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Martello posted:Nyarai's a lady. Way to just assume everyone's a dude on the internet, check your privilege much? I am post-gender
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Gender is naught but a social construct designed to imprison us in pre-determined roles in society lol
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Keep your genderfluids out of this thread.
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Martello posted:Not everyone needs full line-edits. For them I'll pick out specific lines that stood out to me one way or the other, and then give an overall critique. Appreciate the feedback. For whatever it's worth, I legitimately had not seen the word limit. Obviously it was right there and dumb of me not to notice, but well. drat thing was already cut down from 2k words so I'd chopped absolutely everything out of it that I thought I could. quote:Some more emotional attachment and reason for the hatred would have made this story better. Last comment: the narrator is a closeted homosexual, and hates Mr. Malloy so much because he thinks he knows this secret and is also gay and wants to, well, you know. More of that subtext was available in the earlier draft but i cut it for economy and because I thought it worked a little more strongly when left more ambiguous. Your point is certainly well-taken, though. Moving on! magnificent7 posted:Thanks Chillmatic for the crits. I appreciate your input. I completely forgot to mention: what you wrote was a massive improvement over your previous writing. The best thing any of us can hope for is to continuously improve our craft; your latest output shows you're doing that. Keep at it, and don't let anyone crush your love of your own ideas. What's most important is to learn how to tell, before anyone else is subject to them, which ones are good and which ones are poo poo. Hard to do but always worth the effort. A critique: Sitting Here posted:This is terrible and I am terrible. I shouldn't pick deathprompts when I'm in a deeply terrible mood. Do not read Goddrat. At first I was all like and then I was all like You have a clear knack for setting tone, which, really, is the entire point of stories like this, isn't it? My biggest gripe was the narrator's insistence on using some oddly cutesy words for genitalia and other stuff. In keeping with her character (she wanted this guy to strangle her), I figured she'd use far more 'adult' words and phrases. I couldn't figure out if that was some deliberate decision to make her more removed/distant from the action, but it felt like an affectation to me. Other than that I'll reiterate that you'll always want to be specific with description. I know I beat that drum a lot but this makes the difference between engaging the reader vs. leaving them cold or feeling like they're 'outside' the scene rather than right in the disgusting, musty thick of it. Chillmatic fucked around with this message at 17:08 on Jun 3, 2013 |
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Uno mas. Nubile Hillock posted:Feathers 453 words Argh. This one is frustrating because I felt like the prose itself was--except for a few grammatical quirks--very well-written and, more importantly, felt genuine. I really felt like I was reading the words of some ancient Greek or Roman guy. But oh man. I've read it three times and I still cannot get a sense of progression or actual story. So he gets killed for some reason? Before a crowd of people? Why? Do they want him to die? Is he a martyr? Demon? Saint? What's the theme, here? I get the feeling that two things happened here: 1. you focused very hard on reproducing an authentic-sounding story to this period(and succeeded very, very well), but focused so much on doing so that you failed to tell an actual, logical narrative. and 2. You were trying to do a vignette/slice-of-life type thing. And it fell flat because the setting was so foreign and you didn't give me anything to go off of, to help get me up to necessary speed. (or maybe you assumed the reader knew the story already?) Again, I really enjoyed reading the actual prose (barring some description which could've been done with stronger/more effective language) so you're really good to go there, for sure.
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Chillmatic posted:I completely forgot to mention: what you wrote was a massive improvement over your previous writing. The best thing any of us can hope for is to continuously improve our craft; your latest output shows you're doing that. Keep at it, and don't let anyone crush your love of your own ideas. What's most important is to learn how to tell, before anyone else is subject to them, which ones are good and which ones are poo poo. Hard to do but always worth the effort.
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gently caress, this was not easy. Crabrock's flash rule wasn't that difficult, as "a sailor forgetting something" is why Kendrick died in the first place, but Martello's certainly required a bit of creative thinking. I feel absolutely awful about the quality, but it's mostly mitigated by the fact I produced something. So I give you the tale of an American sea captain and his (fictionalized) skanky daughter. quote:1794: John Kendrick, an American sea captain and explorer, was killed in the Hawaiian Islands when a British ship mistakenly used a loaded cannon to fire a salute to Kendrick's vessel. Reise, Reise (666 words) “What do you mean you forgot?” The cabin boy withers under my gaze, fingers knitted tightly together. “ ‘M sorry, Cap’n. I just found yer letter in my bunk. It never went out with the rest of ‘em.” Tears well in his eyes. “I’ll fix it! I’ll take a dinghy an—” I raise a hand for silence, then lay it on the boy’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, James. I’ll likely reach home before it does. Return to your duties.” James stiffens like a board and salutes. “Aye, Cap’n.” He scampers below deck. With a heavy sigh, I lean against the railing. Of all the letters for him to forget! My wife, Huldah, had written to me with worrisome news about the children. Well, the child. John Jr. was a man now, commander of his very own ship. But Heidi... She had been born during my idle years, that oh-so-brief period between the war and when I took command of the Discovery. She was such a beautiful baby, all blue eyes and smiles. The lass was always thrilled when I returned and miserable when I left her once more. However, my time away seems to have taken its toll. Heidi has forsaken her chores and, most frighteningly, become a regular down at the docks. “You of all people should know what sailors are like with young ladies,” Huldah wrote. Oh, I do. Primal rage swells in my gut, and I grip the rail until my knuckles turn white. It’s all I can do to stop myself from striking the nearest deckhand. Granted, that wouldn’t make me a better father, but I’d sure as hell feel better. “Captain?” I turn to face John Howel. One couldn’t ask for a finer clerk. “Kalanikūpule gifted us with a few roast pigs. Says it’s the least he could do.” His brow furrows. “Something the matter?” “We’re not eating hardtack. What could possibly be the matter?” I force a smile. “Fetch the other officers.” Within minutes, my men surround the table. Their eyes gleam with anticipation. Howel says grace, his prayer made all the more elegant by its brevity, and I start to carve the first boar. This smell must torment the enlisted men. They’ll get their share soon enough. I pick at my own plate, only eating when I catch Howel’s eye. The Washington would return to Massachusetts in a few months’ time. I could be a father to Heidi again but, Lord have mercy, what would I even say to her? “Captain!” The lookout’s cry pierces my thoughts. “The Jackal’s off our starboard bow!” Excellent. Captain Gordon and his men were indispensable in our mission to defend Fair Haven from the rebels. I wipe grease from my mouth and bark, “Ready all guns for a salute!” My bosun repeats the order, and the men scramble to comply. The Washington rocks from the cannons’ force, which does little to impede my officers’ appetites. Smoke rises from the water. Its acrid tang fills my nostrils as I close my eyes. I hear the explosions from the Jackal’s guns, as well as... whistles? I open my eyes. A dozen slugs scream through the air. My God. Deckhands scramble for cover. Even a few officers dive under the table. Pointless, really. The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away. I forge an expression of calm. “So, gentlemen,” I ask, “who thinks we should fire back?” Nervous laughter escapes a few men, then screams. The world explodes in agony. I strike my head against the table as I fall. No more pain. Good. Wait, not good. Why can’t I move my left arm? Oh. Don’t have one. The world spins, and I’m staring up into Howel’s face. He’s shouting, but I can’t understand. My ears are stuffed with cotton. Blood gushes from my throat as I try to speak, to tell Howel to take care of my girls. He nods grimly. Lord, I hope that means he understands. I close my eyes, and the darkness overwhelms me.
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drat Chillmatic is on a Critzkrieg. Chillmatic posted:if you really think this is terrible writing, I'd be curious to see what you consider your best stuff. You've got decent chops; don't self-deprecate. I think I meant "in terrible taste," glad you erm. Enjoyed it? I felt really self conscious posting something so visceral. Writing it was fun in the way that picking my nose is fun, but afterward I felt bad and kind of ashamed. IDK I guess snuffiction weirds me out?
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Martello posted:Kyle vs Predator (aka KVP)
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Sitting Here posted:picking my nose is fun
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I mean, I was clearly comfortable enough to post it here Do they not let you have a good nose-picking session when you're playing army mans?
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Sitting Here posted:I mean, I was clearly comfortable enough to post it here I was picking my nose in my office when I posted that.
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Martello posted:I was picking my nose in my office lol governmentjob.txt
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Chillmatic posted:Uno mas. I'd be interested in your thoughts on mine if you're not critted out.
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MrFlibble: I know you've already been ripped apart for this a few times, but I read it and critted it when you first submitted it. I didn't read the other crits, so maybe this will have something new/useful in it, but probably not. MrFlibble posted:what I know about this story going in: a croc got loose on a plane and everybody panicked, crashing the plane. crabrock fucked around with this message at 22:03 on Jun 3, 2013 |
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Nubile Hillock posted:Feathers 453 words
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Ceighk posted:What I know going in: this dude was concerned with erroneous word usage so much that he starved to death.
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Sebmojo v. Martello And As Is It Such So Also As Such Is It Unto You This Genejack On of the standout problems in this story is a focus on muscle in your descriptions and a lack of unique description of the images. It's not enough to just say someone had a lot of muscle or that muscles rippled. Nor is it enough to handwave it away with saying it's bioengineered, vat-grown, or nano-finished. Those might create vivid images in your head, but you're already entrenched in your head and know what you're talking about. In any stand-alone piece, you can't assume we know anything, and it doesn't matter if the characters would know what that means. To us, it's just an empty description. Also consider the significance of calling it vat-grown or nano-finished. Does vat-grown mean it's shaped weird? Does nano-finished mean there's some visible clue of that? Does it matter enough to say more than once at the beginning? Those are questions to ask yourself for any description, but it's especially important when it's referred to so many times in a short piece. An additional couple description problems are "Lights on his biomonitor blinked red instead of the usual green" and "Kamakhya tossed her fingers and gave him a weak smile." In the first example, you could get away with just saying it blinked red. Among other things said, the "instead of the usual green" feels like you're trying to force in backstory when we don't really need it or care. It's a small detail, but the way it's presented still caused me to pull back from the actual story and realize I'm getting a (not important) tech detail. Even a small change such as having different colors (that represent something interesting, such as Eastern concepts of color) or a color gradient or symbols indicating different breakdowns would justify it better than green means go and red means stop. For the second example, it's just a weak description where, if you slowed down a bit in the actual writing and actively wrote it instead of passively letting it flow, you could have communicated the actual image instead of a vague tossing of fingers and a "weak" smile which could mean any of a hundred of things. On a broader note, there were some missed opportunities for character and plot. The doctor, which essentially acts as a biomechanic, is pretty dismissive and unaffected by the death of the thing he's tasked with caring for. Even on an oil rig, the guy who is tasked with fixing something that hosed up will flip his poo poo and try to fix it even at great danger to his own life. Mechanics tend to get attached to their machines even if they're not biological, so it would seem more likely that he would be more stressed and sympathetic than she would be if she had worked there for a decent amount of time. With the biomachines, it's odd that a born-mute would try to move its lips or communicate with hand signals if it were at all self-aware as your story suggests. Mute people today don't do that because it's mostly pointless unless the other can read lips and the mute person is skilled in transmitting information that way. When one has its legs smashed, the tension is also not there. Flash fiction necessitates focused attention on symbolism whether it's your style or not. In Hemingway's often-cited baby-shoes "story", it all hinges on what the unused shoes represent. It's an economy of words to the extreme, but the short, broken sentence leads the reader to consider what is unsaid, and the real story is told off the page. That's why it's great and interesting. To strive to do that in longer pieces is what separates a cool story your bro told you and a great story. The difference is that they may not remember your name unless you're famous, but they will internalize the ideas you tried to transmit. That's why so many people cite comic books as an influence in their lives. It's not that Spiderman did a kickass move that webslung the villain of the week to his death--it's Spiderman's guilt after killing someone that makes the reader consider the consequences of actions that causes the reader to internalize this lesson enough that it's no longer really vocalized or directly associated with the comic. Means and Ends Your first paragraph falls really flat in this piece because you didn't let it breathe except for three words, and the story suffocated as a result. quote:The wind was cold, 70 stories up. I breathed it in, looked out over the city, wrapped up in its midnight neon dreams. I pressed the button on my watch and the numbers started flickering down. Two minutes. Plenty of time if it all went right. The phrase "wrapped up in its midnight neon dreams" managed to touch on a hint of character and setting, but you could have expanded on it quite a bit. It speaks of a Travis Bickle mentality, that semi-poetic and disgusted style of thought that could lead to someone interesting becoming something else. Had you let that first paragraph breathe and grow in its descriptions and internal judgement, you could have given us a sketch of who this guy is, what the city is like, and how he fits into this grand scheme of things. Left as it is, the phrase comes off as a throw-away devoid of meaning or significance. That ties into the general idea of the lack of tension in the story. We never had time to meet this character or give a drat about who he is. Later on, we find out it's another "last job", as you know is a cliche, and that's so late in the story that it has no chance to build any tension what-so-ever. As the story progresses, your operator spends a lot of time skipping skipping down hallways and picking the petals off of flowers. He's too cool about all this poo poo, and even if he's some super-duper ultra-agent, that has no tension because he comes up against no real resistance. It doesn't make for an entertaining story unless there's a real conflict and problem, whether internal or environmental. These two sentences: "I shot the first one in the face, the second in the belly. Both women, middle-aged. The rest were men" and "A double tap in each one and I was stepping over bodies" don't do anything at all except pass (uninteresting) information casually, and even if the character is supposed to be doing this very casually, that has to be expressed to the reader better. It's treated as if a friend is telling you a story about how he got into a car wreck, but he mentioned a few minutes previous that he saw a cat that was half-black, half-white. Sure, it's mildly interesting, and it possibly was the thing that distracted him and made him miss his turn and eventually get into an accident, but it's hardly the interesting part of the story. If you choose to include those things, give us a little more so that it has impact. There were some technical issues I noticed as well. "Synthdiamond" just comes off as awkward because synthetic diamonds are produced and used in industrial applications today. They're just called diamonds. Second, it's seems like the device is made of diamond, which would be silly because diamond is so brittle that a tap with a hammer can turn it to dust, so it would just shatter, but if it was a diamond-edged object, then maybe some clever engineering could make it useful. Third, you said it was an augur, so was it a statue of a Roman priest being fired? You meant auger. Next is the use of sentence comma word. Most bad example: As I rounded the corner of the building I cut the thread with a flick of my thumb and leveled the gun at the window in front of me, shot. The shot could have been put into the next sentence and maintained flow. As it looks there, it's like you were sitting there writing and thought, "Okay, he shot. Let's put a period there. Oh wait, I have a good description for that--let me make it a new sentence." I shouldn't be thinking about that while I'm reading. The final technical annoyance is the began/started nonsense. While it doesn't make you the Great Satan of writing, it definitely is annoying to see it so much in such a tight space, and it's indicative of being distracted and not writing the sentence the best it can be. Overall, I think you might benefit from an exercise in printing out your stories and cutting them up by paragraph or scene depending on the length. Rearrange them on the carpet and see what goes where best, and take a red pen to them. If need be, write more paragraphs for different scenes, cut them up, and place them in between. Also look at each section on an information-bite level. If some of the things you say could just as easily go anywhere as where they are, then there's something wrong with that section. You might have to fix it or just toss it out. You may also discover that some scenes are amplified or reduced depending on their location, giving you surprising insight into your own work and psyche. Doing it on the computer just isn't the same because it doesn't have the tangibility and frantic, instantaneous motion of shuffling the paper while seeing the whole. Judgement: While both stories fulfilled the requirements of the prompt and were, in their own ways, accomplished at a technically proficient level, I found them lacking in different aspects of great writing. As is our custom, I will select a winner, but I don't think it's really a win to lord over the other as they were both close to one another in level of execution. This time, it goes to Martello.
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NIKAER DREKIN posted:NIKAER DREKIN PRESENTS
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Cancer Cakes posted:What I know going in: small pox was eradicated, and then some jerk coworker killed this lady by releasing some small pox. I assume by accident?
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Erik Shawn-Bohner posted:Sebmojo v. Martello Thanks for the crit. I need to work on my tics, and you've picked out a bunch of them for me to start on, particularly my penchant for comma-splicing as a cheap way to add drama Edit: The bit about a gun that shoots greek oracles made of brittle synthdiamond WHICH IS JUST CALLED DIAMOND, FFS made me laugh. sebmojo fucked around with this message at 23:49 on Jun 3, 2013 |
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Chillmatic has done some great crits, but this one is pretty close to my heart so I am snagging it.Peel posted:Chemistry 930 I know it might seem like I have got a bug up my arse about grammar, but in actual fact I picked at that because this was good, and the story did what it needed to do, but a line by line naturally causes you to pick up those things. My overwhelming impression was it needs more. More everything. More Rube Goldburg machine craziness, more insane crazy talk, more pride, more foreshadowing. You could take this story and turn it up another couple of notches. Is he bed bound? Wikipedia says maybe, but the story doesn't read that way at all. Find some way to describe the room, what he looks like, why did he build it in the first place, why and who is this person visiting him? The tone is in the right place, but could do with some tweaking perhaps. The problem with monologues like this is shoehorning description in - why is the narrator describing a room to a person who is standing in that room. So you need to come up with a clever excuse. Explaining how a machine works, what mistakes were made causing which stains and holes in the walls could be one. I liked this, just write more. You had a lot more words to play with, and there are some crucial things missing.
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crabrock posted:... Chillmatic posted:Sure.
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Ceighk posted:Thankyou both for the criticisms. Next time I'll do better. criticisms, critiques, kind of the same here I guess.
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Max22 posted:Ok, so this is one of my favorite real-life stories of all time. I think it’s hilarious because I do stupid stuff like this all the time in the name of education, and could see myself doing this exact thing. I hope you did it justice.
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Fumblemouse posted:wordcount: 1069
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Oxxidation posted:Hearts On Fire (1,140)
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sebmojo posted:I'd be interested in your thoughts on mine if you're not critted out. Go crit yourself. sebmojo posted:Rules of Combustion I’m actually going to show how much better I think that last paragraph looks edited the way I suggested. quote:I nod, laugh. The jet vapor has become a cloud and there is a whine coming from the rocket, this pillar, this sculpture of metal and willpower. It is splendid. We are splendid. See how, this way, so much more attention is called to that awesome loving line? I didn’t comment specifically on my next gripe because it’s hard for me to put into words, but: the dialogue felt, in a few places, a bit stilted. Not enough to really kill it for me, but I almost got the sense that you were going for a Russian-accent type of feel. If so, I think you succeeded more than you failed, but sometimes it just distracted me a bit. So far I think I’ve enjoyed your story the most. You did a lot with very little, and I really, really liked the motif of the childhood flashback juxtaposed onto the current action. I would have preferred more vivid description of that, but that’s honestly my biggest complaint. I felt like yours was one of the few stories that had some sort of subtext going on, which is a must for me to really enjoy reading anything. Good work. Chillmatic fucked around with this message at 04:37 on Jun 4, 2013 |
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Symptomless Coma posted:DISQUALIFIED FOR SUBMITTING PAST THE DEADLINE
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would someone crit my story
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crabrock posted:Ok, so this is one of my favorite real-life stories of all time ...whoops.
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Chillmatic posted:Go crit yourself. Excellent, sharply observed points - thanks. I will educate myself in the emdash. The sexual subtext is a remnant of an earlier edit in which he rhapsodised tersely about Rostropov's buttocks in the first para. I've been kicking myself for not either ditching it or incorporating it better.
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The Saddest Rhino posted:would someone crit my story Well, okay, since you showed me adorable baby rhinos. When it comes to the overall picture--characters, setting, theme, especially voice--I can't offer much criticism, because I love them. Your effusiveness would grate in almost any other kind of story, but here it's just about perfect: all that use of the vocative O!, the repetition of words, everything fits together to build a colorful voice for your narrator (whom I'm assuming is a janitor, by the by). Most of the suggestions I have for improvement are grammatical, and I'm not even sure of them. Several of your 'errors,' whether intentional or not, enhance your choice of style. The only way I can crit this usefully is with a line-by-line, so here you go. Proposed changes and comments alike are in bold. --- How Beloved Baby Rhino Fell into Despair; or, Sadness Is a Blessing Where the rays of the sun shone the brightest and where the raindrops fell the least, there lived a (you've chosen not to capitalize baby rhino's name, and I'm down with that, but in this instance it's confusing without an article) baby rhino in those so-rare spots of the Borneo rainforest Shall I call baby rhino the sweetest thing? O, how I hope! (The vocative 'O' shouldn't have a comma after it, technically speaking--and it isn't technically appropriate here as far as I know. 'Oh, how I hope!' would be more grammatically correct. Mind you, I enjoy the effect as it stands.) Shall I call baby rhino the politest of all baby animals? O, how I wish! There are so many kind, nice and pretty words I would use to describe baby rhino, but alas, I am no liar, and I can’t, can’t, how I wish I could! For the momma of baby rhino, she was also the loveliest (are you sure this is the adjective you want? 'Most beautiful' doesn't have much to do with how much she loves her son. Maybe 'most loving' or the not-actually-a-word 'lovingest'?) old rhino -- how much love she gave to baby rhino, perhaps just as much as And baby rhino’s momma, she kept to her word, and how baby rhino he was, o, (another technicality: the vocative O is always capitalized, but I like it this way) the happiest little rhino you know! He was given the finest of fruits and leaves to chew and chomp on, and his little bed was adorned with the finest feathers and shadiest leaves his momma could find. But o, the happiest little rhino you know, he How his insatiable wants (In the caption, the sentence 'ah, but I wish you to be happy, so permit I shall you to sit on momma's face as so' is a wreck! I suggest 'Ah, but I wish you to be happy, so permit you I shall to sit on momma's face like so.' Technically there should be a comma after 'face,' but I don't think that matches your voice, so screw it.) One quiet evening, baby rhino woke up in his little nest. “Food, food!” he cried, as he always did. But o beloved baby rhino, where had your momma gone to? Look for yourself outside your nest, outside your sweet, comfortable home, and you should see that she was nowhere to be found. (The tenses are a mess here, and I'm torn on what to suggest. I think keeping things in the past tense would be better, so maybe 'Had you looked for yourself [...] and you would have seen' etc. I don't entirely like this replacement; it doesn't have the same charm, but the tense free-for-all makes me shudder every time I look at it.) Baby rhino hopped out: “Food, food!” cried Baby rhino’s stomach made a whimper, and he walked to see his aunts and uncles and cousins for food. But o, baby rhino, he did not know how tired they Sniff Ran he, guided by the smell, and he stopped before a flower. And what a flower, dear astute reader! It was taller, much taller than baby rhino, leaflets of purple and green and white “Who are you?” asked baby rhino. “What are you saying?” “I am crying!” the flower said. “For I have no happiness in my life!” “How do you not have “Tall I may be, towering I may be,” the flower said. “But the bloom of I, corpse flower, is no joy! For I am terrible in look and smell, and soon Baby rhino laughed. “How silly!” he said. “Could you not ask your momma to give you “I do not have a momma to give me “But everybody has a momma!” baby rhino (if you're going to go with lowercase, be consistent!) protested. “I have a momma who brings me everything!” “What if you do not have a momma anymore?” asked the flower. Baby rhino hopped back. “Momma would not leave? Momma loves me!” “What if she can’t come back to you?” (This is the story's weakest point. Why would the flower say these things? Why does it sound like the flower knows something about momma, especially given that momma is fine? Is the flower a huge, smelly, lying jerk? It has sounded more pathetic than mean so far. I enjoy this corpse flower interlude, but it's somewhat out of place and probably needs to be tied more gracefully into the whole. Expand this part of the conversation a bit and make the flower sound less omniscient and ominous.) Baby rhino, o what feeling was this, when happiness Baby rhino, o how fast and how swift he ran! Would momma no longer bring him fruit and leaves? Would momma no longer hug him to sleep? Would momma no longer comfort him with her large horn? He cried for momma, “Momma!” but momma did not answer. How little rhino, how he seemed to be the smallest thing in the whole wide rainforest! How the birdsong O, beloved little rhino, how low (In this caption, 'Here depicts a picture' is like saying 'Here a picture pictures.' Either 'Here is depicted'--too formal, maybe?--or 'here is pictured' would be less redundant. In the phrase 'to my and my own shame only,' I suggest a change to 'to my shame and my own shame only' despite the repetition. You say 'it tiniest sorrow' when you should say 'its.') Saddest little rhino! All day and all night he mourned his old life, when, ah, a miracle! Child of his momma looked up “Silly baby rhino,” said baby rhino’s momma. “I was just tending to your cousin Peacock, who, foolish And momma, she told baby rhino the story of silly Cousin Peacock, until he closed his eyes and slept. And momma, though she did not know why, saw that baby rhino had not tantrumed (this isn't a word; if you care about that, 'thrown a tantrum' would work) for what he wanted. And perhaps, perhaps, baby rhino, in being for so short a time a saddest little rhino, would And that shall we see, when we return to baby rhino and his momma. For now it’s time for other stories, and if you shall so enquire, perhaps I shall Kaishai fucked around with this message at 16:09 on Jun 4, 2013 |
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Chillmatic posted:The best thing any of us can hope for is to continuously improve our craft; Why the gently caress do people say "craft"? This is loving retarded. What has thunderdome turned into since my last checking in? A bunch of assholes sipping piss laden wine apparently. And, chillmatic, please for the love of god never refer to writing ability as "chops". Somebody just shoot me.
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crabrock posted:
Thanks for doing this - you didn't have to, considering the volume of entries. Gonna take it to the farm and nudge it over the line. Edit: http://public.wsu.edu/~brians/errors/judgement.html As a GMTer I'll have to hold firm here. But the rest of your comments are definite improvments. Symptomless Coma fucked around with this message at 08:50 on Jun 4, 2013 |
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twinkle cave posted:Why the gently caress do people say "craft"? This is loving retarded. What has thunderdome turned into since my last checking in? A bunch of assholes sipping piss laden wine apparently. Sounds like someone's forgotten the taste of their teeth. Luckily I have the cure for amnesia right here (spoiler: it is my fists). Wordfight, you and me, 1000 words. Judge and prompt from the first one to step to it. sebmojo fucked around with this message at 08:59 on Jun 4, 2013 |
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sebmojo posted:Sounds like someone's forgotten the taste of their teeth. Luckily I have the cure for amnesia right here (spoiler: it is my fists). Your prompt is: Blow By Blow. You will both write about a fight between two participants. Writing fights is a tricky business as it usually does double duty in a story - providing some kind of inherent visceral thrill, while advancing the plot. You will certainly be judged on how well you do the first (beware purple prose, but make me feel it), but since you will not have much plot to speak of, your second task is characterisation. No pointless duel be this, for you will have to make me want one combatant to win, and make me feel genuinely sad when they don't. That's right, they can't win. sebmojo, I spoil your spoiler - neither character can use their fists. Whether they find a weapon, or turn out to have claws instead, is up to you. Twinkle Cave, you will use the word 'craft', in any sense you like, and love it. 1000 words. 24 hours. Gents, have at it.
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sebmojo posted:Wordfight, you and me, 1000 words. Judge and prompt from the first one to step to it. You better get out the WD-40 cause you're going to need all your servos for this one you crusty old cyberbeing. edit: drat you coma... drat you. (craft)
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A Retrospective Quantitative Analysis of the Words "CRAFT" and "CHOPS" as Used in Thunderdome '13 (or how Martello has been statistically proven to gently caress up my day) ABSTRACT: After reviewing Thunderdome '13, the below numbers have been compiled. (is there a way to strip data from SA?) NOTE: The number of uses are indicated by "x#". as in, x22 - the number of times the word "lovecraft" appeared. CHOPS Data: chopstick x2 pork chops licking chops "Diesel chops across...." - dunno (story) "also describe the sex a bit more if you think you have the chops". - toanoradian "I certainly like both pork chops and prosciutto!" - Martello Conclusion: Above are the instances of "chops". Only once was "chops" referred to as writing ability. Please send toanoradian to some dungeon. In the future the preferred usage is that demonstrated by Martello above. ---- CRAFT Data: 1. The name Lovecraft is by far the most oft used instance of the word "craft". total = x22 instances "Is HP Lovecraft looking out a skyscraper window?" - sebmojo "And suddenly your young prot is H.P. Lovecraft himself" - Nubile Hillock 2. "Craft" as in "boat type thing or vehicle" total = x14 "for Max to settle into his new craft "- x2 - black.lion (story) craft - as boats x2 Jagermonster (story) craft - as boats x3 Jagermonster (dif story) "one precious piece of a model spacecraft" - Destrado (story) "A century since the starcraft'd fled earth" - x4 - HaitianDivorce (story) 3. "Craft" as in a "handmade thing or activity". Apparently esp by indigenous peoples. total = x3 “AUTHENTIC INDIAN HANDICRAFTS” - budgieinspector (story) "knick-knacks from native craftsmen" - toanoradian (story) "Was it some sort of witchcraft?" - Kleptobot (story) 4. Warcraft total = x2 "Danny's Warcraft character" - systran (story) 5. Cannot be categorized total = x1 Noah (Craft Services De-Hairer) - bohner (porn title designation in story prompt) 6. "Craft" referring to the act of writing, but in an adjective, adverb, or verb form. total ~ x18 craftsmen - crafting x3 - Kaishai (story) "His carefully crafted lines wafted...." - Jeza (story) "I flopped down...began crafting a scathing reply for her...." - sitting here (story) "spend all week lovingly crafting a pile of poo poo then scrap the whole thing at 8PM Saturday night" - sitting here (story or comment?) "the story has well-crafted dialogue" - toanoradian (crit) "You will demonstrate through narrative and carefully crafted dialogue." - DivisionPost "craft a more atmospheric (and explicitly researched) opening". - Nikaer Drekin (crit) "instead of trying to craft a good story" - Nikaer Drekin (crit) "look at my hand-crafted world and tremble before its majesty!" - Nubile Hillock (crit) craft x 3 - semojo in a rash of para-crits (crit) "Are they always well-crafted? No." - Sitting Here (crit) "lovingly crafted edifice of poo poo" - CancerCakes (crit) 7. "Craft" used as a noun referring to writing in some way. total = x5 "Just keep working on the craft, man - DivisionPost (crit) "And it's a beautiful bit of craft for it." - sebmojo (crit) ",as far as craft of writing," - martello (crit) "Work on your craft" - martello (crit) "You need to work on your craft and you really need to..." - Martello (crit) Analysis: 1. Thunderdome likes Lovecraft. 2. Thunderdome likes boats. 3. Hand "crafts" are usually made by indigenous peoples. 4-5. wtf 6. There is no issue with using craft as a verb or modifier. Completely acceptable. 7. loving Martello. twinkle cave fucked around with this message at 09:44 on Jun 4, 2013 |
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