Hi,
first a disclaimer: I am not published, but am reviewing based on my own experience with writing and advice on writing I’ve read. However, in the end this is mostly one reader’s opinion. Please take on board what you feel is useful or feel free to ignore.
Unfortunately this asks for a review with a rating. I don’t like to give ratings because I would rather look at the quality of the story idea and approach than at the degree of ‘finishing’. I’d give 5.0 for the idea, atmosphere and suspense of this snappy introduction, but technically there’s so much editing left to do that I’m forced to give a rather low rating for lack of polishing, I hope you’ll understand. (I’d be happy to re-review a revised version for you).
Here now my observations:
What I liked:
The creepy title caught my attention—it’s a gem, great for your genre! The opening is amidst action, something really baaad going on, and it hits us with sensory input…SCREAMS. It doesn’t get much better than this. I loved the shortness of the chapter. The mood/atmosphere worked for me as did the references to the Napoleonic times (which I adore). The I-narrator captured my interest and engaged my sympathy…
Some issues:
Character/s: It’s not totally clear whether the “I” in scene 1 and 2 is the same (the 17-year-old Russian soldier) or not? At first reading I thought that’s the case, upon re-reading I was not so sure…Scene 1 has a more passive “I”, which in the genre is often a woman, who reacts to the male protagonist’s scream? Characterization: We don’t get much visual on the character except for the clothing—I think it’d be easy to slip in personal and family name and the exact military rank (he’s in the infantry—a simple soldier?) and social class…?
Senses: Good use of the senses
References: see in-line comments
Language: Good, easy to read. I’m not too sure about punctuation myself but I believe there’s no comma before “that”? There are lots of little things that I picked up and since it’s such a short piece I’ve done a full in-line review—please don’t take it personally…I just think that your opening will be the showcase of your novel so it should be as near perfection as it can get. I wish you many reviews to help improve this great start to a hopefully great novel. (Have you written it all already? Do you use an outline? Just curious…)
Best of luck and let me know if you find this review helpful—I’d like to read more from you.
Love
Nok
PS If you’d like to do me a favour in return, please pick someone from the review request page whom you have not yet reviewed. I do not need reviews, but if you’d like to just have a look on my take on a similar genre/time—I’ve posted the start of one of my stories again ID #1848786—warning, it’s written in a ‘Lovecraftian’ wyrd style, feel free to read—but as I said, no need for review, thanks.
INLINE REVIEW
Screams. They were everywhere. ”were” implies almost bodily presence—perhaps “resounded from” “echoed”. Also clarify whether they’re screams of one or more persons? Every panel panel of what?, every molecule I checked, acc. To Merriam-Webster first use of molecule was 1794, but it struck me initially as anachronistic with the Napoleonic period, rephrase?, screamed that same relentless sound ’Sound’ doesn’t add anything and strikes me personally as weaker than ‘scream’. Be specific: Screech? Roar? Howl?. I wasn’t convinced yet, no comma in my view that it was real. Every night I’d wake, bathed in sweat, in tangles of sheets and fear nice; such like are normally no-no’s [she arrived in a carriage in tears] but here it works, I like it. I knew one thing though, that scream came from a manThis sentence is a bit wordy, maybe combine with the next sentence e.g. “I knew though it had to come from a man BECAUSE…”?. The roar that pelted my ears night after night, was so vicious, but so beautiful, its pitch so deep, it rumbled lowly, gallantly up to here I thought we’re talking about basically a scream of pain—now it could be a predator’s roar or a mating call, decide what it’s going to be and stick to it as this reads somewhat self-contradictory? But perhaps that’s only me… as so easily it could’ve been thunder in the distance, but no. Sorry, this whole last sentence is ugly and the “but no” ungrammatical, delete? He Technically we’re still hearing about the roar, so “it” would be more appropriate? was steady, he was constant, he would always remain that same bellowing. As if singing a song, but with wails of agony Yiech, incomplete sentence. As if the creature needed no breath, no pause for air You’ve moved from “he” to “the creature”, which is somehow more distant, less specific, the effect on me is a weakening of the descriptive power, unless you mean to say “but what man, what CREATURE needs no breath”? Then rephrase to clarify the emphasis is on strangeness. It was never stalled, but it never repeated. The sound was the same, but its meaning held different different what?each night.
I knew though, that sometime it must stop.
For when dawn waked odd simile in my view, perhaps “when dawn came” or “upon dawn”, “once it dawned” and the sun began its climb, there was silence. Dead, frightening silence I don’t like dead/frightening…dead seems stronger on its own?.
Had I been dreaming or was this majestic cry escaping from some manapostrophys agape mouth, far from my conscious being, that I could not see him, but could feel his pain? Pain? As I said—check consistency—before you said the meaning of the scream changes and called it even beautiful…
I couldn’t answer that question, not today, or yesterday, tomorrow, or last month the order is confusing and weakens the impact in my view when I came to this forsaken town, This should be a new sentence, perhaps starting with: However, his cries would continue to haunt me for as long as I remained here town/here is a bit unspecific, feels like deliberate mystification, can you be more specific?. comma, of this I was most certain.
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It was the year of 1812 in the brisk summer of Moscow nice. The Russian Imperial army I think it was not THE but ONE of the armies—the 1st Army of the West, the largest of the Russian armies facing Napoleon see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Andreas_Barcl... (but I’m no historian, all I’m saying is: double-check!) under general Mikhail Tolly consistency in time—I think he’d be called Prince XYZ was gathering to combat Napoleon and the French advances into the Soviet Union ouch-glaring anachronism, Russia, not Soviet Union!territory. Napoleon was at the height of his commanding power skip the word “commanding”, weakens the impact in my view, virtually why say virtually? in control of all of ”skip “all of”-wordiness continental Europe. He would soon underestimate the capabilities of the Russian Empire Slip from POV of the third person character into omniscient narrator. I myself, one of the young men enlisted to fight under the 2nd infantry Corps under Mikhail Tolly himself, would take something missing here: an/the? oath to destroy him. Why mention the oath? Is it a personal thing like that of the hero in War and Peace? If it’s just the soldiers’ oath to the Tsar I’d omit it…
The date, so clearly in my mind, the last memory I ever had, June 24th incomplete sentence, Napoleon had sent his final offerings I think you mean “offers” or “terms”—offerings are presents or sacrifices to gods I believe…. of peace to St. spacePetersburg, Start new sentence our lack of reply How does he know what’s happening at the highest level of command? gave him all the incentive he needed to begin delete “to begin”, “to invade” is enough invading Russian Poland is that historically the correct term?. He met little resistance, due to our inadequate forces, again—sounds omniscient but as the days grew on, he marched ever so closer to us. Sounds ugly and wordy, maybe ”as time went on, he marched ever closer”? Actually I think it sounds too pompous, history-bookish…delete?
The French, weak and full of their own vanityhow can he read their minds?, laid siege to Moscow, my home, a home we had abandoned in hopes to leave the French without supply and slow them down, givng typo: giving us the advance. I think you mean “the advantage” Again, if this is the summary of the scorched earth strategy—how does the character know these things?
That’s when the fires began. Dramatic but a bit flat—better get into detail—does the horizon turn red, or is smoke rising over the forest, what does the soldier really see of the burning Moscow?
Day after day, hour after hour, house after house, again you order from the strongest to the weakest image, suggest to re-order to heighten the impact instead of lessening it? almost 2/3 looks odd, rephrase, perhaps “the greater part” of the entire town was wood, and it burned briskly in the summer air. Echoes the “brisk” summer you had at the beginning with a different meaning which clashes in my view—replace with another word?Sabotaging rather: destroying? everything the French had hoped to loot Incomplete sentence. This was my mistake. Unclear, is the fire inadvertently caused by him or does he actually regret it as a mistake and would have preferred the French to loot? Clarify?
I had hoped that I could see my home be more specific? one last time before it’s typo: “its” demise if the fire was a mistake why did he expect its demise?. I had snuck out of encampment risking to be shot as a deserter? You haven’t really given a sufficiently strong motivation to risk that in my view…, donned in nothing, but my undershirt and trousers why not wear more?. The nightly wind was brisk you really like “brisk” huh? Vary a bit?, and so I hurried, flying can he really fly? through the tree’s typo “trees” as fast as my legs would allow better not use “flying” then?. Soon I would come upon an opening, so familiar to myself, where two incana tree’s trees separated, opening 2x opening to a meadow, spotted with brush and in it’s its center lay my home. It’s its cascading white beams, founding the house incomplete sentence. Far along the back lay a river named…?, glistening in the moon’s grey shadow. I sprinted across the meadow, such as I had less than a year ago, before the world began to change around me. this sentence sounds a bit wordy, can you be more specific? My eyes set upon the wooden door post, the brass handle, I clamored into the house, unconscious of any noise, no one had been here since the family left. I shut my eyes and breathed in through my nose, tasting the memories I should leave behind can you be more specific?, AND or start a new sentence before I knew it, I was upstairs in my bedroom, sitting on its mattress, caressing the sheets, laid out like someone had just put them there, I stretched myself across the bedding. Suddenly I was asleep. this last sentence strikes me as out of POV, how does he know that?
I felt heat, all around me, sweat trickled out of my pores, down my pale skin, soaking I was check word order, soaking in sweat. I opened my mouth to breathe, and nothing came in, no air was around me, my lungs screamed, and I coughed, while my saliva sizzled. The acrid smell of smoke was festering in my nose and trailing to my lungs. nice I opened my eyes, but everything was cloudy and uncertain can you be more specific than “uncertain”? are the outlines blurred, is smoke screening/swallowing familiar objects, are the images shimmering in the heat?. I could see orange and red flames, licking up around me.
NO! my mind screamed which my mouth could not. I began clawing around, feeling the heat burn at the soles of my bootless feet, as I jumped from the bed onto the floor I struck my hands out wildly while I ran, feeling like a blind man for an escape. My pace began to slow, my head heavy, and my lungs dieing collapsing? Shutting down?. They were dieing for air. obviously-delete? I began to fall to my knee’s, Why not say “I sank/fell to my knees,” clasping my throat I threw my head back, and I gasped and gasped for air, I screamed, and screamed. Collapsing to the ground with my mouth wide awake agape? and still screaming its silence.
I never made a sound, the only sounds were those of my skin peeling back from my flesh, the fire crackling, popping and snarling at my body, my hair fizzling as it burned like a firecracker before it was to burst. Before 2xbefore I knew it myself indicates a POV-slip, my eyes were closed again and I had no control over what?.
I stood up, and gazed around, the house, its glowing memories can you be more specific –what memories exactly?, now engulfed in glowing flames. 2xglowing doesn’t work here in my view
How is this possible?
How could I be seeing myself lying incapacitated upon the floor well, if that is so, give us a full gory visual of the corpse burning to a crisp, please?, how could I see the house burning down? specifics please? Beams crashing? What?
Please no, I'm not ready to die…
The desperation of a seventeen year old boy to comprehend the meaning of his death, my eyes began to dim, the slow realization setting in Incomplete sentence and feels slightly out of POV. I would never fight for Moscow they weren’t going to anyway, they abandoned it, remember?, I would never see Napoleon fall. I would never see the world the same again. There was so much left to do, so much time left to live. It wasn’t fair, I clenched my hands, it wasn’t right, I clamped my teeth down.
I want to be alive!
My hands and body tensed, full of fury and regret, but there was nothing to hit, nothing to destroy, I was nothing, I could do nothing, this anger was to be my final thoughts. anger is singular and sits ill with thoughts plural-rephrase?
“Wrong comma? young one, you are not dead,” A voice bellowed out from the heavens, or perhaps the depths of hell. “Come with me, you will understand soon enough,” it beckoned, here you seem to switch subject from “it (the voice)” to a man, suggest to sort these sentences out, so the subject is clear and grammatically consistent its voice, like a choir of the highest angels, singing in unison to the words this man beseeched imagery confusing, the voice is like a choir accompanying itself?. I wanted to trust him.
I glanced all around me, trying to gauge where I was, who I was, and what was happening, but when I opened my mouth to speak, all that was conjured conjure is not a word I would use for a voice, perhaps “all that came out” or “emerged”? , was my death scream, finally escaping, as my soul escaped this world, for I surely believed, I was no longer living. this ending is good, it echoes the certainty at the end of the first scene, however, if these are two different characters the ‘voice’ is too similar
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