oh...but i wasnt being an ass, just asking him to edit his story so it reads better.Iceman said:further?
edit: sorry, just feel like being an ass right now.
oh...but i wasnt being an ass, just asking him to edit his story so it reads better.Iceman said:further?
edit: sorry, just feel like being an ass right now.
:lolIceman said:further?
edit: sorry, just feel like being an ass right now.
Mike Works said:RumpledForeskin: did you go through the order of space, then water, then noose when it came to fulfilling the topic quota too?
I don't think anyone would date anyone if we really knew everything that was going through people's heads.Aaron said:RevenantKioku - I have two thoughts: I would not date this woman, and I'm disappointed it doesn't have a real ending, whether she lives or dies.
A jackalope sat in front of his computer, pondering.RumpledForeskin said:Not sure what you mean
Cyan said:A jackalope sat in front of his computer, pondering.
"I've got it!" says he, "I'll write about space! There's no air and no gravity, that's perfect."
He started typing away, but it hadn't been more than a few minutes when he lifted his head, thinking aloud.
"No. Everyone's going to do outer space, that's too obvious. Underwater! There's no air, and you're kind of weightless!"
Again he began writing, and again, he lifted his head, his eyebrows raised doubtfully.
"Still too obvious. But wait! When you hang yourself, you can't breathe, and the noose is holding you up. Perfect!"
He bent his head and began to type. This time, no doubts arose, and the story leapt onto the screen. Whence and thence, who can say?
I did pretty much the same thing, except I took a 90 degree turn just after underwater.
Interesting. It feels like you chose a small slice of a larger story--the climactic scene at the very end. Excellent choice. Your greatest strength here is in your metaphors--they are descriptive and explanatory, without being overwrought. I'd like to read more from you so I can try to snipe your style.nitewulf said:Lost July
I was about to say that I agreed with the comments made by other folks, but I just noticed you edited, so I reread your piece. It's definitely better now, with the name change and the removal of the beginning bit. I can't remember exactly how the previous one ended--I think it was right after the part about the monstrous beast of gravity--but I actually slightly preferred that ending. This one is too... unambiguous? I'm not quite sure what it is, I just know I preferred the first one. Maybe it's just me.Great Rumbler said:A Distant Cry Coming over the Face of the Waters
This felt a bit generic, in the sense that it felt like the main character could have been pretty much anyone without changing the story in the least. She didn't feel tied down or grounded to any reality (would she really think about "my father" instead of "dad?" If so, why?). I was also kind of bothered by all the questions. It was stylistic, I assume, but it grated a bit.RevenantKioku said:Slippery When Wet
This one is nice. I love your metaphor at the beginning ("cathedrals of sound"). I like the descriptions of Salome; you can see what he sees in her. That's key for something like this.ronito said:Salome
no...i am just holding comments till the voting begins. i loved your piece, its decidedly over the top without being cheesy. also i wear ties all the time, and have one which hangs past the buckle, so i dont wear it anymore...its very annoying. a perfectly good looking tie, just too long for me.Cyan said:I think I killed the thread. Well, here's some critique.
thanx...its a culmination of reading too much Hammett, Chandler, and Hemingway (never a bad thing!), and my lack of vocabulary skills, or being able to write long, descriptive, lyrical sentences. my strength has always been making sharp, to the point statements (engineer by trade)...so rather than trying something i cant do, i utilize what i can do and focus on writing terse, short, sharp sentences.Interesting. It feels like you chose a small slice of a larger story--the climactic scene at the very end. Excellent choice. Your greatest strength here is in your metaphors--they are descriptive and explanatory, without being overwrought. I'd like to read more from you so I can try to snipe your style.
i havent taken a creative writing course, or any formal writing courses aside from "technical writing"...so im not sure if there is a literary term for it, but that point of view is of the observer/reader. some grammatical mistakes are intentional, such as incomplete, abrupt sentences...its a part of my style, you will notice in other peices as well. but i am sure i missed other grammatical errors here and there, i did write in a hurry, and my grammar isnt actually very good.The only real negative here is that I can tell you wrote this in a hurry. You missed a few grammatical errors. Not enough to hurt the story, but enough to make it feel slightly incomplete, like a not-quite-final draft. Also in one or two places the perspective wavers between De La Cruz and the man he's chasing ("he saw his own death coming his way," "his will power slowly seeped from his body"). These could be De La Cruz observing what he thinks is happening to the man, but they feel just slightly off.
I was about to say that I agreed with the comments made by other folks, but I just noticed you edited, so I reread your piece. It's definitely better now, with the name change and the removal of the beginning bit. I can't remember exactly how the previous one ended--I think it was right after the part about the monstrous beast of gravity--but I actually slightly preferred that ending. This one is too... unambiguous? I'm not quite sure what it is, I just know I preferred the first one. Maybe it's just me.
Also--not that this is hugely important, as the guy could be hallucinating--while time slows down for you relative to others near a black hole, subjectively there is no difference. You will only notice that time had been slower once you return and compare notes.
Gotcha. Well then, you can take my criticisms with a grain of salt. Third person omniscient is an unusual pov, but it's perfectly legit. I was thrown off because at first it felt like a third person limited, through De La Cruz's eyes.nitewulf said:i havent taken a creative writing course, or any formal writing courses aside from "technical writing"...so im not sure if there is a literary term for it, but that point of view is of the observer/reader. some grammatical mistakes are intentional, such as incomplete, abrupt sentences...its a part of my style, you will notice in other peices as well. but i am sure i missed other grammatical errors here and there, i did write in a hurry, and my grammar isnt actually very good.
Ah, I'd wondered. I'm not familiar with that show.the title, "lost july" is a nod to my favorite Trigun episode, i was hoping more poeple would catch it, at least on GAF!
Um. Good point. Maybe "ambiguous" isn't quite the word I wanted. We knew what his fate would be, but we didn't see it actually happen. The first ending clearly implied his inexorable death without spelling it out as it happened. I liked that version better. Personal taste, ymmv.Great Rumbler said:Well, falling into a black hole isn't exactly the most ambiguous thing that could happen to you, but I see your point. The old ending was really abrupt though and didn't give off the feeling that I was going for.
Fair enough. That was nitpicking anyway.Yeah, I know, but in times of extreme stress/danger your brain will actually speed up, causing you to perceive that time is slowing down. Falling into a black hole certainly represents a very stressful situation.
I think in terms of "my father" and like like so it was just what came natural to me. Again, my mind is also flooding with questions in similar situations so I tried to write what felt natural "to me." What's interesting is to see how others don't think like me.Cyan said:This felt a bit generic, in the sense that it felt like the main character could have been pretty much anyone without changing the story in the least. She didn't feel tied down or grounded to any reality (would she really think about "my father" instead of "dad?" If so, why?). I was also kind of bothered by all the questions. It was stylistic, I assume, but it grated a bit.
I'm not clever enough to pull something like that.You briefly touch on the seven stages of grief (Shock, Denial, Bargaining, Guilt, Anger, Depression, Acceptance). I went back through and read your piece again after seeing that, expecting to find that each paragraph represented one of the stages. That would've been a really interesting way to structure this.
1) he might not realistically have the strength to do so. remember, he is already struggling to breathe.
2) he'd freeze and die instantly, and the local de-pressurizing effect, due to opening the helmet...would probably have ugly consequences.
Ironically - SAL is HAL's actual twin in the books (we see more of her in 2010), and the name is actual abbreviation like HAL (though I forget what it stands for, it's been a long time since I read the books).Great Rumbler said:Yeah, I knew leaving it as Sal would make the comparison that much easier, but...I couldn't think of anything that worked better for what I wanted to do. It's short and easy to say, which work well for a nickname that someone might give an advanced AI that wouldn't really have a name, and its androgynous [short for Sally or Salvatore].
Stage On said:Sorry guys, I wanted to write one for this but a combination of it following too quickly after the last one and how I've been doing lately (rather poorly) has made me unable to whip something up in time
I hope I'll be able to write something for the next one but that depends on how busy school is and how my co-op job search goes.
Fafalada said:although I don't think renaming the AI was necessary at all.
Every time I edited the story I pulled it back a bit--you should've seen the first version! Actually you shouldn't, it was absurdly over the top.Aaron said:Cyan - Cool writing style, though I think you go a touch too far with it, and it would have worked better in a bit more moderation, but this is nit-picking.
The twist was that there was no twist! I try not to do twists, since I usually inadvertently telegraph them. I was going for something more fun (and a little experimental, with the dual storylines--I'm not sure that completely worked either, though). Thanks for the feedback.Really was expecting some sort of twist ending with this not actually being the old west... but then I always expect a twist ending.
All right. As others have said, it's a nice slice of life sort of story. It feels like it's missing something though, some kind of driving force. Maybe if the astronaut thing were brought up in the beginning rather than toward the end, it could tie the whole thing together. The tense changes and odd, expository tone toward the end are slightly off-putting, but work as a sort of representation of a pot-induced haze. Otherwise, the writing seems pretty solid.VALIS said:Thursday Night Astronauts
I seem to say this a lot in these threads, but I don't get it. Well written and so on, I just don't get it. Setting- they're in some kind of underground tunnel, but there's an oak tree there? Characters- the guy sees him about to hang himself, but stops to read the note while he's still alive? And what about the note makes him laugh? I feel like I must be missing something obvious. Anyway, even without understanding it, I still liked it.Mike Works said:'Finally'
Kind of odd tone, descriptions, and word choices given that the guy is hanging himself. I realize it's all in aid of not revealing the ending too early, but it just doesn't feel right. Kind of unfortunate that the immediately preceding story was also about someone hanging themselves. Not much you can do about that though. I liked the characterization here. The guy feels grounded in the reality of the story. Little details like the mom hitting the curb in her Taurus, and the hospital visits from people who then forgot him, really help.RumpledForeskin said:weightless, breathless
It's not obvious, at least I tried not to make it so. There are clues as to what's happening, who these characters are, and why they do what they do dropped throughout the story. I'd suggest reading the story again, this time paying attention more for these hints than the overall story itself to see if you can figure it out.Cyan said:I seem to say this a lot in these threads, but I don't get it. Well written and so on, I just don't get it. Setting- they're in some kind of underground tunnel, but there's an oak tree there? Characters- the guy sees him about to hang himself, but stops to read the note while he's still alive? And what about the note makes him laugh? I feel like I must be missing something obvious. Anyway, even without understanding it, I still liked it.
Barrage said:The bad news is I have to cut 400 words to make the word count.
Barrage said:Victory!
Word Count: 998
Not Safe Enough
"That is a big goddamn robot."
Clark's wife Ellen and crossed her arms in front of her.
"Any other impressions, Clark?"
Clark adjusted his glasses and glanced at the behemoth standing in front of him. Besides the enormous height, the robot was a gangly, skeletal contraption. Two pancake sized lights represented his eyes, a yellow light eminating from each .
'It's a big... bright...robot."
Ellen shook her head in frustration and began to storm away. Clark took one more look at the robot before following her.
"What did you expect from me, Ellen?" Clark hissed.
"I wanted", Ellen said in an ice-cold voice, "you to at least appreciate a gift. You already spend a fortune on gadgets."
"That's different, Ellen!" Clark responded loudly. When he had become financially stable, Clark decided that his family would never have to live in the state of fear he had during his childhood in the ghetto. As soon as Clark had started pulling down six figures, he moved to the suburbs, and invested in every kind of security system imaginable.
As Clark's wealth grew, so did the exoticness of his security devices-and the sadisticness of it's punishments. Clark had installed tear gas emitters, trap doors leading the unlucky criminal to a twelve foot fall, and even a chemical substitute for Quicksand in front of his sons' door.
His friends laughed about it, thinking that Clark had watched a few too many Bond movies growing up. Ellen saw it a different way.
"How is it different, Clark? Because OMER won't kill?"
Clark's eyes rolled. "Oh god. You've named it."
Ellen leaned in, and Clark was suddenly reminded of the reprimands his mother used to give him. "Don't change the subject, Clark. You don't like OMER because he won't be able to stop these burglars you're always rambling about. I saw the flyer you were looking at last night, Clark. Noone deserves that."
Clark's face went crimson in embarassment. True, XV-II was perhaps a bit drastic-a spinnng , circular drill which would attach itself to a burglar's legs and bury itself into thier chest-but it was the best available defense for his family. He was going to ask Ellen to get it for his upcoming birthday, but with Ellen spending that money on OMER...
"The XV-II will make us safer then we have ever been. I'm just trying to make our lives better! "
Clark began to walk to his room. As he did, he was seized by one of his coughing fits. Ellen immediately forgot what caused thier fight and moved forward to comfort him.
" Clark, are you alright? Remember, you need to take your medicine! I know you're afraid of needles, Clark, but God... your next birthday's your 57th-do you want it to be your last?"
Clark turned, and said in a haggard voice (whether from the coughing or from rage, Ellen didn't know) "Ellen, you're not my mother. You're not my teacher. If you continue to act the way you are, you won't be my wife for very much longer."
Clark stormed away. Ellen stood, stunned.
"EL-LEN."
Ellen turned to see OMER enter the room. Ellen stood unsteadily. She was unsure whether to speak to OMER as a pet, a child, or a colleague.
"Did-did you hear that, OMER?"
OMER. stared back, emotionless. "I WILL DO. WHAT IS BEST. FOR THIS FAM-IL-E." OMER immediately turned and lurched away..
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Clark struggled to sleep, tossing and turning. As he laid his head back and tried to force himself to nod off, he felt a light focus on his face. He cracked one eye slowly, while reaching for the pistol he kept behind the pillowcase. He didn't have his glasses on, but he didn't need them to realize that there was OMER, eyes glowing intensely. One of his long arms was doing something unseen at the foot of the bed. The other was holding something, advancing it slowly towards Clark's face. Something long. Something sharp.
Fright and excitement filled Clark at the same time. How had OMER avoided all of the floor hazards Clark had installed? The smallest amount of weight should- Clark listened closely, and heard a whirling noise. Shock hit Clark's system . OMER could float! Clark was never a robot enthusiasist, but he read enough to know that the higher end models had propellers built into the back of thier legs, allowing them to levitate.
Apparently OMER was worth more then he had thought.
Clark slowly moved the pistol down. It was ready-all he needed was to pull the trigger. OMER's face peered into Clark's now, the shining blade in his hand descending-
Clark threw the pillow out of the way, and pulled the trigger. OMER stumbled back before landing awkwardly on the floor, pieces of him flying everywhere. the bullet had pierced OMER's forehead. The light in OMER's wide eyes slowly faded.
Clark squinted and tried to make sense of the junkyard of metal that surrounded him. There was nothing left of OMER-his security system even now didn't detect him. His mind tried to make sense of what had just happened -Had Ellen tried to kill him? No she couldn't have! He'd have to talk with her, sort things out.
He gripped the pistol tighter in his right hand,
As Clark stepped down, he felt his foot brush something. Clark peered down. It was a white, hastily wrapped box. He leaned over it, removing the semi-wrapped top.
There lay the XV-II.
Clark barely had time to react as two small claws lunged out, tearing into the skin of his ankles. He fell forward, landing directly on the XV-II's deadly drill. The XV-II recognized an intruder's prescence.
And began to spin very fast.
I too had to look up vasovagal. But I love the name "Vago Dago." That really cracked me up. The tunnel explanation is bit too expository, but I suppose that's a word limit issue. I'm also not sure how the security cam recording will show Vince doing something he never actually did. I thought Richter had spliced in footage that they recorded elsewhere.Crushed said:Remora
Interesting. Very abstract. Didn't quite work for me--a few odd phrasings and word choices threw it off. Needed more consistency in that regard (especially in the final section, where I hear your voice and not the character's).Oldschoolgamer said:Love as rain in space
Well written as usual. I liked it, although it took me another read to understand what was happening at the end. I was confused as to where the story was supposed to be taking place.Aaron said:Straight Shot
Very clever little tale. Like oldschool's though, it lacks consistency. Your voice comes through rather than the character's. The setting appears to be England several hundred years ago (execution by beheading places it well in the past, "old chap" in England). But then you bring in a few phrases that just don't fit--a joke that is "too racist" to repeat, Hell not "living up to the hype", the ghost train ride. These are phrases or ideas of our time, and break the flow of the story. And again, a few lingering grammatical errors.Scribble said:Vacant Inferno
Great, very nicely done. Feels very real and solid, especially when the blows start landing. I like the structure here, where a few longer paragraphs are broken up by tiny moments in time. The only thing I didn't like about this story was at the beginning. He's only just now realizing what drove his previous success? I don't think that's necessary--I don't see any reason why he wouldn't have always known that. It wouldn't change the story at all, anyway.Azih said:Floating
Be nice? Well, I'll try.pedrothelion said:The Knight
Not sure what to say about this one. When I first read it last night, I found it creepy to the point that I don't particularly want to read it again to give you a critique. But that in itself says a lot about how well you succeeded, no? I wasn't surprised by the ending (gun on the wall in act I, and all that), but it still totally creeped me out. Good job.Barrage said:Not Safe Enough
Excellent, evocative, and a little scary. It feels like a scene from a movie. The opening paragraph threw me off a bit, as it felt so 9-11. Not sure if that's what you wanted to evoke (probably), but it didn't quite work. I wonder if opening with the sight of the man might have been stronger. Another thing I wondered about is after exiting the elevator, why don't they warn those poor unsuspecting people? It felt like this piece ran up against the word limit.Iceman said:Elevator Music
I always do! By "all that" do you mean the over-the-top similes/metaphors in general, or specifically the ones making up the secondary story?ronito said:It seemed like you were trying really hard to be clever. It would've been better without all that.
ronito said:Iceman: It gets confused. I have a hard time keeping track of what's what and who's who and what's happening to who and when and stuff.
Similes. I mean I definitely appreciate the trying to be clever. But sometimes it's enough just to say it was a long day and leave it at that.Cyan said:I always do! By "all that" do you mean the over-the-top similes/metaphors in general, or specifically the ones making up the secondary story?
Iceman said:Barrage, something that bothered me last night when I first read your story. The name combination of Clark and Ellen evoked images of Clark and Ellen Griswold from the National Lampoon vacation movies. The association created a problem for me: the characterizations were inconsistent with the ones established in the movies. The contrast was jarring for me, taking me out of the story. So, if it was intentional then I'd suggest it didn't work. But if it was unintentional then I would suggest changing one of the names.
Barrage said:Nope, I definently wasn't thinking of the National Lampoon characters when naming Clark and Ellen. In fact, Clark and Ellen were supposed to be black (now I feel dissapointed that didn't come across clearer in the story. )
Clark continued my rich tradition of naming characters after comic book icons (did it in Writing Challenge #1, too.) Ellen was a name I used in a previous short story that I liked the sound of.
That is a freaky coincidence, though, considering i've only seen Christmas Vacation once.
Huh, I didn't catch that at all. I pictured him as... well, pretty much Clark Kent.Iceman said:Oh, I definitely thought he was black.