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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 10:44 am
Hii! -waves- This is a story that I made. The intro is somewhat small, so bear with me. The first chapter is something worth reading. :3 {(...i hope)} Rated PG-13; -Violence -Suggestive Material AND... -Language
xDD Jeez. Please criticize and help an amateur. whee Here's the prolouge! ~
The dining hall was dim, cold, and tense. The crystal chandelier from above had a thin layer of dust lining the rim of each crystal. At times, the dust would trickle off, and land on the monstrous, 12-foot-long oak table, the host to a fancily decorated cloth, and three silver-accented taper candles.
Two shaded figures sat amongst the table, in front of them stood two semi filled wine glasses, filled with a gleaming crimson liquid.
The first was sitting at the very end of the table, gazing out into the pitch-black horizon. His messy silver hair ended at his ears, it had a sophisticated messy aura to it. He ran a pale-fingered hand through his hair, frustration bubbled in his sigh.
His name was Prince Xavier Adage, the soon-to-be ruler of the Vampirism country, Ashland. In front of him was a mess of forms, addresses, papers, and etc. In his other hand, sat a clutched pencil. Probably broken more than twenty times in the past two hours was a No. 2 pencil. Xavier outstretched his hand, scribbling some numbers onto one of the many sheets of paper.
Next to him sat the middle-aged King, Damien Adage. His graying hair was also messy, as he stroked his chin, lost in thought. He took a sip from his glass, setting it back down once more as he rubbed his temples with two fingers.
Prince Xavier was prepared for this. As a 14-year-old, in three years he would take over as King, and his parents highly encouraged him to participate in frustrating paper work with his father.
Xavier smiled. A plan that could save the Vampires, and dominate the Humans was just thought. He leaned over next to his father.
“Hey, father?”
“Yes, Xavier?” King Damien replied, not even bothering to glance up from his paperwork to meet Xavier’s eyes.
“I think I have a solution to this war.”
King Damien looked up now, hope in his eyes.
“Well…first…” Xavier started to explain his plan that would end the war.
…and the vampires would win.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 10:45 am
The First Chapter; Hallucinations ~
Darkness circled me, and I was encased in silence. Fear circled my body, dread rushing through my system. I glanced through the darkness, praying to find something other than black. This, by coincidence, happened to be one out of two of my favorite colors. I simply forgot my other favorite color, lime green, and returned to the situation I was plastered in. I stood there, in complete silence and darkness. I started to sob. I had no idea where I was, no idea where I was going. I started to walk, tears flowing down my cheeks. I ran faster, as well as sobbed harder. My foot slipped, and I was sent tumbling to the dark ground. I skidded on the ground, tears staining my eyes and cheeks. I sobbed, shaking intensely on cold ground, clutching a miniscule, dark green pillow. I opened my bloodshot eyes; miniscule strands of shining, light silver were circling me gracefully. Where the hell was I, what the hell was this? I stood up, sniffing heavily as I wiped a few tears from my eyelids. I gasped, as the silver strands became thicker and thicker, and purple added to the mix. Silver and purple spun around me. The floor illuminated, as if glow-in-the-dark planks of wood. I still couldn’t see further than two meters away from where I was standing, but this was better than complete darkness. I shivered, as a draft cutting through my red pajamas. The silver and purple disappeared, but a mini strand of light blue continued. It randomly cut off, flowing like a dragon around my body. The strand continued, swirling around and twisting like a free-spirited ribbon. I gazed at the ribbon-like thing, curiosity getting the better of me. I walked towards the strand, in my quest to find out what it was. I ran, until I no longer found ground. I tumbled, falling through darkness uselessly. I hit ground…
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I was lying in the middle of a long, elegant hallway. The walls were painted a light maroon, but I could barely see for there were no windows. Below me, I laid on a soft, handmade rug. My hand was lying on a small patch of intricately decorated flowers. My feet were slightly sore, and my head was thumping loudly, as though my brain was trying to burst out of my skull somehow. I fluttered my icy blue eyes, my long eyelashes fluttering also as I struggled up, sitting in an upright position. My legs were outstretched in front of me, and my arms were playing with my shoulder-length chestnut brown hair. My fingers attempted to remove the knots and tangles overpowering the slightly wavy volume. I stood up, spinning my torso so I could crack my back, and stretching my arms out. I began walking down the hallway, with pictures and mirrors and tapestries lining the walls. The light was very dim, for only a couple taper candles were lit on either side of the tremendous hallway. I stopped at the end of the Hallway, standing in front of a large, ten-foot-tall double oak door. On a small, silver plaque was engraved:
Princess Vanessa Herons
I twisted the bronze handle, and walked inside. A cold brush of air swept through me with ease. I shivered, glancing around at my room to keep sure everything was normal. My room was a large, octagonal shape; my king-sized circular bed was in the center and pushed against the wall. On the left, beside a tall window covered in light tan blinds, was my large and dark brown desk. Atop the desk were my silver Apple laptop, my scanner/printer, and several notebooks. Also, inside several drawers were assorted notebooks, pencils, sketch books, and other utensils. To my right were two doors. Both standing at about eight-feet high led to two different rooms; my marble bathroom, and my walk-in closet. The walls were painted light maroon. Under my feet was an off-white carpet. I yawned loudly, about to move my foot up so I could walk toward my bathroom. I stopped though, and froze. ”Are you ready in position?” I took a breath, straining my ears as to listen better. I bit my lip, letting my foot fall to the ground from the air as quietly as I could muster. That voice was not from my head. I let the air from my lungs escape. Somebody was in my room…at night. It scared me half to death. My guards were no where to be seen. All I really wanted to know was how the hell these…people got into my room. I lived in a castle, for gods’ sake! I really needed to fix that sleepwalking problem. “Position A covered, Sector 3 on her way. Quadrant 2B set, and Position F is ready. All positions filled.” I trembled. ”Good.” Ignoring the voices, I attempted to convince myself that they were just all in my head. Damn horror movies…I watch too many. I slowly stepped to the bathroom, walking in and immediately flipping the light switch. The light illuminated, and I shut the door, my breath steadying ever so slightly. I turned to the large mirror standing above the dark grey marble counter. I saw my reflection; a short, curvy, girl with fair skin. Shoulder-length highlighted chestnut brown hair with continuous waves. Long fingers, and long toes that are attached to size ten feet. I took another breath, leaning my body against the counter and closing my eyes just for a moment. I was just hallucinating. I was just hallucinating. I opened my eyes, snatching a tinted green glass from beside the sink and filling it with cold water. I sipped, making sure not to make too many noises so I could hear my ‘’hallucinations’’. After ten minutes or so, I finally somewhat convinced myself, and set down the glass. I slowly set down my glass, my fingers skimming the cool marble counter before I pulled my hand up, and set it on the doorknob. Two fists clenched my left arm, squeezing tightly. I almost squealed. Another pair of fists snatched my right, the four fists stretching my arms behind my back so I couldn’t make a move. Another fist clamped shut over my mouth, the skin was cold as it held tightly to my cheeks and lips. I screamed from instinct, but outside my body…it barely made a sound. Beside my bed, the blinds were shifting slightly. The window was slightly open, letting out cold air into my heated room. That was the reason I felt the draft. I trembled as I stood there, not moving a muscle. Not just because I was terrified, but also because I couldn’t. I started yelling out insults, swearing like a sailor at the unknown kidnappers. Muffles came out from behind the hand. The room wasn’t too much louder than the hallway was. Nobody would suspect anything was going on. A pale, blank figure stepped toward me. It stepped toward me slowly, making every step count. My heartbeat and her footsteps confused my ears. Her footsteps were slower, and my heartbeats were racing. It stepped up to me, and I noticed a face. The room was dark, and my vision was slightly blurry. Her facial features were sharp, almost perfect in a horrific sort of way. She was extremely pale, from her head to her feet. She stepped closer to me, placing her head mere inches from mine. She has gorgeous amethyst eyes, glaring into my own icy blue eyes. She had a very unnoticeable pink tint to her cheeks, and had full, red lips. “Stop screaming.” She whispered, with a sharp command cutting through it. Almost unwillingly, I stopped. My arms and legs were cramping from the tight hands restraining me. “Good.” She smirked, and I whimpered. “Now, Princess Vanessa…you will come with us. You will not utter a single word. No screaming, no yelping. We will have no hesitations in killing you.” Her voice was graceful and powerful at the same time. I felt weak, even though I had a black belt in Tae Kwan Doe. I just stood there, powerless and useless against this…creature. She stepped back, looking at a companion. “Get the rope and duct tape. Let Vince know we’ve got her.” She ordered him, and he vanished in the blink of an eye. I was utterly confused. He reappeared in seconds, a bundle of thick rope in one hand, and a roll of grey duct tape in another. I squirmed, trying to break free. “Hurry up, Connor! They aren’t going to wait all day while you goof around!” The woman ordered again, obviously a superior to the other. Connor walked toward me. He looked to be about 18 or 19. He had silky dirty blonde hair; it ended to about his chin, messy and thick. He looked at me with fierce emerald eyes. He stood behind me, so I couldn’t see any more. I felt his hand clutch onto my right arm, but not as tightly. The other fists receded on their grasp so Connor could tie them with the rope. I took the opportunity I had and pulled out my arm. I swung to my left, aiming for the other creature that was holding my left arm. I shut my eyes tightly, not wanting to see where my arm would land. I felt something hard, and…pain. Wait a moment…why was I the one in pain? I opened my eyes. The man holding my left arm had let go one of his hands, and was now holding my arm. I bit my lip, and swung my leg at him as powerfully as I could. He let go of my arm as he caught my leg. I took a chance. I lifted up my other leg, and swung it at him also. This was my last chance, and I hoped I didn’t screw it up. I didn’t know why none other of his companions weren’t trying to help him. Probably because they knew I wasn’t a threat. I was flipped upside down, and my head brushed the bottom of the floor. My stomach turned inside out with incredible amounts of nausea. He stopped my other leg with his arm…somehow. I was hanging in mid-air. I felt his hands let go of me, and I was sent tumbling down to the ground, landing head first on carpeted wood floor. I groaned in annoyance and pain, not daring to move a muscle, as I laid face-first into the carpet, my arms hung limp by my sides. Just when I thought the pain was over, I felt about 130 pounds of weight on my back. Connor sat on my lower back, and I heard a quiet chuckle from him. I could tell a smirk was cemented on Connor’s face. I let out a scowl, my wrists being scraped by the rope. Once Connor was entirely satisfied, his weight disappeared off my back. I was pulled up by the back of the collar on my shirt and was stood up, and the moment I was on my feet, duct tape was pulled over my lush red lips. There goes the seven years of training in Karate. Connor smirked, and I felt one hand grasp my left arm, and one hand grasp my right. I looked ahead, and noticed the woman was talking to me once again. “Don’t mess with us. We are much, much more powerful than you…humans think.”
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 5:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 5:45 pm
Ooh, darling, don't despair. People in this guild tend only to post their own material and not read others'; however! I'll be reading yours shortly and give my opinion. Just had to post this nice und quickly, ja.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 6:16 pm
OUch, my computer shows the letters as UBER small!! crying Okay!! Miki shall help you! Keep in mind that I'm not judging or anything. I want to become an editor and all, so I like pointing out certain parts that, while okay, could be much better. Ahem. For parts prologue -- ch. 1, part 1 Quote: two semi filled wine glasses, filled with a gleaming crimson liquid. Using "filled" twice in the same sentence makes it kind of redundant. Try instead something like, "two semi-filled glasses, brimming with a gleaming crimsom liquid." Quote: His messy silver hair ended at his ears, it had a sophisticated messy aura to it. at a ; instead of a comma Quote: Xavier outstretched his hand, scribbling some numbers onto one of the many sheets of paper. “I think I have a solution to this war.” King Damien looked up now, hope in his eyes. “Well…first…” Xavier started to explain his plan that would end the war. …and the vampires would win. Cool, cool, coolio. But you need some filler in between. You need words like, "he was bursting with excited anxiety to reveal his plan to his father. It was perfect...etc." Otherwise, the middle means nothing. The end, though, is perfect. Quote: Fear circled my body, dread rushing through my system... change rushing to rushedQuote: This, by coincidence, happened to be one out of two of my favorite colors. ...I simply forgot my other favorite color, lime green... No offense, but what relevence does this have to anything? It seems really odd to hear becuase it's just thrown out there all of the sudden. Try something like. "This black, no matter how he loved the color, offered no comfort to him. Instead, it seemed hollow and empty, full of dark things." Or something. Quote: I simply forgot my other favorite color, lime green, and returned to the situation I was plastered in. I stood there, in complete silence and darkness. I started to sob. I had no idea where I was, no idea where I was going. I started to walk, tears flowing down my cheeks. I ran faster, as well as sobbed harder. My foot slipped, and I was sent tumbling to the dark ground. I skidded on the ground, tears staining my eyes and cheeks. I sobbed, shaking intensely on cold ground, clutching a miniscule, dark green pillow. I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I. That's how many I's I counted in that paragraph alone. Try to not use that word sooo much, especially at the beginning of sentences. Every once and a while is fine, but not at every sentence opener. You could try using a verb+ing first. Example, "Scrambling up the hillside, I gasped and trembled inhaling breath that refused to reach my lungs." I's in the middle of the sentences are just peachy. Not so all the time in the beginning. Also, you are using a lot of passive verbs. Try mixing it up a little bit like instead of "My foot slipped, and I was sent tumbling to the dark ground." You can say, "My foot slipped, and I tumbled to the dark ground." Quote: It randomly cut off, flowing like a dragon around my body. What randomly cut off? How is it flowing? Why does it look like a dragon? The idea of this sentence is good, but the word choice and organization is not. Ex. "All at once the lights ended, and instead cast their muticolored glow across my body, winding like a serpent around arms, legs, and feet. A thin trickle of light, yet so startling to see." I've got to go to eat dinner right now, be back soon. Remember, I'm not trying to cut you down or anything. I really like this story so far. It sounds super cool, but I just want to help you with what I'm good at: grammar and sentence structure. I'm not trying to be hard on you at all!! This sounds awesome so far. Can't wait to finish reading it!! biggrin
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 8:03 pm
My, we're quite the writer. I like this story very much! A very enjoyable read; a rather nice sojourn from what I usually read, nowadays. heart
Since you've asked for someone to criticise your work, I will; however, keep in mind that anything I write can easily be ignored! You already are quite talented and easily able to keep the reader's attention. Remember, first and foremost, to be true to your own style (for it is beautiful) and your own opinion on wording. Feel free to tell me to stuff my opinions. 3nodding
As a note, this turned out much longer than I anticipated. Damn to rambling. Erm. I encourage you to skip it all; I post because I said I would. *coughs*
As to the prologue: In the second paragraph, you've written that the two shaded figures sat "amongst" the table. It implies that one is surrounded (for example, lying amongst the grasses); just something to bear in mind. There's nothing wrong with saying they're seated -at- the table.
In the fourth paragraph, you've written, "In his other hand, sat a clutched pencil." The comma there is unnecessary, even if one intends to pause when reading this aloud; it's a complete thought. Also, the word 'clutched' seems a bit off; the verb 'sat' seems to indicate that the pencil was there resting, while clutched contradicts such. You might want to get rid of 'sat' and just go with 'clutched'; as in, "His other hand clutched a battered pencil," or something of the like.
As to the first chapter: I love first person perspective (my random note) Just watch how often you use "I", like the Miki said.
First paragraph! "I glanced through the darkness..." Keep in mind that a glance is a very brief sort of look, not at all searching. It's quick and disinterested--or, too, it could be one of those furtive little looks you give someone when you don't want them to see. Und then...moving onto the next few paragraphs: it seems a little irrelevant to me to state the character's favourite colours at such a time--but only because you're in first person. Such means that you're writing down what the character is observing and thinking; I don't think anyone would have the presence of mind to, whilst crying, observe that black was one of their favourite colours--especially when the dark is scaring them.
Being too lazy to count paragraphs now, I quote: "I stood up, sniffing heavily as I wiped a few tears from my eyelids. I gasped, as the silver strands became thicker and thicker, and purple added to the mix." The first comma is unneeded. [Running out of caffeine, now--apologies for any abruptness.] "The floor illuminated, as if glow-in-the-dark planks of wood." Here you're going to change something for grammar's sake; otherwise one's left wondering, '...Glow in the dark planks of wood are doing what, now?' Try saying something like "as if it were comprised of glow-in-the-dark planks of wood," or something along those lines.
"I shivered, as a draft cutting through my red pajamas." The comma is unneeded again, my dear. Also, your word ought to be 'cut' instead of 'cutting'.
"I ran, until I no longer found ground." Comma, bad!
"Below me, I laid on a soft, handmade rug." First, you -lay- on the rug, not laid on it. Laid is when you're setting something else down. That the rug would be below the character is an unnecessary detail; unless we're in Alice in Wonderland's rabbit hole, lying on something means we're on top of it. Either leave out that you're laying on it (i.e., Beneath me was a soft, handmade rug.) or leave out that it's beneath you (i.e., I lay on a soft, handmade rug.).
"I fluttered my icy blue eyes, my long eyelashes fluttering also as I struggled up, sitting in an upright position." Again, liebling--First person means your character is narrator. When you think, do you notice the striking hue of your eyes or those gorgeous lashes you happen to posses? Nein. Perhaps wait to describe her when she gets in front of the mirror, later on. I'll continue with this idea in some other sentences: "My legs were outstretched in front of me, and my arms were playing with my shoulder-length chestnut brown hair. My fingers attempted to remove the knots and tangles overpowering the slightly wavy volume." In this situation a character could very likely noticing her hair to this degree unless she was very vain.
"I stood up, spinning my torso so I could crack my back, and stretching my arms out." It ought to be "stretched my arms out" unless you accidentally forgot to continue your sentence.
"I slowly stepped to the bathroom, walking in and immediately flipping the light switch." Walked in; watch your tenses.
I sipped, making sure not to make too many noises so I could hear my ‘’hallucinations’’. Period, inside quotations.
"A pale, blank figure stepped toward me. It stepped toward me slowly, making every step count. My heartbeat and her footsteps confused my ears. Her footsteps were slower, and my heartbeats were racing. It stepped up to me, and I noticed a face." In these sentences, watch your pronouns. If it's a blank figure you don't know its gender; yet it started out a she, switched a moment back to it, then again was a she.
"She has gorgeous amethyst eyes, glaring into my own icy blue eyes." Had.
...Connor is sexy. *coughs*
"I groaned in annoyance and pain, not daring to move a muscle, as I laid face-first into the carpet, my arms hung limp by my sides." The second comma is not needed; and, too, it's 'lay,' not laid. You also need a semicolon betwixt 'carpet' and 'my arms'.
"I was pulled up by the back of the collar on my shirt and was stood up, and the moment I was on my feet, duct tape was pulled over my lush red lips." Darling, there goes that vanity bit again with the lush red lips.
Finally I'm through, and please don't be discouraged by any of my comments. You're wonderful, and I'm honest in that. You're very imaginative. However, after having one very picky English professor and now writing three or four essays a week (alongside 'fun' writing), being a grammar-Nazi is hard to avoid. Forgiveness. sad
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 4:36 pm
Lol, I'm not in college yet, but I am the same grammar-Nazi to my friends when they write. They hardly ask me to print things for them any more because it's always returned strikingly different than when it was sent. wink
My warning to you, Mel0deis, is to watch for those things she and I pointed out. While writing, it's extremely easy to start saying "I" all the time, and change tenses. Watch out!! When you reread it and your section starts sounding a little redundant, change a few things. Sometimes it takes changing the whole sentence in order to restore the proper flow from word to word again. Sometimes is takes far more work. Don't be reluctant to change things entirely every once and a while. Sometimes I write a paragraph that I just love, just to here that it doesn't make sense by somebody else. I'll try to retain the same information but word it differently. The outcome usually goes beyond what my original idea had been.
Good luck in your story, it sounds interesting and attention-getting so far!
~~Miki
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 4:51 pm
*3*
Yes! Please! PLEASE RAMBLE! I've been begging for criticism. On here, on DeviantART and even on Quizilla. xDD
I LOVE YOU ALL. YOU ARE SO AMAZING. -glomps Miki and Tai- {(heehee. awesome nickname. i love Thai food. =D)}
Thank you so much for the critique. I really needed it.
The tenses sometimes confuse me, so I getting messed up when writing and I get confused. But thank you lots!
And I honestly can't thank you enough. {(yes, i am freaking out about it. xD)} You two are great - and don't worry about being grammar Nazis. I don't really know what else to say except thanks. =]
I'll get bettur! And and and and I don't know what else! whee Thanks for the millionth+ time! Heehee.
-mel
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 4:58 pm
xd lol, you're welcome, you're welcome. It's fun helping, but I think that tai *is angry because that's the name one of my characters >=O* did most of the helping.
You know, you are really good. You should join a role-playing forum. *is totally trying to sell you something* lol, we need all the new people - and talent - we can get. 4laugh
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 5:46 pm
I'm absolutely in love with the way that you receive critiques. Most kind of shrug and mutter something about 'My way was better...' heart heart You, my dear, are awesome. I'm glad we could be of some help to you.
Random, likely uninteresting fact for the day: Taibhrigh [Tie-vree] is an Irish verb; to dream. I find I like Tai very much, though! whee
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 2:13 pm
Heehee. I'm just so uber glad that somebody gave me some criticism. I want to be a writer once I get older, so, I needed all the help I could've got.
And thank you! =] My friends say I'm good, and that my stories are awesome, but I kind of wanted some more critique-ness. Heehee. whee
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 7:26 am
lol, me too. I really want to be an author when I'm older because writing isn't just a hobby to me, it's a passion. And you do take criticism really well~! *gives a cookie* 4laugh My friends used to hate it when I help them out, but some of them are beginning to like it. Lol, I think that it gives them better grades in English... sweatdrop I just hope that they are learning also. But anyway, You do write really well, and with some refining you could make it totally awesome!
~~See your name on the book shelves! heart
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 10:03 am
Awhhhh.
That last sentence gave me warm fuzzies inside. whee
I do take criticism well, unless I'm joking and pretend to be sad. xD
Writing is like some obsession of mine. I'm always writing during class, and my English teacher is very supportive. She signed me up for Honors English next year before we were even working on our schedules. =] But you two are my saviors. And I'll be sure to see yours also. heart
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