for the next. Two men tackled her as she swung the poker, she reached for her gun, maybe she could take out a few of them with a quick shot. Ms. Ratcheson fired off two shots, only one landing a hit into a man's leg that had just exited the passenger side with a vial and seringe.

"No!! You leave me alone! Get away from me you bastards! Help! Help! Oh god, somebody help me!!!" Ms. Ratcheson screamed in vain, her house was at least a mile apart from her neighbors, no one would hear her helpless requests. The men surrouned her, two more held down her legs as she thrashed about on the lawn all the while screaming.

"Somebody gag her, we need not take the chance for a witness hearing her racket." Said the man who had been shot, he had limped over fairly quickly considering his leg wound, the other bullet had punctered the cadlliac. Ms. Ratcheson's eyes widened as a cloth was draped tightly over her mouth. She continued to scream even as the seringe burrowed into her arm. Her writhing lessened as her body slowly relaxed from the medicine. "Alright men, get her into the car! Now!" The four men complied and quickly carried Ms. Ratcheson's limp body over to the cadillac. As the car sped off into the early afternoon, beachgoers would find Patches, the crazed dog desperatly searching for his master.


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I've read the new prologue, I'll read the rest when I get home and provide appropriate comments, I've literally just got out of an exam, so I'm going to stretch my legs in a moment. I think it's an improvement I must say, I like it. I might comment a little more on punctuation when I return and the use of and (It's improved, one or two cases still get me)amongst other things

I like the end of the prologue though, it works.

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Here is the very start of chapter 2, haha i've been out of inspirtation all night and i've been working on my text baseball game. This one is for seppuku,lets see what you think of this excerpt.

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Chapter 2- For Whom The Bell Tolls


Jerry Brackson sat on the low grade metal bleachers watching his son participate in one of the only sports he could still appreciate, baseball. The bleachers were filled with snot-nosed parents all cheering for their sons, directing their every move as they were pawns in a chess game. Jerry hadn't thought of placing his son in such a emotional beat circle until his boy had come home with the flyer and stars in his little blue eyes, after all, who could say no to their child? Amongst the din of the parents Jerry sat every saturday to watch his son play left field and cheer for him silently. There was no reason to lose your self dignity over a minor baseball leauge, Jerry knew that his son had his respect and praise if he ran out there and had fun. "Heh, fun" muttered Jerry under his breath, the only person having fun was his son and he and his boy knew it well. Jerry's son stepped into the batter's box just as his mother pulled up into the park. "Oh c****t." Jerry said a little louder than he had intended, catching the attetion of some of the parents sitting close by.


Jerry eyed up the woman that he onced slept with come closer to his position, it was as though the very air had been mangled and left to die in her presence thought Jerry. What was she doing here, Alex didn't need to see her as it would only cause unecessary conflict.

"Angela" Jerry said stiffly as she approached him. "Jerry, you look well." retorted Angela. Heh, "you look well? What was this s**t she was pulling?"" thought Jerry, she was never this indirect with him when she wanted something which was usually why they conversed, Jerry figured he would pull the upper hand this time.

"So tell me Angela, how much money have you come to wring from my neck this time?" Jerry was swift with the commet, she looked put off and he was glad to see her in a bit of shock for once in her life. She quickly fixed her mind back to the central topic and stood her ground.

"Jerry, its my brother Brad, were you two close?"

"Fairly, we've gone out for a bite to eat, why would you bring up your brother at our son's baseball game, god forbid you stay and watch him." Jerry's continual bash on Angela had caught the attention of a few more parents who now seemed to be trying very hard to not appear as eavesdroppers.

"Jerry stop breaking me down for one day and just listen, there was an accident." "Jerry stopped forming his next batch of insults."

"An accident?" he repeated, what sort of accident? "We don't have the official news yet, but as of now the police are ruling it as a hit and run case. He..he..he..was pronounced dead at the scene, oh Jerry no!" Angela began to cry and Jerry embraced her feeling it was the only reasonable option left. Meanwhile, their son Alex had been batting, as he checked his bat he looked to the stands seeing Jerry and Angela hugging. "Mo..mommy?" Alex did not see the ball coming down the pike, he did not feel his head as the ball collided with the helmet, nor did he feel the hard sandy gravel as he fell to the ground, and most of all he wondered Alex why everyone was crowded around him yelling for help. He wanted to speak, but something was wrong with his vocal cords, he opened his mouth but no sound exited. In his fear of not understanding this situation, Alex's eyes widened, his breathing increased in rate and heaviness and his body thrashed around on the hard gravel. In his mind, Alex continually screamed mommy and daddy over and over but he soon came to the realization that nobody could hear him nor understand what was happening to him. All he could see was his coach and many of the parents from the the stands that were now restraining his body from flinging about and causing further injury.

"Oh my god! Jerry, Alex..Alex is...whats wrong with him! MY BABY! Whats wrong with my baby!" Angela rushed over to her son and kissed his forehead, running her hand through his hair she continually repeated to him "It's going to be okay honey, you're okay, you're going to be fine." Jerry rushed to his car grabbing his celluar phone from the glove box and punched in the numbers to 911.

"Operater, what is your emergency?" "Please help me, my son is having some sort of seizure."

"Sir, i'm going to need you to calm down, where is your son at."

"He's at Westview Community Park, please hurry, get an ambulance here now!"

"Sir, please calm down, now where did you say this area was?" Jerry was starting to breath heavy as he became more and more aggravated.

"Lady I seriously hope you are not toying with a distressed parent, you better send an ambulance to Westview Community Park on the double or my son is going to die, do you understand me he will die if you don't send help now!" Jerry's breathing increased at what the lady said next.

"Sir, please you must calm down, now if you would calmly tell me where your son's location is, we can track him and send out an ambulance for him.." Jerry cut off the lady and slammed his celluar phone down, time was being wasted. Jerry was now sweating and breathing heavier than before, Angela's hysterics could be heard from the parking lot of the park a good 500 ft. away. Thinking quickly Jerry sprinted back to the baseball field breaking through the crowd of concernec parents. Picking up a screaming Angela he asked two other parents to help him carry Alex to the car as Anglea broke down more.

Jerry threw her the car keys "Anglea, unlock the back door then get in the passenger side, I'm going to take him."

"But Jerry , I don't know.." "What do you mean you don't know! You better make up your mind quick Angela, your son's life is in the balance or don't you care about him anymore? Mmmm..clock is ticking." Crying even more now, Angela took off toward Jerry's car as he and two other parents lifted the thrashing boy to the parking lot. Cindy Lasard, one of the helpers was running by Jerry and started to talk to him while helping support Alex. "Mr. Brackson, I'm an off duty cop let me set a convoy for you as I have a portable siren. "Alright thank you very much, please help me with my son, we have to help him." "Do you feel alright Jerry, you don't look so well.."

"No I'm fine, i'm just...i'm just.." Jerry never finished his sentence as he grabbed his left arm tightly and fell to the cold dark earth. Jerry's head felt sticky, knowing at once that he was bleeding he asked a weak reply to help Alex and then Jerry Brackson's mind went unconcious.
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You had me all the way until what I assume is Jerry having a heart attack there at the end. At that point I just thought it was too much.

I love the dialog and conflict, and again, it held my interest and left me wanting more. Aside from some minor editorial fixes, (which should not be your main concern anyway) it's very impressive. As far as creativity and writing skills, I think your on your way.

Best.

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Sorry I haven't commented on your piece again, like I said I would, yesterday when I got home I felt knackered and apathy was all about me, plus I didn't sleep well last night - But I'll get onto this ASAP - most likely in about 10-20 minutes.

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Sorry, double post (Might not be when I've finished writing this ) Also, I forget to thank you for wishing me good luck with my novel, thanks - it's going slowly, I've actually only drafted chapter 1 and am about to do my 3rd draft of the prologue - but the slow pace is due to my exams, so when I am free, things will get done much quicker.

I'll do this paragraph by paragraph -> Hopefully anything I say will be even more useful to your redrafts than the previous ones -> again you just need to include what you agree with (If anything)

I'll leave the prologue now, any further redrafts - just return to any of the following or previous comments. Only other thing I'd suggest before going past chapter 2 is to work on some editorial writing - take a bit of work and put yourself in the editor's chair and see what you can do to improve your work - anything I give here I hope will be helpful with that.

Chapter 1

Quote: ""Your husband is dead. He was found mutliated in the deep jungle with his comrades, I am sorry Ms. Ratcheson. His assignment had required miminal resistance according to our intellegence but his squad had been ambushed and with little gear the men perished quickly. The only way we were able to identify the men's bodies were by their dog tags which had been left there purposley as though it were a boast from the enemy saying "look what we did. "" "


Immediate - right into the dialogue, hit's the audience with the fact the person's husband is dead, good, it's good for giving them some shock. When you're writing dialogue (Something I used to be terrible for) you'll need to make sure it's realistic - 'Your husband is dead' - is good, it shows the breaking of the news -> the rest however, I believe not to be realistic - the wife loves her husband - unless the man is really insensitive, she will have time to take that in and then perhaps herself ask how he died. Then avoid words like 'mutilated' - if someone was telling you someone died, you will not want any of the graphic details - generally when the news is being broken they're sympathetic and are careful with the words used - the wife will want to know that he died a man -just give the information of the events, but you're not describing the events to a police officer - patch up the details with nicer words - make it not seem so bad. Also you can describe what she is doing in the speech - when she asks about his death - she could have a mournful pause and perhaps look away and then reluctantly ask the question (Hesitation to ask - she might find it difficult to ask about her husband's death) then at the end she might react with her facial expressions or body language - play with those. -> As it is a moment of death - maybe the environment could reflect her emotions - rain is a cliche for a mournful moment - some writers like to play with light in the settings - Kazuo Ishiguro was very good with that in one of his novels - so you could use light to reflect mournfulness - I think this technique is called 'Pathetic Fallacy'. Just try to visualise yourself in that scene as the character - if you're able to, apply your own emotions - imagine yourself as a women who loves a man, the man goes off to fight - you're worried sick about him, dreading the worst and then you find out the worst has happened, how are you going to feel? Final note on this quotation is the punctuation (I've been obsessed with punctuation since reading 'Eats, Shoots and Leaves' lol ) The speaker quotes somebody in that speech - "look what we did. "" - you used 2 sets of quotations marks, as you probably can see that looks awkward - if you're quoting whilst in dialogue just use these ' ' - like so 'look what we did'. " - you may notice a second correct there, the full stop, think, you're ending the speech with that full stop and not the quotation, so it should be between the last two marks and not before. If unsure on any language - look it up, like rules etc. spell/grammar checking doesn't pick up every mistake -the internet is good source of that - if you have the time pick up books like 'Eats, Shoots and Leaves' by Lynne Truss, they're good for language, said book is entirely on punctuation and isn't a boring read - she's passionate about it.

So, next paragraph .


Quote: "Ms. Ratcheson mmm, she would have to get used to the label of a lonely widow she thought to herself as she wept on the porch of her now empty home. The commanding officer came over to console her and put his arm around her. The sun hung high in the sky that day and sounds of pleasure and enjoyment echoed from the crashing waves of the ocean. "


This narrator has a somewhat spoken conventional style here - 'mmm' - is an interesting hesitation of the narrator and am asking myself the question 'does it work' and I'm sort of stuck answering it. I've just finished reading 'Blood Canticle' today- and the narrator Lestat is very talkative to the audience - I'd say if you're going to use those conventions change the narrator to a character or someone who is literally telling the story to the audience (Meaning creating a relationship between the two- Lestat says: "This book's finished. You know it. I know it. After all, what more is there to say? So why am I still writing? Read on and find out." - this is good because he is literally talking to the audience and tells the story - although a fictional character - if you're going for the 'person telling a story' approach - give that person a character who talks to us - if not, then kill the 'mmm')

Perhaps more description on the environment here -> Have you watched the movie 'Resevior Dogs'? If you have, towards the end there's a discussion between two police guys about telling anecdotes when under cover - remind yourself of that moment and think of that scene but when writing about the outside of the house. When presented with a new environment the audience wants to know what it really looks like -they should know what a porch looks like, but what does her porch look like? What's she sitting on, what's that like, what's the weather like at this point, you did changed the weather, yes, but what was it like before - at the moment it looks like the man comforts her and there's an immediate change in the weather of her emotions - so if you're using the pathetic fallacy here, I think perhaps it should be consistent, so it's raining - it's raining in her heart, she is cold, shivering and wet, shivering because she is mourning and cold at the same time. The hug, the comfort warms her and the sun comes out to literally warm her. This constrast between depressed and comforted and cold to warm shouldn't be quick - let it progress - so what about the hug comforts her - does the officer say words that comfort her that brings light to this dark emotion? Pleasure and enjoyment are perhaps too strong emotions - especially in a short space of time - realistically in my mind, she would feel warm and her emotions will be calmed by the sounds of the oceans and the warming sun - as does the words of the officers and his comforting arm.

Last one for now - it seems I'd be repeating myself anyway:

Quote: ""Do you know if he felt any pain?" she asked with a tear soaked face. "Ms. Ratcheson, I must regret to inform you that from the autospy report, your husband was alive twelve hours after his inital capture and was put through the majority of that time span to an unholy torture."

Ms. Ratcheson began to sob uncontrollably and Henry Mcallister knew his obligation would be entering extra hours tonight but then here was the now widow of a dear friend that he must be strong for whilst battling his own grief. "


Mutilated -> She's knows he would have felt pain - although not the extent of the damage - as I've said to remove the harsh words - this questions still works. Here you've again used insensitive language - she doesn't want to know that her husband suffered terribly - avoid emotivisms like 'unholy' as well - just telling her that he was alive 12 hours after capture allows her mind to guess and fill in the details - if he's dead, chances are they're not very friendly guys that caught him - that is enough to connotate that he was tortured.

The last bit, I'll just rewrite - it's a long sentence with minimal punctuation - so hopefully by rewriting it, you can study what I've done and see what you can apply to wherever you find any long or 'awkward' sentences (And to replace with examples of some things I've already mentioned)

"Ms Ratcheson turned her head away, breaking any possible eye contact from Henry; she could not bear the pain knowing that her husband suffered an ordeal that no words speak justice for. The pain left her mourning in her arms - the streams of tear water flowing down her face turned into rivers; she was lost and was left with nothing else to do but to cry. Henry McAllister knew he was in for a long night comforting the widow of a fellow comrade; a dear friend - it was the least he could do for a man whom he loved and respected."
-That's a love between 2 friends just to note if someone like Benjamin reads this far and feels the need to use something against me.

These are some good ideas that you're gathering and of course good themes, and it's good that you're getting them down into prose and you can turn it into something great. There are bits that need more added, like descriptions, language and imagery and parts that need tidying up or expanding/elaborating on.

Also, I just scrolled up my page and noticed the character said:


Quote: ""Leave me alone!!!!""


There is an over use of exalcamation marks - one is enough - if you need to emphasise rage or her bellowing down the phone- describe that in the sentence that follows - when writing a story, standard English tends to be considered - '!!!!' is unecessary - the only punctuation mark you see repeated like that is the full stop (Though that is only 3 times) and that is for an ellipsis 'So...'

Final notes - if my brain doesn't think of anything else - I'd look at some stories and see what people do with them - language is important, where they use imagery and how much they use - what kind of descriptions do they use? What details do their narrators pay attention to? - I saw with your description of the sports car, you described what you would describe to a friend if you just bought it - or the sort of features you might read in the advert of a person selling the car - rather if I entered a car - I'd notice other details, - a smooth oak finish on the dashboard? A rank smell of sweat from a hot summers day? The leather (if it is leather) - is it nice and smooth? the chair how does it feel to sit on it? Does the leather stick to your skin because it's hot?

Anyway, I shall let you get on, it a good story so far, good plot and I hope my long posts help you with progressing your story and good luck with it.

If you're unsure - just take a one paragraph - rewrite it with any comments you like in mind and to see if you can perfect it - then you can do that with the next one, this is sort of like a practising exercise that'll improve and quicken as you go along. - Don't look at it as 'A big chapter- I've got to rewrte or edit all that' - but here's a nice simply paragraph, I've got to edit it and move on to the next one when I'm ready.

If you want me to comment on anything or want to ask anything, post here or on absolutewrite - I'll be keeping an eye on this thread.

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xplosys-Thank you very much for your input, i appreciate it. I wrote that early this morning and I was quite tired and a little cranky haha. After rereading the chapter, Jerry's heart attack does seem a little much for readers.

Seppuku-Thank you again for your long posts, they are appreciated and i read every one of them. I do agreee on telling Ms. Ratcheson her husband had been mutilated was a bad choice of words, it does seem quite grim. I would like to finish up chapter 2 and then go over the whole doucment making corrections to the text to furtur pull in the reader. I like where the story is going and I do want to keep the reader interested but keep to the story as well, introducing all of these characters has been tough on me as I want to break in, but the setup has to be perfect or it will seem rushed and the readers will lose interest right? As far as the narrator goes, I don't wish to reveal too much about him but it is a person telling this tale. Thanks for you thoughts and your posts, I'm going to give it some thought and be off to my writing, its quite fun and it makes me happy that there are people on the fourms that are interested in my work. Thank you all and I'll get you the next chapters coming in the morning, i'm feeling a writing mood coming on.

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Quote: "introducing all of these characters has been tough on me as I want to break in,"


This is where perhaps a plan could work, once you've introduced a new character, plan them - give them personalities, characteristics and even an accent/dialect - so what do they talk like? - how do they talk to people? etc. An intelligent, well studied type character may speak very polysyllabic - they'll use technical words - whereas the less intelligent may have lots of breaks and hesitate for certain words and have a limited vocabulary.

Once you have your ideas, planning how it all fits together, not just the characters should make life a lot easier - I found that's true for pretty much any written work.

Quote: "As far as the narrator goes, I don't wish to reveal too much about him but it is a person telling this tale"


I had a comment on this - you can identify with the audience here - despite them not knowing the character - perhaps a second person perspective. I'll provide examples later, I got to go.

[edit] expect this comment to be finished a little later - sorry but my moniter is bust- I can barely use it - iI can vbarely read what I'm writing now, so sorry dude.

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I've written an unstructured article on writing literature on my Cogito website (Understructured because I wrote it as thoughts came to my head) It's quite long (Took about 8 pages in MS Word) but I hope it will help you for writing your story.

http://cogito.66ghz.com/cogito/?q=node/23

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Seppuku-Thank you so much, that was an amazing read. I've read through and found some things to be helpful. I've actually taken a break from the story to better organize my thoughts about the direction. Thank you once again and I hope to get back to typing it soon.

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No problem, glad it was a helpful read. Good luck with your story and hope your break will give you your direction for completion.

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Interesting idea. I'm a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to literature, so I won't go off on one and tear it apart! Seppuku has made a good start there. However, the very first sentence bugged me, because it was the very first ..

Quote: "I trudged through the muck that lay in front of me."


To "trudge" is to walk, but the guy is crawling through a tunnel right? So trudge cannot be used, unless it's a big tunnel he's standing up in, and even then it means to continuously walk, rather than stand still and dig. I would try something like: "I clawed my way through the muck ... ".

Liking the direction of the story though.


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hey you might want to check out www.writingforums.com. My brother writes a lot of stuff and its forums for amature authors and stuff. He seems to enjoy it and im sure the ppl there would give you a lot of help!

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Posted: 31st Jul 2007 10:52
To anyone that has read this story and liked it-

Well its happened, in the wee hours of the morning as it often is I have found my first main plot point for the story. I'm preparing to write out a flowchart of the events to make sure it will all fit together, I'm hoping it does as it will explain a few odd questions I found myself asking when I had reread the manuscript. As far as the actual story develepoment, writing will pick up in the next days here and I hope to bring out a whole new chapter. I can already tell that this is going to be a tough one though..once more there are so many elements I have yet to introduce and its driving me mad ;p. Alrighty, thats my update so go eat some cheddar cheese because you all know its good.

Zombie The Troll Hunter

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