With only eight entries, everyone gets an extra helping of unsolicited critique! Cmon, I know Im not the only one who made notes
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Right guys?
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ThLunarian: For two years Ive e-known you, and I still cant not write your name as The Lunarian every time. I even delete it and make the same mistake again. Fucking infuriating. Heh heh. Nearly from the start, your second sentence kind of threw me out of the proper headspace for this one. Identifying that there are others before establishing that there is anything for them to be other from and the color of the sand changing for unspecified reasons (Im assuming its just that the sun rose.) wasnt exactly confusing, per se, but it left ambiguity as to whether or not my interpretation of what was going on was the correct one. From there I got hung up on various other random details (Plastic sheet of what? Paper? Plastic? Tarp? Literal plastic bed sheet?) that I was mostly able to intuit what you were going for, but again could never be 100% completely certain. I got kind of a Lost meets Hunger Games vibe right from the get go, and then the thing in the woods turns out to be what seems like a mutant or monster polar bear? Its a small thing, but even changing the color of the monster would go a long way towards putting some distance between your story and whatever hints of Lost lurk in its DNA. The concept of What if modern day Hawaii was cut off from the rest of the world is a damned good one, one Ive thought about exploring myself (though in my imagination, it probably degrades into a tropical Mad Max scenario). Lots of depth that you can explore in that one about how the lack of metal or fuel would affect things. Really liked the detail that the idol turned out to be a piece of fruit in the end too, definitely wouldnt mind seeing the whole thing when youre done with it.
show me your skeleton: Honestly, you can ditch the entire semi-colon laden first paragraph and not really lose anything since the entirety of the rest of the story is told as a flashback. If anything, establishing from the start that his hunting name is Red-of-Throat diminishes the impact of how he ends up receiving it at the end. So is this in the same world as the last entry you submitted was? I gathered early on that the protagonist (and the other tribes/peoples mentioned) werent human, though Im not entiiiirely certain what the main character was supposed to be. At first all the talk about sows and [suffix]hough made me think of pigs. But then you had a part where the main character had a silver and white coat of hair, which I took to be that he had fur, not that he was wearing a coat. So Im thinking maybe a polar bear? I had to really rack my brain to remember that female bears are called sows (I seriously though the hough stuff was just trying to be a fancy way of saying hog and couldnt get past it), and Im Creative Writing ChallengeGAFs self-appointed animal guy : P If I had trouble with it, I wouldnt be surprised if other people were not perhaps a little lost by it. Just like last time, really excellent use of language (though I would perhaps quibble on the placement or absence of commas) and imagery. I particularly liked the pairing of greywhite and whitegrey and the notion of the affects of adrenaline being akin to a poison in the way it betrays the body.
Charade: I was kind of lost for a while in this one. The shadowy antagonists were initially described in such a way that I took them to be less corporeal than all the subsequent actions and interactions with them, which led me scratching my head as to how I was supposed to be picturing them in my head. Thankfully things are eventually made clear, and the line about humans have six went a remarkable distance in establishing the unreliability of the narrator and recalibrating my perception of everything that had occurred prior to that point. I wasnt expecting this to be a tie-in piece to the winning entry last week, but it seems only fair since I also wrote something relating to a previous entry of mine. Got to say though I think I liked Dax better when he was an idiot brimming over with violent machismo rather than a ruthless and effective bounty hunting badass. Granted, the latter is why he is so brimming over, and I would have liked to have seen just an inkling of the idiocy on display in his job application, but that seems like it would be a drastic mismatch of tonality with the rest of the story. There wasnt anything awful or particularly bad about this one, but it was about as generic and run of the mill as sci-fi stories get, the fact that you bring back a character that were already familiar with outside of generic and run of the mill sci-fi is really the saving grace.
Mike M: I changed the title back and forth between The Terrible Secret of Peppa Pig and The Terrible Secrets of Peppa Pig with each revision, and I still dont know which I like better : / This is actually a sequel to a previous story entry I submitted during my lamentable purple prose phase, which is referenced when Jacob scolds Peter for running out of the lab screaming into the night, in case youre wondering what thats in reference to. I didnt set out to write a sequel, but it seemed a natural outgrowth. I dont particularly enjoy reading slice of life type stories (and apparently I dont particularly enjoy writing them either) and this one really lives or dies by what you feel about the dialogue, as theres almost no action or descriptive language. I personally thought it peaked with the insane ramblings about a preschoolers cartoon (and even then I didnt like it that much until I saw the episode about the fire station. That really gave me something to latch on to and build out around), but then it kept on going without a lot of humor to keep it aloft. It got a fairly good response at my writing group the other night, though, so make of it what you will. Everything about Peppa Pig are completely autobiographical observations. Whats the term for a character speaking as the author? Its not quite self-insertion, I think
Sober: Prom is an excellent choice for this challenge, I would think. There was a line in the beginning that threw me for a minute where Andy asks Oscar how he got his necktie done, because it comes immediately after the narration calls out Andy noticing the bag with the liquor in it. The subject having thus been changed, I didnt realize we were going back to talking about the necktie again. Actually, upon reflection, you probably could have done away with the entire first scene, it doesnt seem to do much other than to be how Andy gets the whiskey, which is adequately addressed when Andy explains where he got it to Sally. Andys actions had me cringing (not the writing, mind you), his whole scheme to get drunk and have sex with a girl on what is essentially their first date is just
cringey. But I cant exactly fault you for that, because thats how teenagers are, as I recall. Not me, but I did plenty of other stupid and ill-conceived shit as a kid myself in other ways. I think you started to lose me about the point where they got in the altercation with the homeless drunk. Everything had been kinda light-hearted (viewed through the lens of teenagers ascribing disproportionate importance to the events of their lives being granted), but then it got a bit dark and somehow didnt have any lasting impact. They knock this guy the fuck out, put him on the bench, and then they go back to the hotel and Sally decides to put out on the first date after all. I guess poor decision making is a unisex problem.
karenq0506: More cohesive than the entry about the girl who was going deaf a few weeks back, but there are still some rough edges on this that could have benefited from a revision pass or two. Youve got typos like 100 a hundred pounds, schools soccer team, and describing the blandness of oatmeal as being like chewing granite doesnt work very well for what youre attempting to use it for. If she were eating something hard, like stale bread perhaps? Actually, Im having a great deal of difficulties in coming up with a simile to describe blandness of food that isnt in and of itself a reference to oatmeal. That stuff is pretty damned bland until you doctor it up quite a bit with additional ingredients. I genuinely did not see the end of this from the outset, and the ramifications of what the Curians did seems like some pretty heavy stuff. My understanding is that they decided that most of humanity was irredeemable and declared their intentions for war with the express purpose of driving humans to perform a draft so they could monitor it and decide which humans were worth saving? But their criteria for selection of what humans are worth saving would consist of how indifferent they were to the destruction of their planet and the vast majority of their species, so the survivors would all be
interesting people.
Cyan: I really hate the way you use words that I forgot I knew. Just makes my own regularly-used vocabulary seem insufficient, and then when I do stretch my verbal muscle, I come across as overwrought and bloviating. So jealous. But then you use terms like miles of prestige which seems like a very odd way to quantify prestige unless her family would literally be granted miles of land in recognition of her success, so I feel a little better. Anyway, I mostly liked this one, but felt that despite coming within half a dozen words of the limit, it was still a bit of a featherweight story. Youve got so much stuff thats crammed into those 1994 words, but you really only paint the barest sketch of the world in which it takes place and then only a slightly more detailed heist thats over almost as quickly as it began. I love heist stories, and if the one heist story that I wrote (of which I am not at all proud, but still think I came up with a pretty damn good sneaky scheme for it) taught me anything, its that they are damned hard to conceptualize. So kudos for coming up with something that could be conveyed succinctly, but I really wish that this had been a meatier piece, no one watches Oceans 1X movies to just watch a smash and grab and a mad dash for the door. The anti-moral at the end was great though, I loved that.
Ashes: Now I really want some chicken curry
Im going to assume that their leaving the stove on unattended except for a passed-out junkie in the bedroom down the hall while they retired to the other flat to watch some television did not result in the building burning down, or it would have been mentioned in the story itself. Heh heh. As always, you excel in nailing the dialogue between two people who know each other and provide a kind of a fly-on-the-wall observation of what actual conversations actually sound like in real life when theyre not there to move a plot along. Makes my own attempt at something similar this week seem pretty weaksauce in comparison, but thats what I get for trying to do something character-driven when my usual what-passes-for-my-forte is event-driven stories. Lots of ambient details that impart information despite a sparseness of words. Speaking of words, are tis and whilst used more frequently across the pond than they are in the US, or is it just a quirk of this particular narrators speech?
Votes:
1.) Cyan
2.) show me your skeleton
3.) TheLunarianFUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
ThLunarian.