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Geek Culture / The Ghosts.. Im Trying My Hand At Book Writing.

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The Ghosts is a Futuristic (2102) Book based on the training of one marine.. and youll find out the rest in the book. Anyway i thought i would ask you all to review the opening Prologue and if you would be so kind improve it if you think it sucks =].

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Marine 095, Connor opened his eyes and saw the lavish green grass surrounding him. It was very bright to his open eyes but it was not that warm. There were no clouds in the sky and the sun shone right down into his eyes. Connor smiled, he was lying next to his friend, Emily. She had been his best girl-friend that Connor had ever had, she was nice to him and he really liked her and she really liked him. They put there arms around each other interlocking like the friends they were. It was the perfect day for that perfect kiss he had been waiting for. He looked into her bright green eyes and she looked into his, as his face got closer to hers he started to smile even more. Closer…Closer…Closer…

The alarm siren sounded. Connor woke up eyes tight shut and banged his head on the bottom bunk of his shared bed with Alex, “Oh (expletiv-Will be in actual book)” He Bellowed. He rolled out of his Bunk groaning because he almost had her. Connor sloppily got dressed in his standard uniform, regular order, Trousers first then the white shirt then tie and then shoes and then his seamless jacket. He went out of his door and slammed it shut and jogged straight down to the Lecture Theatre.

He opened the door and saw debris everywhere. Connors eyes which were slightly closed opened fast, he saw lots of wood on the floor from the wooden chairs which looked like had blown from behind him. This was the worst ever he saw the theatre and even that had been in worse times. Connor’s eyes scanned the rooms for signs of life, there was nothing that he could see from the view he had. He started to walk around curiously his eyes scanned the room again but this time he noticed a gigantic hole in the wall behind the Projector Screen. Rubble everywhere he ran behind a tipped over dinner table and scouted the Hall for any sign of life again because he had a better view of everything. A few seconds later he saw General Lee unconscious and lay down by the hole in the wall. Connor ran over quickly to see what had happened. General Lee had signs of life on him; he had a pulse and was breathing. But there was lots of blood on him. Connor looked out of the hole and saw the vast landscape. It was a humongous wasteland with dips of trees here and there, what was once a vast landscape of gigantic trees and alive with vegetation was now a wasteland due to the Epic war 12 years ago.

But the unusual thing was that there was a crater in the ground, it spread about 9m wide and 4 meters long but this was not a crater of sand, it was a massive field of earth. “How could anything have blown up that much sand to get down to the Solid ground?” He asked himself. Thoughts aside his instinct told him not to go over there so he stayed back and shouted for a medic. Silence...No one came so he lifted up Lee and slowly put him back down again making sure not to put him on any sharp debris. He was a heavy man but Connor had been trained enough and worked enough to lift him but that was not the problem.

The problem was that there was a small but deep hole in the general’s back; it must have been from a piece of debris. Connor tried to find a piece of cloth to put pressure on the wound but there was nothing around just wood and dirt, so he lifted him up and turned him back facing up so the blood would not spill out. It was getting worse, General Lee was losing lots of blood now, debris everywhere Connor started to trip but he maintained his balance. As he got closer to the door blood started pouring out, and the general dropped to the floor out of Connors hands jerkily. Connor snapped behind him and saw a dark figure right in the face. He was taller than Connor by a few centimetres but he had a balaclava over his face so he could not be identified but it was obvious he was with the rebels. The Rebel said “This will all be over soon.” And with a sudden movement a sharp object came into contact with Connor’s head. Connor fell to the floor with the general Lee by his side. His eyes started to close and then they finally shut. His time had run out.

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Monday 12th July 2100
0800 hours (Marine Calendar)
Mountains of Reach
Planet Hyrax

Connor opened the door to the Lifter. Inside he saw dozens of small children inside panting and puffing. “Please let us out of here mister. I…I…Cant breathe very well.” A young child said.
“Everyone out now! Get a move on!” Connor demanded. The children rioted out of the Vulcan Lifter. The children were like hogs, running around stretching their legs and roaring like animals. Even the oldest child who looked about 7 was crying. Connor jogged over to him and asked what the matter was. “Excuse me. What’s the matter?” Connor asked.
The boy sniffed. “I miss my mother and father. They got attacked by the rebels and now their in int...tttensive care.” The boy stopped crying and wiped his face. “But I am going to stop these “rebels” and show my family what I am made of!” he shouted. The kid seemed to embrace being taken away from his family now. Connor started to walk up to the front of the field. “Listen up recruits, I will be calling out names and that will be your group for the 13 months you will be training here. But unfortunately only 200 of the 300 will be able to make it into the legendary Marine VII beta phase.” Connor started to read out a list of names. “I will be personally training one of your teams and that will be……the blue team.” The blue team consisted of Aaron Jarod, Susie Baxter, Mark Wetherfield and Peter Pertallie. Those four children’s eyes lighted up like matches to sandpaper. The children started to line up into the groups. Once the groups had assembled they got sent to pick up their rags and then got sent into dormitories.

The walk to the dorms was a long exhausting one from the drop zone. Throughout the walk to the dormitories they had to walk through the “Forest of the Elders” and got to see some to the inscribed drawings and writings on the walls and trees. The forest was covered in vegetation, the plants where a variety of sizes and colours, ones were short and dark but others were long and bright. The children could hear the mud squelching through there shoes. “Gross.” Said one little recruit. After cutting through masses of bushes they finally got the station. It was a large structure covered in moss and vines to give it the feeling of camouflage from enemy bombers. “Recruits, to my left are your dorms and to my right it’s the barracks. This where you will collect all the equipment you need for the remaining weeks, you will return to here later on to collect your weapons and ammunition. But first you must, I repeat must get your rags and not touch any weapons! Now move out.” The recruits shifted into gear and moved out for the barracks. The rags they had to wear where standard like Connor had to wear, Camo Top and Bottoms and black shoes. The barracks was quite small but big enough to fit 30 small children or 10 adult sized marines. “There you go” the marine at the stand said to Aaron as he got given his rags, toothbrush, torch, knife and compass. “Thank you sir!” Aaron replied as he saluted him. Aaron walked outside into the changing rooms, it was split two ways; boys changing room to the right and the girls to the left. The changing rooms looked luxurious to Aaron’s eyes, but to everyone else it was a baron ugly room, it had splintered wooden seats and rusting but clean metal lockers. It was like that to him because he lived only in a small wooden shed in the middle of the countryside. It became worse when the “Paraoncá Rebels” attacked his house. Everything was burnt to a crisp and his mother and father had been in the shed when it was set fire. The boys got changed and went outside and met Connor. “Well done recruits, for our first exercise we will be jumping out of one of the Vulcan Choppers. This will be an exhilarating experience, also training if you want to be a Hell jumper. Now get in the Chopper and strap up.” Some children looked at each other and looked to the Chopper. It was a large dropship type vehicle, it had bits and bobs like machine turrets and padded seats, but these luxuries did not match the children’s fear.

As they got in some of them trembled and others didn’t even flinch. Once they had got up to 10000 feet the pilot stopped the Chopper and turned around. “Alright! Line up and get ready to jump. Remember wait 10 seconds and pull the chord.” Silence…… no one moved from their seats. “I will go first.” Said one little girl. So everyone started lining behind her and she jumped. You could hear her screaming her lungs out but it seemed she was enjoying it. 2 more people had gone then it was Aarons turn. His legs froze into place, he couldn’t move. He thought to himself “Oh god, I’m totally (Blam Word) my pants, but if a little girl could do it I can as well!” He shimmied himself up to the edge. “Get on with it (Blam Word)!” someone shouted behind him. As Aaron got further to the edge he felt a hand on his back…he turned around...”Bye!” Aaron was in freefall. He started to scream his lungs out and his eyes started to water. Then he remembered what the pilot said. He fumbled for the chord, the pulled it but it wouldn’t work. He tried again. “Thank god!” His parachute opened and he started to slow down. There was a green square below him. He didn’t see anyone there. “Hmm maybe if I land there it will get me the respect back I need.” He nodded to himself and pulled the rings down. He started to gain speed; slowly he made it down to the surface. But he was going to fast, he pulled the rings up and started to slow down but he was going to fast. “Ah (Blam Word).” He pummelled into the ground and rolled over a few times. “Ouch…” he mumbled. He was covered in mud and looked a state. “Huh?” He felt something trickle down his leg. “Aw I didn’t (Blam Word) myself did I?” He looked down and saw it wasn’t (Blam Word) it was blood. He wiped it off and unhooked himself from the chute. “Hah! How the hell did I cut myself.”
“Oi what’s so funny?” Aaron turned around and saw the boy who pushed him. “Hi. I’m Rob…” He put his hand out to Aaron for a shake. But instead of a shake Aaron punched him straight in the face. Blood trickled down Robert’s face. He got up and ran for Aaron. They went to the ground together and started punch each other in the face and stomach. Aaron landed a few good blows and so did Robert. “Hey stop!” Aaron felt someone grab his collar and yank him up. It was Connor, “What the hell do you think you are doing?” But Robert didn’t stop, he ran for Aaron but Connor got in his way. “I Said stop!” Connor barked in his face. Robert stopped and it seemed like he had been frozen. A tall grey haired man walked over and looked down at Aaron. “Sir these two were going to beat each other to death if I didn’t stop them.” The grey haired man smiled but not laughing smile it was a arrogant smile. “Yes. They were weren’t they? Let me talk to them alone for a bit Sergeant ok.”
“Sir yes sir!” Connor walked off to greet the other recruits whilst the grey haired man walked off with Aaron and Robert into the Vulcan Lifter…

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Before book writing, you should first get spelling down It is EPILOGUE, not EPILOUGE

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Posted: 16th Oct 2007 23:55
Well, besides my dislike for the generic name Connor... I noticed a few things.

Your sentences are a bit choppy.
ex: He was the second one there. He saw a gigantic hole in the wall.

I also think there's some grammatical errors. This particular sentence doesn't make sense to me, and I personally wouldn't use hyphens in that situation.
ex: It was All over raining down in Sector 7. Marine 095 – Connor, was sleeping in his dormitory.

Other than that, not bad. Is this Civil war stuff, cause General Lee was the commander of the Confederate troops?

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My planned out shooter for DBP, Gun Powder: Fall of Man is going to start as a book. I wish the best of luck to you.

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Ok thanks for the feedback i made some slight changes to the story. =]

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You know the epilogue is the conclusion of a novel and the prologue is the opening...just to make, I don't know which side this stands, but as you're about to do chapter 1 I am assuming this is supposed to be the prologue.

Let's try an analysis on this extract, please note, I have slept the last two nights - I had some sleep this afternoon, but I'm still not 100% with it.

First of all, I have written an article on prose writing:

It's a long and an unrevised article (Meaning, I haven't read through it for mistakes or planned it at all)

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

Secondly, from there, your ideas are good, but unfortunately everybody has good ideas - I think there's work to be done in terms of how you're writing this, as you say it's a book, I think some training/practice is in order before you consider that (may sound harsh, but if you're considering publication you will need to brush up a little, so probably the nicest thing I could do is to tell you that, despite how it may sound.)

Let's start with that opening...

Quote: "It was All over raining down in Sector 7. Marine 095 – Connor, was sleeping in his dormitory.

no caps on 'all', I think the environment could be extended greatly here - we do not know what the place looks like for a start - what time of day it is - in order to immerse the reader, you might what to play on some environmental factors...Here is an example of an opening to a new environment I've used (This is from a middle of a piece, as I think this proves a better example than the actual opening to it):
(To other readers, it's first draft and please, don't pick the flaws in my work as I can see there are a few, it's father tree's thread )
"His eyes opened to a new environment, the sun shone down on him as it from the blue. Jack was lying on the grass; there was a somewhat cool and damp refreshment attributed to it - that and a sense of relief and limitlessness, a definite contrast from that bleak room. He leaned into an upright position in order to examine his surroundings - there weren't many clouds to be seen, but the fields stretched beyond..." and it continues. I like to leave a paragraph (or two) to creating the environment (when it's new and the descriptions are necessary to bringing the reader in - sometimes long descriptions are unnecessary and can cause a bored reader after while...so approach your work as the reader). My environments tend to have light, weather and senses (smell, sounds, taste, touch)described as well as what can be seen. And then he meet Connor...I'd describe his bed and him sleeping - perhaps a sense of peace - a longer pace and lulling tones - you know to bring the reader into feeling a peaceful moment like when they sleep - but a sudden moment then may throw the reader into a different mood - shock as an alarm would when you're trying to sleep - here you can suddenly pick up the paced, I mean it's an alarm, it's sudden, it's unexpected - his heart is going to be racing isn't it, so make the reader's pace too. This really relates more to the next part.



He was dreaming of his family back in the years ago before all of his training.

Yes he's dreaming...Perhaps we could have the dream shown to us, I mean it's something happy, it's probably calm and tranquil - this would work certainly to contrast with the next moment of panic. Dreams are vivid - keep to the detail, the environment - how people act...etc.

All of a sudden the alarm siren sounded, Connor woke up straight away and banged his head on the bottom bunk of his shared bed with Marine 094 Alex. Connor immediately got dressed in his uniform and didn’t run but walked quickly to the Mess/Main hall.

'All of a sudden' is something I never use - 'suddenly' is quicker, more 'sudden' if you will - though you would need a point of transition, you can just flash something knew in the reader's face unless it is used to effect. (As a writer, if you can make your ideas work to effect and quite well, you can do anything you want) I'd probably recommend you put the alarm ringing here (not a 'ring', but showing the reader it's ringing) and avoid the 'suddenly' all together...it will seem pretty obvious that it's sudden. Of course, describe the rest of what happens after the ringing, return back to the point I made above.

With his getting dressed - what is 'getting dressed', 'what is he wearing'? How does he put it on? Does he struggle in panic? Or is he very professional about it? Does he slip on his trouser's first? - what adjective could best describe how he puts them on?

Final for this bit - make up your mind, is it a mess hall or a main hall - it's your story, you should know with this sort of thing - uncertainty is for different kind of situations (And then you would show uncertainty with the evil '/')
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The main weakness is the lack of description - there is less of a plot and more of a 'you're telling me what happen to a friend last week'. As plot and story are two different things, though the terms are used simultaneously. You're not bringing the reader into the environment and situation as much as you should.

But, the ideas are good - I probably could say a lot more, I mean more things are coming to mind - as writing novels have an awful lot to it, I mean it is hard work - it is an art and before you can paint the masterpiece you need to know how to paint and have your own style. I'll leave you to read my article and to read through my comments.

Just note one thing, this may sound like a lot and I do not mean to discourage, I mean I love people's imagination, imagination is a good thing, it's just when producing pieces of work, you need to tame it and express it the best way you can - this comes with training and practice. Remember people's criticisms are always their own opinion you don't always have to agree with them, but always consider what they have to say and consider that a lot of critics know what they're talking about - critics are great for improving your work, even if they're quite blunt.

I say that, though it may appear obvious, it's just when it comes to writing, people become disheartened by people's comments, even when very constructive and I point it out merely to point out, you can write a great piece of work - there's no such thing as being terrible or crap...Well there is, but that's usually due to non-passionate writers, laziness or ignorance...

Well good luck with your writing matey. Keep at it.

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Thanks seppuku that really helped me i've changed it allot thanks to you but its not totally finished. =]. Oh and by the way i got mixed up with the Prologue and the Epilogue so thanks for that aswell.

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No problem mate, glad I could be of help, personally I think my article is a useful read - I've tried to cover writing as much as I could without being too tedious.

Just one thing before I head off to bed, just being pedantic really, 'lush green grass' struck me when I reopened the thread...well I'll leave you to muse on that - on appearance, it looks like an improvement, but it's 11:30, I've had two nights of insomnia and a hard day, so dude, I think it's a good time to hit the hay. I'll have another look tomorrow when I get back from Uni.

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Posted: 17th Oct 2007 02:35
You might want to break it up into paragraphs as well; it helps the eyes when reading.

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What seppukku said ("Show don't tell" is another way of putting it)

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Quote: " The general lee had signs of life"

once you've establish the general's name is "Lee", you should not refer to him as "The general Lee"... you could use "The general" or "General Lee"..... but not "The" and "Lee" in the same instance... does that make sense?

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Maybe the narrator is a Vortigaunt from HL2.

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Marine 095, Connor opened his eyes and saw the lavish green grass surrounding him. It was very bright to his open eyes but it was not that warm. There were no clouds in the sky and the sun shone right down into his eyes. Connor smiled, he was lying next to his friend, Emily. She had been his best girl-friend that Connor had ever had, she was nice to him and he really liked her and she really liked him. They put there arms around each other interlocking like the friends they were. It was the perfect day for that perfect kiss he had been waiting for. He looked into her bright green eyes and she looked into his, as his face got closer to hers he started to smile even more. Closer…Closer…Closer…

The alarm siren sounded. Connor woke up eyes tight shut and banged his head on the bottom bunk of his shared bed with Alex, “Oh (expletiv-Will be in actual book)” He Bellowed. He rolled out of his Bunk groaning because he almost had her. Connor sloppily got dressed in his standard uniform, regular order, Trousers first then the white shirt then tie and then shoes and then his seamless jacket. He went out of his door and slammed it shut and jogged straight down to the Lecture Theatre.

He opened the door and saw debris everywhere. Connors eyes which were slightly closed opened fast, he saw lots of wood on the floor from the wooden chairs which looked like had blown from behind him. This was the worst ever he saw the theatre and even that had been in worse times. Connor’s eyes scanned the rooms for signs of life, there was nothing that he could see from the view he had. He started to walk around curiously his eyes scanned the room again but this time he noticed a gigantic hole in the wall behind the Projector Screen. Rubble everywhere he ran behind a tipped over dinner table and scouted the Hall for any sign of life again because he had a better view of everything. A few seconds later he saw General Lee unconscious and lay down by the hole in the wall. Connor ran over quickly to see what had happened. General Lee had signs of life on him; he had a pulse and was breathing. But there was lots of blood on him. Connor looked out of the hole and saw the vast landscape. It was a humongous wasteland with dips of trees here and there, what was once a vast landscape of gigantic trees and alive with vegetation was now a wasteland due to the Epic war 12 years ago.

But the unusual thing was that there was a crater in the ground, it spread about 9m wide and 4 meters long but this was not a crater of sand, it was a massive field of earth. “How could anything have blown up that much sand to get down to the Solid ground?” He asked himself. Thoughts aside his instinct told him not to go over there so he stayed back and shouted for a medic. Silence...No one came so he lifted up Lee and slowly put him back down again making sure not to put him on any sharp debris. He was a heavy man but Connor had been trained enough and worked enough to lift him but that was not the problem.

The problem was that there was a small but deep hole in the general’s back; it must have been from a piece of debris. Connor tried to find a piece of cloth to put pressure on the wound but there was nothing around just wood and dirt, so he lifted him up and turned him back facing up so the blood would not spill out. It was getting worse, General Lee was losing lots of blood now, debris everywhere Connor started to trip but he maintained his balance. As he got closer to the door blood started pouring out, and the general dropped to the floor out of Connors hands jerkily. Connor snapped behind him and saw a dark figure right in the face. He was taller than Connor by a few centimetres but he had a balaclava over his face so he could not be identified but it was obvious he was with the rebels. The Rebel said “This will all be over soon.” And with a sudden movement a sharp object came into contact with Connor’s head. Connor fell to the floor with the general Lee by his side. His eyes started to close and then they finally shut. His time had run out.

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This is all meant to be constructive, and it's just my personal opinion (it's mostly minor details now... your writing style is definitely improving), but here's my two cents anyway:

Quote: "it was not that warm"


This seems a little colloquial to me. It doesn't have the same air as the rest of the first line.

Quote: "Connor smiled, he was lying next to his friend, Emily"

That first comma doesn't seem quite right. A full stop would seem better. Although the sentence would be quite fragmented and short, a couple of short sentences is alright, it's only when the narrative is full of them that it disrupts flow. Another option would be a semicolon, although this would probably better with some further qualifier at the end of that sentence, showing the reason that her being their makes him smile.


Quote: "She had been his best girl-friend that Connor had ever had"

She had been the best would fit slightly better.

Quote: "had ever had, she was nice to"

I would put a semicolon in instead here as well. I'm a bit of a fan of semi-colons though; I feel they add a slightly more eloquent nature to language merely by their presence. Also if you can find an alternative to the word nice, then I think it would improve it (personal opinion).

Quote: "They put there arms"

In this context, it should technically be their not there. There refers to a place, or is used in the context "there was/is/will be etc." However, their is the third person possesive pronoun, which is what you want here.

Quote: "she looked into his, as his face got closer to hers he started to smile even more."

The comma again seems slightly out of place. I would use another full stop, but add a little more description to elongate the sentences slightly. How did she look into his eyes? Possibly also describe their faces. Both of these would simply be a couple of words (the first part could simply be one adverb) but their inclusion could add depth to the writing, I feel.

Quote: "Connor woke up eyes tight shut and banged his head"

I would add commas in after up and shut, as these seperate the main text (Connor woke up and banged his head) from the descriptive clause (eyes tight shut).

Quote: "bed with Alex, “Oh (expletiv-Will be in actual book)” He Bellowed."

When someone starts speaking, you should generally include a full-stop before it (although there are a few exceptions). On the other hand, the "He" does not need a capital letter as it is not a seperate sentence, it is a continuation of the one starting with the direct speech. Neither do the words Bellowed, Bunk, Trousers or anything else which isn't a proper noun (a name). Also I know it won't be included, but just because I'm in a technical sort of a mood, expletive has an e on the end.

Quote: "Connors eyes which were slightly closed opened fast, he saw lots of"

"Connor's eyes" should be used here, as the "s" makes this a possesive noun. As with the earlier sentence, the addition of commas (here after eyes and closed) will assist the reader, as it seperates the main clause from the description. The "he saw lots of" phrase is the start of a new sentence, therefore it should be preceded by a full stop instead of that comma, and the H in "he" should be capitalised.

Quote: "wood on the floor from the wooden chairs"

Repetition of wood makes this seem a bit more simplistic than it could. Possibly replace one word with a synonym for wood/wooden, or alternatively replace wooden with a completely different adjective to give more detail on the chairs (the latter option is probably preferable, as the fact that wood is lying on the floor suggests that the chairs were wooden anyway).

Quote: "which looked like had blown from behind him"

You are missing a preposition after like. I would assume that you mean "it" as this would refer to the wood. However, should the chairs have been blowing along, you would use "they" instead (although this is somewhat unlikely).


Quote: "This was the worst ever he saw the theatre and even that had been in worse times."

Add some punctuation in here and slightly reword it; I am not quite sure of the exact meaning of this sentence

Quote: "Connor’s eyes scanned the rooms for signs of life, there was nothing that he could see from the view he had"

The comma should not be here, as the clauses are not linked enough. I would suggest inserting "but" after the comma, to keep the sentence length, but as before, replacing it with a full stop is also an option. Generally I would recommend conjunctions as opposed to many short, fragmented sentences, however make sure they are varied and that your sentences don't become too long and convoluted.

Quote: "He started to walk around curiously his eyes scanned the room again but this time he noticed a gigantic hole"

Again the link between "..walk around" and "curiously his eyes..." is not quite right. You start the sentence in the imperfect tense (he was walking) but end it in the perfect (his eyes scanned). I would advise slightly rearranging the sentences and putting the second part in the imperfect tense as a descriptive clause; "He started to walk around, his eyes curiously scanning the room once again, but...". Again in this sentence, Projector Screen is unnecessarily capitalised.

Quote: "Rubble everywhere"

This does not fit with the sentence. Add more to it, or rearrange the sentence to make it a more integrated mention.
a) "The floor was covered with rubble. He ran behind..."
b) "He ran behind a tipped over dinner table, weaving his way accross the rubble-strewn floor, and scouted the hall again for..."
Also, "overturned" would be a better word to replace "tipped over" as it is more formal and less colloquial. "because he had a better view of everything" could be replaced by something along the lines of "as his new position afforded him greater visibility" or something of the sort.

Quote: "he saw General Lee unconscious and lay down by the hole in the wall"

As you have used the word "lay" it implies that as he catches sight of the General unconscious, our hero lies down. I assume you instead meant that the General was lying on the floor by the hole in the wall, in which case you would say "...unconscious, lying by..." instead of "...unconscious and lay..." Also I would omit the word down here, as "lie down" implies that you are doing something of your own free will to relax or recuperate, which I don't think is the mood you are trying to convey here (it's a subtle connotation, but an important one).

Quote: "ran over quickly"

OK this is entirely personal preference, but I prefer the sentence structure "ran quickly over." Also if you can find an appropriate alternative to the word quickly, then I feel it would add sophistication.

Quote: "General Lee had signs of life on him; he had a pulse and was breathing. But there"

"had signs of life on him" sounds clumsier than, for example, "displayed signs of life". However, this is very good use of a semi-colon (I may have mentioned previously how I find little in the world as satisfying as a good semi-colon). A little bugbear though; NEVER start a sentence with but (or at least not when it can be easily avoided, or in the context "But for a few grubby napkins, Wilfred was entirely without material posessions"). Instead, say "...breathing, but..."

Quote: "saw the vast landscape. It was a humongous wasteland with dips of trees here and there, what was once a vast landscape of gigantic trees and alive with vegetation was now a wasteland due to the Epic war 12 years ago."

Here you reuse vast landscape and wasteland; find alternative ways of saying one instance of each to introduce variety. Repetition, unless included as a deliberate narrative or dramatic effect, can impede flow and suggests that you have too limited a vocabulary, but it seems from your work so far that you can find an alternative. Try and avoid this pitfall as it can have an unusually pronounced impact on people's perception of your ability. Again, remove the capital from epic.

Quote: "But the unusual thing"

Read my earlier comment on the use of but, but it applies even more at the start of a new paragraph. Here, it could simply be omitted, with no drastic change of meaning or mood. The comma before "it spread" could be replaced with a full stop or our good old friend the semi-colon. After long, but before sand, the addition of a comma could also help with the rhythm of the narrative. Solid has an unnecessary capital, as does He (I'm going to stop mentioning these now as you should be able to remove them anyway)

Quote: "Thoughts aside his instinct told him not to go over there so he stayed back and shouted for a medic."

Good phrase, but could do with a comma before his, and another before so.

Quote: "Silence..."

This phrase works really well. It is fragmented in a deliberate way which contrasts with the longer sentences surrounding it, providing this one word with more impact and emphasis, yet even though the sentence only consists of one word, it is immediately apparent to the reader what you mean. I like it.

Quote: "been trained enough and worked enough to lift him but that was not the problem."

This sentence doesn't flow quite right, and is especially pronounced after the generally higher standard of writing in the previous few sentences. I would remove "worked enough" and the "but that was not the problem" part seems childish in comparison to the general standard of writing. However, the inclusion of a simple comma before the but adds to this, yet retaining the way you use the phrase "the problem" as a link between this and the next sentence.

As the next sentence is a direct continuation of the same idea, I do not feel that there should be a new paragraph, however like several of my other suggestions this is a personal opinion and should not be taken as a hard-and-fast rule.

Quote: "there was nothing around just wood and dirt, so he"

The rest of this sentence is well written, but the "nothing around just wood and dirt" section needs
a) added punctuation between around and just
or
b) (my preference) the replacement of just with "except" or a synonym thereof.

Quote: "turned him back facing up so the blood would not spill out"

This seems too simply written. I would advise complicating it by saying something along these lines: "turned him onto his back/front to reduce bloodloss" - the blood will still "spill out" his solution would be an attempt to lessen this. Also spill out sounds more like a vessel such as a jug than a person.

Quote: "It was getting worse, General Lee was losing lots of blood now, debris "

Again, I'm just going to be picky about punctuation. I would replace the first comma here with a semi-colon, and the second with a full stop.

Quote: "pouring out, and the general dropped to the floor out of Connors hands jerkily."

There's nothing wrong with this phrase, but it could be improved with some more dramatic vocabulary (e.g. gushing instead of pouring) and slight rearrangement (dropped jerkily to the floor, out of...)

Quote: "Connor snapped behind him and saw a dark figure right in the face."

I don't like this sentence at all. Sorry, but it just doesn't seem up to the standards of what is a generally good narrative. What do you mean by snapped? And right in the face is surely not the best way to express this. His face would be much better, although there are probably better alternatives, I just can't think of them ).

Quote: "centimetres but he had a balaclava over his face so he could not be identified but it was obvious he was with the rebels. "

I'd add commas before the first but and before so. "but it was..." repeats the word but and seems to stretch the sentence a little further than feels quite right. I would advise starting this as a new sentence, and with the word "Nevertheless." It's a good word, nevertheless, in moderation. However, extensive overuse is an ill fit for such a comparitively unused word. Also, following "the rebels" with "The rebel" seems too repetitive. Don't start a new sentence with a capital letter, instead remove the full stop from the end of the rebel's speech to improve flow.

Quote: "the general Lee"

I think someone else mentioned this, but either refer to him as General Lee (and you would use a capital for general here as it is a title, and therefore treated like a proper noun) or as "the general" (without the capital here... the English language is a peculiar thing)

Quote: "His time had run out."

This is a good dramatic ending to the prologue, and draws the reader into the book. I personally want to know how this prologue will relate to the rest of the book from the last couple of sentences; your phrasing and choice of words is very effective.


Overall though, your narrative style is already showing great progress. I'm impressed with how much you've improved already, and I hope you can keep up this story. I've been very pedantic here, with a lot of focus on minor grammatical errors, but it was all with entirely good intentions, and aimed to help you. I know there are a lot of comments, but many of them are similar, and I really do hope this helps you to continue writing. I look forward to seeing how you continue this story.

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Thank you! That helped me realise what mistakes i had and how i could have replaced them! Thanks to your help her is a improved version of the Prologue.

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Prologue - Fall down go boom.


Marine 095, Connor opened his eyes and saw the lavish green grass surrounding him. It was very bright to his open eyes but it was seemingly cold. There were no clouds in the sky and the sun shone right down into his eyes. Connor smiled; he was lying next to his friend, Emily. She was playing with one of the butterflies that flew above her golden hair. She had been the best girl-friend that Connor had ever had because she was nice to him. He really liked her and she really liked him. They put their arms around each other interlocking like the friends they were. It was the perfect day for that perfect kiss he had been waiting for. He looked into her bright brown eyes and she looked into his, as his face got closer to hers he started to smile even more. Closer…Closer…Closer…

The alarm siren sounded. Connor woke up; eyes tight shut and banged his head on the bottom bunk of his shared bed with Alex. “Oh ***” he bellowed. He rolled out of his bunk groaning because he almost had her. The room he was in was just a bleak room, mandatory grey, apart from the posters of blonde slim models on the wall and the random calendar it was like everyone else’s dorm. Connor sloppily got dressed in his standard uniform, regular order, trousers first then the white shirt then tie and then shoes and then his seamless jacket. He went out of his door and slammed it shut and jogged straight down to the Lecture Theatre.

The structure was just like a massive prison but with more freedom and we didn’t have to work as hard but we have better food. The Camp was very tech like; it had lots of wires and metal in each wall. Mostly ever time you get by a wall it sparks off a little spark but not enough to damage you. But with running down the halls, which Connor was doing you had a high risk chance of hurting your self with the auto doors. Once he met up with the large grim metal door he started to push it open and see who was in there.

He opened the door,” Hello? What’s the problem?” Then he saw debris everywhere. Connor’s eyes which were slightly closed opened fast, he saw lots of wood on the floor from the vandalised chairs which looked like it had blown from behind him. “Wow, what the hell happened here?” Connor’s eyes scanned the rooms for signs of life. There was nothing that he could see from the view he had apart from debris. He was walking around, his eyes curiously scanned the room again, but this time he noticed a gigantic hole in the wall behind the projector screen. He ran and overturned a table weaving in an out of the rubble filled floor, and scouted the theatre again as his new position afforded him greater visibility. A few seconds later he saw General Lee unconscious, lying down by the hole in the wall. Connor sprinted over quickly to see what had happened. General Lee had displayed signs of life; he had a pulse and was breathing, but there was lots of blood on him. Connor looked out of the hole and saw the vast landscape. It was a giant wasteland with dips of trees here and there but mostly covered in sand, what was once a vast landscape of gigantic trees and alive with vegetation was now a wreck due to the epic war 12 years ago.

But the unusual thing was that there was a crater in the ground, it spread about 9m long and 4 meters wide but this was not a crater of sand, it was a massive field of earth. “How could anything have blown up that much sand to get down to the Solid ground?” he asked himself. Thoughts aside, his instinct told him not to go over there so he stayed back and shouted for a medic. Silence......No one came so he lifted up Lee and slowly put him back down again making sure not to put him on any sharp debris. He was a heavy man but Connor had been trained enough to lift him.

It seemed there was a problem, this was that there was a small but deep hole in the general’s back; it must have been from a piece of debris. Connor tried to find a piece of cloth to put pressure on the wound but there was nothing around except wood and dirt, so he lifted him up and put him onto his back to prevent blood loss. It was getting worse; General Lee was losing lots of blood now. Debris everywhere Connor slightly lost his footing but he maintained his balance immediately. As he got closer to the door blood started gushing out, and the general jerkily dropped to the floor out of Connors hands. Connor felt a slight breeze of air on his back; he spun quickly behind him and met a cold hearted mask in the face. He was taller than Connor by a few centimetres but he had a face mask over his face so he could not be identified but it was obvious he was with the rebels. The Rebel said “This will all be over soon.” And with a sudden movement a sharp object came into contact with Connor’s head. Connor fell to the floor with General Lee by his side. His eyes started to close and then they finally shut. His time had run out.
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As said before i cannot put the mild swear in there because of the swear filter, but it doesnt make any difference to the story.

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It's definitely improving mate - it's good to see your progress.

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UPDATE

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0200 Hours
15th January 2115
Destination - ????


Marine 095, Connor opened his eyes and saw the lavish green grass surrounding him. It was very bright to his open eyes but it was seemingly cold. There were no clouds in the sky and the sun shone right down into his eyes. Connor smiled; he was lying next to his friend, Emily. She was playing with one of the butterflies that flew above her golden hair. She had been the best girl-friend that Connor had ever had because she was nice to him. He really liked her and she really liked him. They put their arms around each other interlocking like the friends they were. It was the perfect day for that perfect kiss he had been waiting for. He looked into her bright brown eyes and she looked into his, as his face got closer to hers he started to smile even more. Closer…Closer…Closer…

The alarm siren sounded. Connor woke up; eyes tight shut and banged his head on the bottom bunk of his shared bed with Alex. “Oh (expleitiv)” he bellowed. He rolled out of his bunk groaning because he almost had her. The room he was in was just a bleak room, mandatory grey, apart from the posters of blonde slim models on the wall and the random calendar it was like everyone else’s dorm. Connor sloppily got dressed in his standard uniform, regular order, trousers first then the white shirt then tie and then shoes and then his seamless jacket. He went out of his door and slammed it shut and jogged straight down to the Lecture Theatre.

The structure was just like a massive prison but with more freedom and the marines didn’t have to work as hard and also they got better food. The Camp was very tech like; it had lots of wires and metal in each wall. Mostly every time you get by a wall it sparks off a little spark but not enough to damage you. But with running down the halls, which Connor was doing you had a high risk chance of hurting your self with the auto doors. Once he met up with the large grim metal door he started to push it open and see who was in there.

He opened the door,” Hello? What’s the problem?” Then he saw debris everywhere. Connor’s eyes which were slightly closed opened fast, he saw lots of wood on the floor from the vandalised chairs which looked like it had blown from behind him. “Wow, what the hell happened here?” Connor’s eyes scanned the rooms for signs of life. There was nothing that he could see from the view he had apart from debris. He was walking around, his eyes curiously scanned the room again, but this time he noticed a gigantic hole in the wall behind the projector screen. He ran and overturned a table weaving in an out of the rubble filled floor, and scouted the theatre again as his new position afforded him greater visibility. A few seconds later he saw General Lee unconscious, lying down by the hole in the wall. Connor sprinted over quickly to see what had happened. General Lee had displayed signs of life; he had a pulse and was breathing, but there was lots of blood on him. Connor looked out of the hole and saw the vast landscape. It was a giant wasteland with dips of trees here and there but mostly covered in sand, what was once a vast landscape of gigantic trees and alive with vegetation was now a wreck due to the epic war 12 years ago.

But the unusual thing was that there was a crater in the ground, it spread about 9m long and 4 meters wide but this was not a crater of sand, it was a massive field of earth. “How could anything have blown up that much sand to get down to the Solid ground?” he asked himself. Thoughts aside, his instinct told him not to go over there so he stayed back and shouted for a medic. Silence......No one came so he lifted up Lee and slowly put him back down again making sure not to put him on any sharp debris. He was a heavy man but Connor had been trained enough to lift him.

It seemed there was a problem, this was that there was a small but deep hole in the general’s back; it must have been from a piece of debris. Connor tried to find a piece of cloth to put pressure on the wound but there was nothing around except wood and dirt, so he lifted him up and put him onto his back to prevent blood loss. It was getting worse; General Lee was losing lots of blood now. Debris everywhere Connor slightly lost his footing but he maintained his balance immediately. As he got closer to the door blood started gushing out, and the general jerkily dropped to the floor out of Connors hands. Connor felt a slight breeze of air on his back; he spun quickly behind him and met a cold hearted mask in the face. He was taller than Connor by a few centimetres but he had a face mask over his face so he could not be identified but it was obvious he was with the rebels. The Rebel said “This will all be over soon.” And with a sudden movement a sharp object came into contact with Connor’s head. Connor fell to the floor with General Lee by his side. His eyes started to close and then they finally shut. His time had run out.



Monday 12th July 2100
0800 hours (Marine Calendar)
Mountains of Reach
Planet Hyrax

Connor opened the door to the “Lifter”. Inside he saw dozens of small children inside panting and puffing. “Please let us out of here mister. I…I…Cant breathe very well.” A young child said.
“Everyone out now! Get a move on!” Connor demanded. The children rioted out of the Vulcan Lifter. The children were like hogs, running around stretching their legs and roaring like animals. Even the oldest child who looked about 7 was crying. Connor jogged over to him and asked what the matter was. “Excuse me. What’s the matter?” Connor asked.
The boy sniffed. “I miss my mother and father. They got attacked by the rebels and now their in int...tttensive care.” The boy stopped crying and wiped his face. “But I am going to stop these “rebels” and show my family what I am made of!” he shouted. The kid seemed to embrace being taken away from his family now. Connor started to walk up to the front of the field. “Listen up recruits, I will be calling out names and that will be your group for the 13 months you will be training here. But unfortunately only 200 of the 300 will be able to make it into the legendary Marine VII beta phase.” Connor started to read out a list of names. “I will be personally training one of your teams and that will be……the blue team.” The blue team consisted of Aaron Jarod, Susie Baxter, Mark Wetherfield and Peter Pertallie. Those four children’s eyes lighted up like matches to sandpaper. The children started to line up into the groups. Once the groups had assembled they got sent to pick up their rags and then got sent into dormitories.

The walk to the dorms was a long exhausting one from the drop zone. Throughout the walk to the dormitories they had to walk through the “Forest of the Elders” and got to see some to the inscribed drawings and writings on the walls and trees. The forest was covered in vegetation, the plants where a variety of sizes and colours, ones were short and dark but others were long and bright. The children could hear the mud squelching through there shoes. “Gross.” Said one little recruit. After cutting through masses of bushes they finally got the station. It was a large structure covered in moss and vines to give it the feeling of camouflage from enemy bombers. “Recruits, to my left are your dorms and to my right it’s the barracks. This where you will collect all the equipment you need for the remaining weeks, you will return to here later on to collect your weapons and ammunition. But first you must, I repeat must get your rags and not touch any weapons! Now move out.” The recruits shifted into gear and moved out for the barracks. The rags they had to wear where standard like Connor had to wear, Camo Top and Bottoms and black shoes. The barracks was quite small but big enough to fit 30 small children or 10 adult sized marines. “There you go” the marine at the stand said to Aaron as he got given his rags, toothbrush, torch, knife and compass. “Thank you sir!” Aaron replied as he saluted him. Aaron walked outside into the changing rooms, it was split two ways; boys changing room to the right and the girls to the left. The changing rooms looked luxurious to Aaron’s eyes, but to everyone else it was a baron ugly room, it had splintered wooden seats and rusting but clean metal lockers. It was like that to him because he lived only in a small wooden shed in the middle of the countryside. It became worse when the “Paraoncá Rebels” attacked his house. Everything was burnt to a crisp and his mother and father had been in the shed when it was set fire. The boys got changed and went outside and met Connor. “Well done recruits, for our first exercise we will be jumping out of one of the “Vulcan Choppers”. This will be an exhilarating experience, also training if you want to be a Hell jumper. Now get in the Chopper and strap up.” Some children looked at each other and looked to the Chopper. It was a large dropship type vehicle, it had bits and bobs like machine turrets and padded seats, but these luxuries did not match the children’s fear.

As they got in some of them trembled and others didn’t even flinch. Once they had got up to 10000 feet the pilot stopped the Chopper and turned around. “Alright! Line up and get ready to jump. Remember wait 10 seconds and pull the chord.” Silence…… no one moved from their seats. “I will go first.” Said one little girl. So everyone started lining behind her and she jumped. You could hear her screaming her lungs out but it seemed she was enjoying it. 2 more people had gone then it was Aarons turn. His legs froze into place, he couldn’t move. He thought to himself “Oh god, I’m totally (expletiv) my pants, but if a little girl could do it I can as well!” He shimmied himself up to the edge. “Get on with it pussy!” someone shouted behind him. As Aaron got further to the edge he felt a hand on his back…he turned around...”Bye!” Aaron was in freefall. He started to scream his lungs out and his eyes started to water. Then he remembered what the pilot said. He fumbled for the chord, the pulled it but it wouldn’t work. He tried again. “Thank god!” His parachute opened and he started to slow down. There was a green square below him. He didn’t see anyone there. “Hmm maybe if I land there it will get me the respect back I need.” He nodded to himself and pulled the rings down. He started to gain speed; slowly he made it down to the surface. But he was going to fast, he pulled the rings up and started to slow down but he was going to fast. “Ah (expletiv).” He pummelled into the ground and rolled over a few times. “Ouch…” he mumbled. He was covered in mud and looked a state. “Huh?” He felt something trickle down his leg. “Aw I didn’t (expletiv) myself did I?” He looked down and saw it wasn’t (expleitiv) it was blood. He wiped it off and unhooked himself from the chute. “Hah! How the hell did I cut myself.”
“Oi what’s so funny?” Aaron turned around and saw the boy who pushed him. “Hi. I’m Rob…” He put his hand out to Aaron for a shake. But instead of a shake Aaron punched him straight in the face. Blood trickled down Robert’s face. He got up and ran for Aaron. They went to the ground together and started punch each other in the face and stomach. Aaron landed a few good blows and so did Robert. “Hey stop!” Aaron felt someone grab his collar and yank him up. It was Connor, “What the hell do you think you are doing?” But Robert didn’t stop, he ran for Aaron but Connor got in his way. “I Said stop!” Connor barked in his face. Robert stopped and it seemed like he had been frozen. A tall grey haired man walked over and looked down at Aaron. “Sir these two were going to beat each other to death if I didn’t stop them.” The grey haired man smiled but not laughing smile it was a arrogant smile. “Yes. They were weren’t they? Let me talk to them alone for a bit Sergeant ok.”
“Sir yes sir!” Connor walked off to greet the other recruits whilst the grey haired man walked off with Aaron and Robert into the “Vulcan Lifter”…

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Looking really good, much better than the first one. I can see definate progress. Just want to be picky about punctuation again:

Quote: "Connor’s eyes which were slightly closed opened fast, he saw"


Should be:
Connor’s eyes, which were slightly closed, opened fast. He saw

Think that would make more sense.


Keep up the good work though.


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Posted: 20th Oct 2007 20:18 Edited at: 20th Oct 2007 20:26
How about "Conner's eyes opened quickly." We know his eyes were closed if they opened quickly. Using the word "quickly" rolls off the tongue (mind?) better. You want to look at making your writing easily readable.

Work on cutting out useless words. You want quality, not quantity.

Quote: "Connor opened the door to the “Lifter”. Inside he saw dozens of small children inside panting and puffing. “Please let us out of here mister. I…I…Cant breathe very well.” A young child said."


Could be better worded this way:

Quote: "Connor opened the door to the lifter. Inside were many young children panting and puffing. "Please let us out of here mister," One child gasped, "I…I…cant breathe.""


Work on making it not a linear narrative of events, but more descriptive. And why's lifter in quotes?


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I think "he saw dozens of " is better than "were many" but the other part is an improvement.

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Thanks, ill change it now.

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