PlutoIsHades wrote:
Time to edit before Wicki gets here! I'll just edit the prologue for now.
wolvesstar97 wrote:
He shrugged, and then grabbed a backpack off of his shelf and hurriedly shoved clothes into it. Wait a sec. If he'd just been assigned to such a crazy, scary job, wouldn't he be terrified?
Nice job! I think you did a good job with creating suspense where it's needed.
Good point on the fact that he would be scared.I'll add that in.
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I wrote a story once https://docs.google.com/document/d/1MeL … pAfvE/edit
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Here is an introduction. Tell me what you think.
Grey Matter
The Journal of Jason Grey
Author's note: I am aware that there are many people named “Jason Grey”. This is not meant to reflect any of them, and any similarities between this character and any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
Seven years. This is how long I have suffered, seeing and hearing things not present. Seven years of paranoia, of watching people explode into rivers of moonlight and then collapse into everything. Seven years of being kept far away from all others, kept in rooms with soft walls, though I have never wanted to hurt myself. Seven years of shame, of torment, of misery; this is what I have endured on my journey through life. And I can't endure much more. Hallucinations keep me awake, while pains and voices prevent sleep. I have slept no more than ten hours in the past week; it is getting worse. I do believe that my time is at an end; therefore, I have left this journal to retell the sad, sad story of Jason Grey, psychotic extraordinaire.
PLEASE give me criticism: I won't write much more until I know how I should improve my style; I want to keep the style even throughout the piece.
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Wickimen wrote:
wolvesstar97 wrote:
Ok, heres the link to the full version: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1rw2 … YiMhI/edit
You might want to use the word "surely" less. Just a tip
Ok!
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wmays wrote:
Here is an introduction. Tell me what you think.
Grey Matter
The Journal of Jason Grey
Author's note: I am aware that there are many people named “Jason Grey”. This is not meant to reflect any of them, and any similarities between this character and any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
Seven years. This is how long I have suffered, seeing and hearing things not present. Seven years of paranoia, of watching people explode into rivers of moonlight and then collapse into everything. Seven years of being kept far away from all others, kept in rooms with soft walls, though I have never wanted to hurt myself. Seven years of shame, of torment, of misery; this is what I have endured on my journey through life. And I can't endure much more. Hallucinations keep me awake, while pains and voices prevent sleep. I have slept no more than ten hours in the past week; it is getting worse. I do believe that my time is at an end; therefore, I have left this journal to retell the sad, sad story of Jason Grey, psychotic extraordinaire.PLEASE give me criticism: I won't write much more until I know how I should improve my style; I want to keep the style even throughout the piece.
I think it's really good! I think you would have no problem keeping at least me reading with your current writing style!
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Bump.
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Bumpity bumpity bump.
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Wicki, if you don't mind could you please edit my chapter five? It's on the previous page. Thanks.
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Five
Rufus woke that morning in the corner, where he'd fallen asleep. None of the soldiers was up and about yet. Good. Tossing aside the blanket, he stood up and stretched.
He closed his eyes and murmured, "Kimmy. Please, Kimmy. You can make it. Get to safety. Please." +1 to Rufus
A rustling noise brought him back to reality. The rat sleeping on Kimmy's bed yawned and stretched. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Get me water," he snapped at Rufus. Jerk
"Yes, sir." Rufus picked up an empty cup and hurried out to the stream, closing the bark behind him to keep in the heat.
But he didn't return. Five minutes passed. Edward, the leader of the group of rats, swung himself out of bed. "Where's that guy got to?" Annoyed, Edward went outside to check, and kick Rufus if need be.
His yells woke the other soldiers. "Rufus is escaping! Catch the runaway!"
YESSS! Get away Rufus!
Kimmy had been working for three or four days - she'd lost count. It was cold down there, and dark, and damp. The only light came from scraps of burning cloth attatched to the wall at spasmodic intervals. Good paragraph. Poor Kimmy D:
Each main tunnel had a holding pen for whatever slaves were working in that area at the time. A rat was left to guard each pen.
Kimmy lay in the corner. She shivered, her stomach crying for more food good personification, resting her head on an arm, trying to sleep. Her mind still churned. She had to escape, somehow. She had to back and help her dad. She had to get home, had to fix everything.
A middle-aged mouse stumbled to his feet. He grabbed at the bars, shouting bad things at the rat. The mouse shook with rage. He's gone insane, Kimmy thought, edging deeper into the corner.
For some reason, that didn't surprise her. Lol but depressing
Rufus warily approached the metal door set into the hillside. Just the sight of it made him go numb, but he had no choice. Somewhere inside there was Zamar. And Zamar must die.
Holding his rusted iron nail, he eventually managed to pick the lock. Creaking the door open, he was cold with fear as he stared into the dark. These are both good sentences, but with the same format it may flow better if you change one of the sentence structures, i.e., 'He eventually managed to pick the lock with his rusted iron nail'. Sweat from his paw ran onto the screw, but Rufus dried the paw on his shirt and gripped the screw tighter.
Rufus closed the door behind him and headed into the darkness.
Good job w/ the suspense! Possibly the best chapter yet
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Wickimen wrote:
Five
Rufus woke that morning in the corner, where he'd fallen asleep. None of the soldiers was up and about yet. Good. Tossing aside the blanket, he stood up and stretched.
He closed his eyes and murmured, "Kimmy. Please, Kimmy. You can make it. Get to safety. Please." +1 to Rufus
A rustling noise brought him back to reality. The rat sleeping on Kimmy's bed yawned and stretched. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Get me water," he snapped at Rufus. Jerk
"Yes, sir." Rufus picked up an empty cup and hurried out to the stream, closing the bark behind him to keep in the heat.
But he didn't return. Five minutes passed. Edward, the leader of the group of rats, swung himself out of bed. "Where's that guy got to?" Annoyed, Edward went outside to check, and kick Rufus if need be.
His yells woke the other soldiers. "Rufus is escaping! Catch the runaway!"
YESSS! Get away Rufus!
Kimmy had been working for three or four days - she'd lost count. It was cold down there, and dark, and damp. The only light came from scraps of burning cloth attatched to the wall at spasmodic intervals. Good paragraph. Poor Kimmy D:
Each main tunnel had a holding pen for whatever slaves were working in that area at the time. A rat was left to guard each pen.
Kimmy lay in the corner. She shivered, her stomach crying for more food good personification, resting her head on an arm, trying to sleep. Her mind still churned. She had to escape, somehow. She had to back and help her dad. She had to get home, had to fix everything.
A middle-aged mouse stumbled to his feet. He grabbed at the bars, shouting bad things at the rat. The mouse shook with rage. He's gone insane, Kimmy thought, edging deeper into the corner.
For some reason, that didn't surprise her. Lol but depressing
Rufus warily approached the metal door set into the hillside. Just the sight of it made him go numb, but he had no choice. Somewhere inside there was Zamar. And Zamar must die.
Holding his rusted iron nail, he eventually managed to pick the lock. Creaking the door open, he was cold with fear as he stared into the dark. These are both good sentences, but with the same format it may flow better if you change one of the sentence structures, i.e., 'He eventually managed to pick the lock with his rusted iron nail'. Sweat from his paw ran onto the screw, but Rufus dried the paw on his shirt and gripped the screw tighter.
Rufus closed the door behind him and headed into the darkness.
Good job w/ the suspense! Possibly the best chapter yet
Yay, thanks. I love hearing your opinions on my stories because I feel like you have good judgement on writing, and you're honest.
Do you want to be a published author when you grow up? I do.
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Wickimen wrote:
Yes^^
Possibly before I grow up
Though that would be difficult
Agreed. I almost got my work published in a kid's art and writing magazine but then I didn't make the cut at the last minute.
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Whoa, I'm going to get something published in a kids' art and writing magazine next issue, is it the same one?
I am secretly hoping they actually don't put it up though, because I really hate it
My goal is to get a novel published before I'm 14, or at least before I'm 18
Originally I said before I was 13, but now that's under a month away, so yeah
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Wickimen wrote:
^^
Whoa, I'm going to get something published in a kids' art and writing magazine next issue, is it the same one?
I am secretly hoping they actually don't put it up though, because I really hate it
My goal is to get a novel published before I'm 14, or at least before I'm 18
Originally I said before I was 13, but now that's under a month away, so yeah
The magazine I was trying for is Stone Soup.
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Wickimen wrote:
^^
Whoa, I'm going to get something published in a kids' art and writing magazine next issue, is it the same one?
I am secretly hoping they actually don't put it up though, because I really hate it
My goal is to get a novel published before I'm 14, or at least before I'm 18
Originally I said before I was 13, but now that's under a month away, so yeah
My novel will be finished probably before I'm 13. Its a long ways to December (aaaah I'm turning 13 this yearrrrrr aaaaaah)
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Okay guys. I have a poem and I need feedback!
young boy looks up in the sky young boy says a sigh no stars tonight the city blocks the light of parents above the celestial doves the beauty of the skies cannot bleed its white beads in the sky and up high there's more it's not a bore galaxies dance and prance across the infinite black sea little stars tinier than a pea galaxies the size of crumbs its not dumb its space mercury, venus, earth and mars jupiter, saturn, uranus, neptune and stars the teaching stops there that's an ugly affair there's more to see which causes glee a black hole ravenously feasts on a star a supergiant explodes as if bizarre bubbles of gamma-rays gigantic and cute this is only some of the universe's fruit imagine a world with pink oceans and red lands how about another home to only green sands or maybe a frigid small world full of ice perhaps there's a hot gas giant that isn't nice as it closely orbits its parent the errant occurs as the child evaporates under the power of the mother glower a rainbow-colored cloud packed and proud used for the birth of numerous stars; there's no dearth of fuel of the stars, so they can grow and become almighty,
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undefeatedgames wrote:
Okay guys. I have a poem and I need feedback!
Code:
young boy looks up in the sky young boy says a sigh no stars tonight the city blocks the light of parents above the celestial doves the beauty of the skies cannot bleed its white beads in the sky and up high there's more it's not a bore galaxies dance and prance across the infinite black sea little stars tinier than a pea galaxies the size of crumbs its not dumb its space mercury, venus, earth and mars jupiter, saturn, uranus, neptune and stars the teaching stops there that's an ugly affair there's more to see which causes glee a black hole ravenously feasts on a star a supergiant explodes as if bizarre bubbles of gamma-rays gigantic and cute this is only some of the universe's fruit imagine a world with pink oceans and red lands how about another home to only green sands or maybe a frigid small world full of ice perhaps there's a hot gas giant that isn't nice as it closely orbits its parent the errant occurs as the child evaporates under the power of the mother glower a rainbow-colored cloud packed and proud used for the birth of numerous stars; there's no dearth of fuel of the stars, so they can grow and become almighty,
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undefeatedgames wrote:
Okay guys. I have a poem and I need feedback!
Code:
young boy looks up in the sky young boy says a sigh no stars tonight the city blocks the light of parents above the celestial doves the beauty of the skies cannot bleed its white beads in the sky and up high there's more it's not a bore galaxies dance and prance across the infinite black sea little stars tinier than a pea galaxies the size of crumbs its not dumb its space mercury, venus, earth and mars jupiter, saturn, uranus, neptune and stars the teaching stops there that's an ugly affair there's more to see which causes glee a black hole ravenously feasts on a star a supergiant explodes as if bizarre bubbles of gamma-rays gigantic and cute this is only some of the universe's fruit imagine a world with pink oceans and red lands how about another home to only green sands or maybe a frigid small world full of ice perhaps there's a hot gas giant that isn't nice as it closely orbits its parent the errant occurs as the child evaporates under the power of the mother glower a rainbow-colored cloud packed and proud used for the birth of numerous stars; there's no dearth of fuel of the stars, so they can grow and become almighty,
I think it's good! The only thing I would change is this: sometimes it seems like you put in things that disrupt the flow of the poem or sound more informal just because it was the only rhyming line you could think of. (There's more, it's not a bore.)
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PlutoIsHades wrote:
Wickimen wrote:
^^
Whoa, I'm going to get something published in a kids' art and writing magazine next issue, is it the same one?
I am secretly hoping they actually don't put it up though, because I really hate it
My goal is to get a novel published before I'm 14, or at least before I'm 18
Originally I said before I was 13, but now that's under a month away, so yeahThe magazine I was trying for is Stone Soup.
...Do you have a subscription
If so don't read mine ._.
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Wickimen wrote:
PlutoIsHades wrote:
Wickimen wrote:
^^
Whoa, I'm going to get something published in a kids' art and writing magazine next issue, is it the same one?
I am secretly hoping they actually don't put it up though, because I really hate it
My goal is to get a novel published before I'm 14, or at least before I'm 18
Originally I said before I was 13, but now that's under a month away, so yeahThe magazine I was trying for is Stone Soup.
...Do you have a subscription
If so don't read mine ._.
Subscription to Stone Soup? Yeah, I do.
Please tell me which is your story? (I won't tell your name or anything on here) And I'm pretty darn sure I've written worse than your story.
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PlutoIsHades wrote:
Wickimen wrote:
PlutoIsHades wrote:
The magazine I was trying for is Stone Soup....Do you have a subscription
If so don't read mine ._.Subscription to Stone Soup? Yeah, I do.
Please tell me which is your story? (I won't tell your name or anything on here) And I'm pretty darn sure I've written worse than your story.
That would be hard to imagine...
When the next issue comes out, guess
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Wickimen wrote:
PlutoIsHades wrote:
Wickimen wrote:
...Do you have a subscription
If so don't read mine ._.Subscription to Stone Soup? Yeah, I do.
Please tell me which is your story? (I won't tell your name or anything on here) And I'm pretty darn sure I've written worse than your story.That would be hard to imagine...
When the next issue comes out, guess
Okay. From what you've said in the past, I know you live somewhere on the West Coast.
My sister, PeaceLoveArt, is trying to get her artwork into Stone Soup.
What's your favorite story you've seen in SS? Mine would have to be the Cheetah one, where the cheetah is trying to get free from a zoo.
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Wickimen wrote:
PlutoIsHades wrote:
Wickimen wrote:
...Do you have a subscription
If so don't read mine ._.Subscription to Stone Soup? Yeah, I do.
Please tell me which is your story? (I won't tell your name or anything on here) And I'm pretty darn sure I've written worse than your story.That would be hard to imagine...
When the next issue comes out, guess
Don't worry, if your writing is better than mine,which I would bet a ton on, your fine. I got a 540 on writing for the SAT (and, i'm only 13 )
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