Nah, not really.
Glad we agree, I was prepared to mount a most vigorous rebuttal : )
lastflowers: Zippo is a brand name and should be capitalized : P Had kind of a delirious, drunken quality to it, which I'm going to assume is intentional (because phrases like "[the moon] was a massive thing, so near he could grab a spoon and eat it like in the movies" would make absolutely no sense otherwise) given the state of mind of the main character, but like having a conversation with someone who is totally blitzed out of their mind, the cadence and train of thought don't necessarily translate for the sober party.
Mike M: I had a real hard time coming up with an ending, even though in retrospect it seemed kind of obvious. Originally it was just a one paragraph summation of their performance and being sentenced to prison, but that didn't work at all. Then I wrote out the whole performance and had dialogue from the king, only it was dragging on forever without any jokes and I realized that I *still* didnt have a way to end it. Then I just skipped ahead to the imprisonment, and that seemed to work out okay. Turned out okay in the end, even though theres a bit of hand waving about the incredulity of the situation and it is once again me indulging my penchant for writing characters who fancy themselves intellectuals talking circles around their perceived inferiors.
Ward: Anamorphic mass, or amorphic? Because the latter makes more sense to me in the context of what was going on in the story. Interesting depiction, but it kind of overstays its welcome and spends too much time looking down upon humanity. The revelation at the end that lives are just fragments of the greater Death entity that had snapped off is a bit too much of a tonal shift for me, because up until that point the narration has been all about sneering at how clueless people are and how no one respects Death like they used to. Then at the end, our understanding changes that these clueless people are in fact just wayward pieces of Death, so why the hostility toward them? Looking back, Id expect a bit more a sympathetic tone toward them. I at least am pretty sure I got what was going on at the end : )
Ourobolus: A pleasant little story. I was completely expecting a downer ending where the man who arrived turned out to be a lumberjack who cut down the trees. My only real gripe was the end about the wind having arrived, because the entire story was about the trees waiting for the man to arrive. But then it turns out that the man is providing percussion, and the wind was actually the maestro, I guess? I could have done with more clarity on that point, as the mention of the wind was totally out of left field and its importance wasnt clear. Also, I would question the describing of winter as a blistering season, as I associate blisters pretty strongly with heat. Though I suppose upon reflection Ive probably heard the term blistering cold at some point.
Tangent: Honestly, I think youd have been better served to dial down the scientific accuracy a bit. For instance, yes, rabbits eat their night droppings, but its disgusting and no one wants to read about it in a story that anthromorphosizes rabbits because our minds cant help but jump to the thought of *people* eating feces. Plus, you open yourself up for criticism like this: Rabbits have litters of what, like nine kits at a time? Even if we allow for litters of a dozen, if Fulfor has 46 children, most of them are going to be well over two months old, if not adult sized! #teamscience Heh heh : ) Also, probably spent a little too much time getting to the part about the song, you probably could have cut out everything after the Circle meeting to Fulfor running wild in the field and not really lost much. Cute pictures though!
Valerie Cherish: I get the impression that the contrast between the title and the fact that its repeatedly emphasized that no one is looking is supposed to be meaningful, but its lost on me. Not a knock, Im actually just spectacularly terrible at recognizing or implementing symbolism and metaphor, so I notice details like that and sit there agonizing whether or not Ive missed something. A well constructed and subdued depiction of explicit events, but there wasnt much of a payoff. I was actually a little bit confused by the last few lines, first in parsing that the two characters walking opposite directions meant that one of them was just walking back inside the building and not the opposite way down the sidewalk (Wouldnt that be walking in perpendicular directions?), and the final line of Lets go home confused me because I had no idea who the us in that sentence is supposed to be. Royal plural?
Cyan: Awww, you make me feel bad for taking the impetus to change back the voting times : ( Anyhoo, if we were supposed to know who these two characters speaking were, I missed it. I got that they were immortal or near enough to it, but that was it. There were enough brief sketching that I could make an educated guess at the scope and scale of whatever game theyre playing against one another, but Im still completely in the dark as to their motivations for doing so. Also, it was a bit difficult to keep track of who was speaking at any given moment, since theyre both unnamed men. Outside of that, nothing particularly wrong with it (except perhaps for a small rock that was not quite a boulder being a nearly nonsensical statement to me, since I think of boulders as being BIG rocks), but seems to have the promise of interesting hooks without actually delivering.
Multivac: I felt some things were kind of questionable. Erik seems entirely unperturbed that this woman is dressed in summer wear despite it being cold enough for him to be shivering uncontrollably in three layers of clothing and a coat? A fifty-foot vaulted ceiling in a ski lodge? He takes the job without even asking her name? He doesnt show even an ounce of fear at the prospect of being trapped in a ski lodge of monsters? I mean, I get the greatest motivator part of it and all, but that can only go so far before the suspension of disbelief snaps. You have all the makings of a zany, screwball comedy story here, but not a lot in the way of the actual humor that would make it work for me. See our whole writing comedy is hard post mortem a few threads ago : )
Nezumi: I
dont think I get it
The marble playing is supposed to be a metaphor for the events in the song, and I guess the flashback story was supposed to be those events playing out? Only the people were animals and none of them actually came by with attempts to entice the guy out of the hole, and then there was some other dude and then they were both gone while in the song the gundi drowned? Further complicating the matter is that I keep wanting to think about Djinn living in holes in the ground. Im not at all sure if the two are even related, but my brain keeps trying to make the connection.
Ashes: While Im cognizant of the fact that Jack is a nickname for John, I forget it frequently and have always hated it because it makes absolutely no sense to me that the former could be derived from the latter. So I feel for Nezumi on that one : ) Anyway, I had to reread this to realize that they had been in a car accident (and even then, Im presuming, but Im relatively certain Im correct). I spent the rest of the time wondering when we were going to revisit and expound upon the circumstances that had brought them to the opening of the story, only it never happened. Seems kind of odd that this would happen, and that no one would mention or talk about it, even with the express mention that John was prone to silences. Par for the course, well realized characters, but not a lot of action to maintain my interest. Im incredibly superficial like that.
Votes:
1.) Ward
2.) Valerie Cherish
3.) Ourobolus