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mercury_viola_rhapsody Lotus Crystal
Posts : 2124 Join date : 2013-05-11 Age : 24
| Subject: [Critique Request] Comparisons 12th January 2014, 1:05 pm | |
| I'm just wondering how I can improve my writing. (both original and fanfic) Some samples: - Poetry. :
The world is a stage, and we must play our parts.
1. innocence:
you can’t die if you haven’t lived.
similarly, it’s impossible to have tragedy without innocence.
there must have been a time, even a once upon a time
when you were happy.
2. triggers:
there’s always something brewing, even if you can’t see it.
happiness masks cracks in your life.
you may not see the day the gun goes off, but eventually, you’ll know.
3. mirrors:
you won’t notice at first that the gun’s gone off.
people are avoiding you, but it’s just a temporary thing, right?
the mirrors lie.
they entrap you in a labyrinth of lies; reflecting your thoughts back at you.
but they only wanted to save you.
4. time bomb:
once you realize the lies, it’s only a matter of time before you die.
why? you ask, locking yourself away, why me?
every question pushes you further down the rabbit-hole.
the queen is waiting for your demise.
5. reflection:
contrary to popular belief, most depressed people don’t want to die at first.
that happens after they crack.
the tornado has passed, the shooting is over.
and you’ve left a pile of dead bodies in your wake.
the queen would be proud.
6. death:
logically, you have to die.
if you suddenly disappeared off the face of the earth this instant, you wouldn't kill anyone else.
and besides, no one would care, right?
there are those who emerge into your shadows, but they don’t know.
no one does.
rinse, wash, repeat.
7. phoenix:
the end goes one of two ways.
you either die, or be saved.
death or rebirth.
make your choice.
do you wish to die?
yes. no. maybe. i don’t know.
it’s a game of russian roulette with your life.
- This story I wrote for a friend:
Where am I?
He opens his eyes and stands up. His glasses have fallen off while he was lying down, and as he puts them on, the world clears.
The octagonal room is covered in mirrors. Every surface he can see reflects his face back at him, except for one wall with a small clock.
And there is the violin.
The clock strikes twelve. Instantly, the walls change to flames.
No! he thinks, but that’s all he can say before the memories engulf him.
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The house is on fire. The flames eat at away at every surface with the force of a tornado. And then there is his younger self, running through the maze with the first thing he grabbed.
It’s always the violin.
The mirrors change to the face of a girl.
His sister.
The one thing he left behind.
“No!! Mary!!! I’m coming!!!” both his past and present self scream. He tries to reach her, but the wall of flames grows too large, too hot, too painful. Eventually he collapses; his glasses falling off his face and the violin dropping with a loud thump onto the burning floor.
He should’ve died. But he didn’t. The violin didn’t die either.
His sister did.
If he had rushed downstairs without grabbing anything, she could’ve been saved.
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“Mary, Mary, please, I’m so sorry.” he pleads, as the walls fade back to reflections of his tortured face. “I could’ve saved you. I would’ve saved you”
I should’ve saved you.
Luckily, the theater of memories is on break for the next few hours, providing him a small reprieve from the rest of his life.
The clock chimes four.
In a sense, she was the first person I killed…
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The policeman stands in front of the school, which has been roped off with caution tape. A pile of cars lie in front of the bus loop like a statue. And inside one of those cars was a girl.
“We’re sorry your daughter was killed in this wreck, Mr. and Mrs. X.” he says, attempting to calm the grieving couple. The mother of the victim stops her stream of tears, looking up at the policeman with red eyes. “I know”, she says “She was a very bright little girl, and an extremely talented violinist...”
That was exactly why she died. Of course, he hadn’t known killing her was part of the equation, but she was the biggest obstacle in his plan towards perfection….
“Luckily, we were able to save everyone else from the wreck. They’re currently being treated at the….” another policeman says, before noticing the distraught parents and the sheer tactlessness of his statement.
The tears flow like melting ice on the first day after a storm.
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Why? he thinks, as the elevator falls further down the shaft. He hadn’t expected to feel so much sadness for his first victim. The other three had much more successful lives, were closer to him…
But maybe the fact that his first victim had her whole life ahead of her made it so much worse for him to see. Or maybe it was because he was still emotional from Mary’s death.
It’s six o’clock.
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Maria Isobe, renowned dancer, Renaissance woman, and recently wedded wife, was found dead in her front yard on her 24th birthday.
The cause was assumed to be suicide.
“She’s an amazing person, but she’s always suffered from low self-esteem and shyness.” her parents said.
“I thought she’d been fine after her major depressive bout when she was 12.” her sister said.
“Why?” her friends said.
It was because of him.
He’d recently found out that he could manipulate emotion. So he lured her into a world of pressure and criticism where all eyes were on her.
And the eyes were filled with hatred, malice, and envy.
It was almost too easy to get her to jump out the window.
A part of him felt guilty that the world was losing such a talented person. But what the world would gain as a result of her sacrifice had to make up for it, right?
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He expects the mirrors to turn off right now, but instead they fast forwards to October of the same year.
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Eight months later, Hanna Whitestone, popular novelist and activist, is found dead in her living room.
The cause is also assumed to be suicide.
The case is so similar to Maria’s that the police start to search for a killer. Meanwhile the news tries to find any parallel they can between the two dead women.
He killed them in almost the same way. Yet, in Hanna’s case, she loved life too much to ever let go of it. So he decide to lure her in with honey instead of vinegar.
Hanna’s sister had died of an incurable disease when she was in her teens. It was one of her main reasons for becoming a novelist-to give her sister the life she never had.
So he spun a vision of her with his notes and melodies, hoping to lure Hanna away from life with the one thing she loved more than living itself. After several months, she followed her into heaven.
The third sacrifice is complete.
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“No! Please no! I don’t want to see her die!”
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Who would’ve thought that his wife would be the fourth woman he needed to sacrifice?
He hadn’t expected to ever fall in love-but there was something about his old childhood friend that drew him in like a moth to a flame. For the first time after Mary’s death, he was truly happy.
Except for the fact that he needed to kill her to complete his plan for perfection.
He tried to rationalize the act-after all, she was just another necessary step in his dream, and besides, she wasn’t as accomplished as Maria and Hanna, nor a child like his first victim.
Or Mary.
He slips away from their bed one evening, glides downstairs, and grabs a bottle of pills.
Three tablets in her tea would kill her. And they dissolve instantly, so hopefully no one would suspect him, the new embodiment of violin music.
One. Two. Three.
They fall into the cup like raindrops.
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Suddenly, the mirrors stop torturing him.
Every face now has the words “Welcome to The Elevator. Destination: Hell” printed on its surface.
Except for the former location of the clock.
“Don’t you remember me?” the cat on its face says.
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“...it’s such a miracle that he’s alive, although he’ll probably be unable to use his right arm for the rest of his life” the nurse says to her companion.
It’s the day after the fire.
He doesn't consider it a miracle, when his sister is dead and he’s left unable to pursue his dream.
Why didn't I grab her, he thinks. I could’ve saved both of us.
And then the talking cat walks in.
“Is there anything you wish for?” it says.
He jumps about a foot and begins rubbing his eyes, hoping that this isn't a dream.
“You’re real, right?”
“Yes. But no one else here can see me” the cat says, as if it does this every day. “As I was saying, do you have anything you wish for?”
“I wish… for yesterday to have never happened and my sister to be alive!” he screams at the cat.
“Unfortunately, I am unable to interfere with time. Do you have anything more realistic to wish for?”
The words are a verbal slap in the face. Without Mary, all that he has left is a violin, which he is unable to play due to the fire, and even if he somehow regained his ability, he’d be quite horrible compared to everyone else.
“Wait, there is something else.” he says to the cat, who is beginning to walk out of his room “I wish to regain my ability to play the violin, no I wish to surpass my previous ability! I wish for perfection!”
“Hmmm… that could work, though it’d come at a high price. Who do you consider your greatest opponents?”
He rattles off a list of four girls. Originally, there was a fifth on the list, but he told the cat to remove her.
“Interesting…..”
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“So if you’re the cat from then, why are you in an elevator to hell?” he asks. Suddenly all the puzzle pieces fall into place.
“Unless… you’re…. Satan? But if I did sell my soul to you, why am I being punished? I achieved my goal!”
Except for the fact that I’m the final victim.
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He couldn't kill her.
As he slips back up the stairs with her teacup, he comes to realize that.
His original plan was to just drink the tea and commit suicide. But as he gets further up the stairs, he comes up with a much better plan.
There is a box of matches in the medicine cabinet. He grabs it and heads to his room. Next, he unzips his violin case. Then, he ignites the match. Finally, he drops the lit match on the violin.
Within minutes, everything is on fire.
Okay, sorry if the only stuff I found was really depressing.... Feedback needed! And also, I want some tips to write happy things. :bunnypokerface |
| | | Sailor Uranus Outer Senshi Admin Roleplay Director
Title : Oh, you mean you DON'T have an Elephabulous? Shame. Posts : 13368 Join date : 2011-09-15 Age : 35 Location : NE Texas
| Subject: Re: [Critique Request] Comparisons 15th January 2014, 1:58 pm | |
| What I like about your writing is that it's very straightforward and to-the-point; some of the words you choose are very emotional and it makes the reader want to keep reading, and in many of the things you write, it's perfect - like a scene out of a play or almost like a talking poem. However, at times readers might want to read a little more. They want to languish in the emotion, to see the scene, and while you're delivering a great script and stage directions, it can leave the reader a little disoriented when scenes change quickly. My suggestion would be to stop and smell the roses you're writing. =) Craft in a few descriptions of the scene, of the people, of their emotions - just fill 'er up!
But again, especially for the pieces here, you have a great writing style with powerful phrases and direct language. XD You just might want to add a little stuffing to the strong bones!
As for writing happy things, I, too, may occasionally suffer from such a disorder :bunnypokerface XD In fact, it took one of the GC writing contests to actually make me write a happy short for a change! My suggestion is to listen to some upbeat music, think of a happy scene (even one you have experienced or seen before elsewhere) and try to write it out. Try describing the emotion, hint at it in the descriptions, the word choices, and take your time. It's actually a good exercise to sit down and write something that attempts to make the reader feel what you're feeling. Write a few paragraphs that make people feel bored. Write a few that make people feel like they're loved. A lot of the time word choice sets the tone of a piece, and you're pretty good with word choices. ^^
Hope this helped! |
| | | sailor swifty Lotus Crystal
Title : Space Princess Posts : 3200 Join date : 2012-07-25 Age : 34 Location : Arendelle
| Subject: Re: [Critique Request] Comparisons 15th January 2014, 2:53 pm | |
| I just end up writing happy things, I'm not good at writing sad stuff. |
| | | mercury_viola_rhapsody Lotus Crystal
Posts : 2124 Join date : 2013-05-11 Age : 24
| Subject: Re: [Critique Request] Comparisons 16th January 2014, 6:57 am | |
| Thanks Kyra! I feel that my writing style is the opposite of what it was 2-3 years ago, as it used to be really descriptive.... And one other thing: how good am I at characterizing the SM characters? - Death of The Lady (sorry Hikari):
1. Mamoru.
I killed her.
I should've been her protector and savior. Instead she was mine.
During the war, she told me not to fight. She'd be alright, she said, and we'd have cake afterwards and waltz and talk about cats.
And then she blew herself up to end the war against Chaos.
I wanted to save her at that moment, become her knight in shining armor, sacrifice myself for her... our crystals are equal in power, after all.
The queen is dead.
And so am I.
I let her die.
2. Hotaru.
I killed her.
I could've ended the world at any time during the war and banished Chaos.
But I was selfish. I didn't want to die and be reborn yet again. I wanted a future with my mothers, the princess, her lover, and her army.
And I gave into my desires and killed the queen.
Sometimes, I wish I was still the girl who wasn't human, wasn't loved, and was going to be murdered.
It would've made my duty so much easier.
3. Minako.
I killed her.
Normally during a war, we'd switch places.
But she didn't want me to die in her place this time.
If I'd even attempted to convince her, she would've been alive. I'd die as Serenity any day for her.
I should've been the one... who blew herself up to save everyone.
It's my duty.
And I failed spectacularly.
4. Haruka.
I killed her.
Throughout the years, I'd become perfectly content with the idea of throwing my life away for Michiru or Serenity.
They never knew about my plans to use my life as a bargaining chip.
Of the two of them, I saved one.
At the same time, the other one blew herself up.
In my war between love and duty, I chose love.
And lost.
5. Makoto.
I killed her.
I'd been firing attacks at Chaos nonstop ever since the fight began.
My plan was to weaken him. Make him focus on me.
Unfortunately, this caused me to fall unconscious partway through the battle.
When I woke up, he was gone. The kingdom was saved. And Usagi was dead. If I'd been just a little stronger, I could've saved her.
6. Setsuna.
I killed her.
Chaos' invasion was inevitable years before it actually happened.
If I told them what I saw at the Time Door that day, we'd all be stronger.
No one would have to die.
Instead, I kept it a secret all those years, caused a war, and killed the queen.
7. Ami.
I killed her.
Setsuna told me about the war all those years ago.
Logically, my mind started looking for a way to stop it.
If I killed myself, then there'd be a lower concentration of power on this planet.
And eliminating your weakest fighter would probably be the best thing to do. And Setsuna and I both fill the role of strategist...
And then Usagi saved my life. Again.
What she didn't know was that in exchange for saving me, she'd set herself onto the path that would lead to her death.
8. Michiru.
I killed her.
She'd asked for me to tell her her fortune one day.
The mirror said that she'd die.
I didn't want to alarm her, so I told her everything else it saw.
And when she blew herself up against Chaos, it all came true.
Queen. Heroine. Savior. Messiah. Martyr.
9. Rei.
I killed her.
Right before the battle, she told me that she didn't want to fight.
It was like the girl who was at D-Point thousands of years ago.
And I reacted in the same way I did then.
By sending her to her death.
If only I'd allowed her to be a coward.
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| | | mercury_viola_rhapsody Lotus Crystal
Posts : 2124 Join date : 2013-05-11 Age : 24
| Subject: Re: [Critique Request] Comparisons 14th February 2014, 1:16 pm | |
| I'm not sure if I should bump this thread... but no one answered my other question, and I'd like to know if it feels rushed.... |
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| Subject: Re: [Critique Request] Comparisons 14th February 2014, 3:33 pm | |
| Hey hon. I'm gonna try my best to give you the feedback you want and i love you and your style greatly so please understand this is just my thoughts and opinions on the matter at hand ok? why the numbers instead of separate paragraphs? I think that might help things flow unless this is a poem then a different form is needed that looks something like this: - stanzas:
Line one Line Two Line Three Line Four
Line Five Line Six Line Seven
and so on till the end.
I think that for some of your work it might be better suited to this kind of set up than what you've been doing. If it's not a pome you're going for try adding more description to the story, a few filler lines go a long way to help set the mood or scene. When they keep saying I killed her. You could try instead of this same line over and over try for Mamoru, "I killed My love." For Haruka, "I killed Kitten." make it just a little more personal for the reader to attach too. One could even say "I killed My Princess" or "I killed My Queen." When writing I find that it helps to describe the person i'm writing about. since this is all first person I would talk about Usa. I would compare her hair to "golden rays of sun through the trees on a warm autumn afternoon in the park." of if you like silver for your moon princess's hair, "sliver beams of crescent light falling in waves over her pale as moonlight at midnight skin." or something. You could try to bring just a little more emotion from the characters you are writing for into it. Mamoru just lost the love of his live and the mother of his only child. He will be torn up, you can put that hurt in to his part. Rei, Minako, Mako and Ami just lost their best friend, the outers lost their princess, the one person they swore to protect. With Haruka choosing love over duty a little guilt thrown in some how would really help sell the whole of her part. I still believe that this is a great piece! I really like it and you have a unique style of writing, and i hope i didn't hurt your feelings cause i didn't mean to and i am sorry if i did! |
| | | mercury_viola_rhapsody Lotus Crystal
Posts : 2124 Join date : 2013-05-11 Age : 24
| Subject: Re: [Critique Request] Comparisons 14th February 2014, 4:56 pm | |
| The "I killed her" line was for dramatic repetitive effect... I don't know how well that worked, though. For the last few, I was kind of running out of stamina. I'm not very good with description as, for me, it makes the story lose flow and I rarely edit things. The numbers are just there as a personal quirk.
So you'd prefer deeper exploration into the aftermath of her death. I guess I sort of do it with the last lines of everyone's story, so an expansion of them?
And which one do you think is the best, Ed? (IMHO, my best one is Hotaru's and worst Michiru's) |
| | | Sailor Neptune Outer Senshi Admin RP Graphics & Canon Admin
Title : Drinker of Roleplayers' Tears ~ The Internationaliest™ Posts : 9577 Join date : 2013-07-25 Age : 36 Location : Canada
| Subject: Re: [Critique Request] Comparisons 14th February 2014, 5:29 pm | |
| I think there can be power in short, succinct words, sometime moreso than long, descriptive ones. It's just tough to do so much with so few words. But if that's what you're aiming for, definitely try that. I think some of these lines are already powerful, and I see what you're doing with the first line being all the same. I think you were trying to get straight into the emotional bits by disregarding any descriptions and that works quite effectively for me.
I particularly love Haruka's line: "In my war between love and duty, I chose love. And lost." And Rei's: "If only I'd allowed her to be a coward."
What's difficult though is explaining what exactly happened, as sometimes it feels a lot like flat-out telling which takes all the emotions out of it. For example, this line of Makoto: "Unfortunately, this caused me to fall unconscious partway through the battle." It feels flat and emotionless. Maybe you could've said "But it took everything out of me, and the next thing I knew everything was black." Or something like that, something deeper than just 'here's what happened'.
As for Mamoru's bit, I think it would have been more powerful if you'd just let it end at 'And so am I.' The last line feels redundant/a repeat of the first one.
Overall I really like this, though! You managed to pull so much emotion with just few words, and that's always wonderful. |
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| Subject: Re: [Critique Request] Comparisons 15th February 2014, 12:14 am | |
| Well hotaru!s and ami's stayed with me. As for what I'd prefer isn't relevant since it's your work, I'm having a tid bit of trouble trying to figure out if this us a short story a one shot or what, sine the style is so different than what I'm used too and I think that due to the language difference. |
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