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Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: E | (5.0)
LMAO---again, we seem to be pen-pals. Again, too much similarity (yeah, those Samoas *are* good. They don't door-to-door, here, but camp the entrances to stores, and every trip to the grocery is occasioned by another 5 boxes of them for me, and a Thin Mints for the wife)

I don't have quite the respect for the zeal of the missionaries you do, apparently (actually, I tend to terrify them. I am extremely spiritually and intellectually curious...so I know the books they quote from, and usually end up asking them questions to which they have to resort to the fallback response of "why don't you come join our bible group, and we can discuss that"--missionary-ese for "I got no comeback, and, in fact, probably haven't got a clue about what you just quoted, then asked...so I hope you let me leave, soon!"), but my anecdotal evidence on the Theory of Door Knockings demonstrates that the hypothesis is at least *apparently* sound.

And you're lucky Chase will stay lying on the floor. Mine get eager to meet them, and would, indeed, open the door FOR burglars, if they were able, and thought they might get a Milk-Bone, or even a couple dropped chips and a scratched ear out of it.

One side note, though...might want to avoid sharing them with Chase, in the future. My folks lost their dog, recently, to the kidney failure some forms of chocolate can cause in dogs...and the only chocolate ever in their house was Keebler's Fudge Stripes.
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Review of The Promise  
Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: E | (4.5)
Wistful, and somehow touching, despite the fact that I remain unclear on the actual relationships involved...on the totality of the story being told.

When are you going to start submitting stuff for publication? At the very least, your "observations" should be grouped together, and submitted to online "newspaper" outlets, magazines, and similar periodicals that may pay for bloggers or simple "columns" like your "observations".
You're definitely a publishable writer, who handles material that would get (gets, on here!) read. I can't urge you enough to "go for it!".
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Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: 13+ | (5.0)
Damnit, man! It's starting to look like we're going to be regular correspondents.

I share your views of what "grumpy old men" usually are (though not how they dress, but that's through different personal experience, and probably a difference in environment and geography), though I have to say that the grumpiest one I know (my maternal grandfather, still puttering around, incapable of standing still if he's not snoring, and, at 87 years old, still strong enough to physically best an aggressive 32 year old, self-styled "outlaw biker" renter who refused to be evicted from one of his rental properties) misses your description in two particulars--his wife isn't sweet and charming (though she has an easy laugh, and *does* bake, and cook, very well. Her sense of humor tends to have a bit of a nasty barb in it, though.)--and when it comes to plumbing, he's utterly clueless, though he will create "make-do" solutions (I found out he'd gone two years with filling 5 gallon buckets of water to "flush" the toilets in his house, from the bathtub, because he couldn't figure out how to change the toilet tanks, wasn't going to go out and spend the money on a "new throne", when the "only problem" was the tanks wouldn't hold water (an issue partially his own fault, from trying to fix the stopcocks in them, himself, and doing it incorrectly). But a part of that, the frugality, comes from being a Depression child, a breed we're rapidly running out of. The next generation of grumpy old men won't be able to stand up to the high standards of these gents, I believe.


What's more...I share your suspicion that I am joining this "cult"...across the street are a couple from the same generation as grandad. There are health issues that have restricted them to one floor of a "three story" house (basement/garage doesn't really count, does it?)....so I actively make my kids go offer help, constantly. My boys do their yard for them, because Mrs B (they introduced themselves by first name when we moved in, but I, and I insist my kids, always address them as "Mr and Mrs" though familiarity makes me allow the initial use rather than full name) took great pride in her hedges and garden before her back trouble, and Mr B kept a SPOTLESS lawn...a piece of newspaper blew onto it at 3AM, it'd be history before 5, and God forbid a kid, dog, or even a squirrel desecrate it! My daughter helps cleaning the house a couple times a week, and all three pitch in with me on any repairs or maintenance that needs to be done to the house, itself.

So Mr B is obviously a member of the "cult", and I increasingly find myself not only visiting, talking, and helping out, but agreeing with his view of the world.

So far, the neighborhood dogs leave my yard alone (as do the cats) because of my two dogs being incredibly defensive of my landscaping, but the squirrels still feel free to steal fruit, and deer wander through, nibble the hedges, and "pellet" the driveway, so I haven't got the *whole* neighborhood cowed, yet (some day...SOME DAYYYYY)

I have no problem whatsoever in expecting, once my kids are out of the house, so my own house and lawn aren't legitimate targets of childlike activity, that I'll be one of the "new breed" of grumpy old men--I can't fix newer cars and trucks (motorcycles, chainsaws, lawnmowers...yeah, not this computer-controlled machinery that requires a specialized $5,000 diagnostics machine to tell you there's a bad fuse, though), but if it's electronic, electrical, construction related, or computer-technology related, I'm your man. Today's world being what that is, I suspect I'll get more "old man favors" asked of my skill-set than someone with a talent with motors would, anyhow....

And I catch myself increasingly starting sentences with younger people with the phrase "when I was your age..."
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Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: 13+ | (5.0)
As a former soldier, I have to be more aware than pure civilians...the soldiers aren't the military. Their whole family is enlisted with them.

The only solace is to be aware that your soldier isn't out there fighting for an esoteric like freedom for other people, or for properties to be raided for corporate gain...he is out there, fighting, not for his buddies...but to get home to the two he's actually fighting for.
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Review of The Little Girl  
Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: 18+ | (4.0)
I would have rated it higher, but I couldn't decide between horror and revulsion. had I been able to define which I felt most strongly, or if the two had played off each other, making each all the stronger, I would have had an easier time.

Despite that (and that probably being due to brevity, and shifts between innocent childlike chiding and screeching--maybe bouncing between excited child and petulant child would have worked better?), it was very well written. Any fault in it was in my tastes, not in the capability of you, the author.
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Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: E | (4.5)
LOL...I started in on this story expecting a metaphoric story about America, and, at first had thought I was right.

But instead, you took it to the birthing and growth of critical thinking based on linear logic...which is kind of the reverse of what U.S. public society seems to have done.

Loved the read, even if it sucked me in with false advertising ;).
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Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: ASR | (4.0)
Short, strong, clear.

A bit shy on descriptivism, but that was kind of the point, wasn't it? My own expectations, from the idea of "taken by snapshots" was a detailed "still" of each event, as if going through a picture album, where so much is said, without being said, or even truly noticed, through style, background, expression, and other "minute detail"--but that was MY expectation, not any sort of failing on YOUR part.
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Review of I Wasn't There  
Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: E | (5.0)
Wonderfully well written.

Though my own religious faith, while being what *I* consider to be Christian doesn't quite jibe with a literal interpretation of the Bible, and I don't think God "chose" Christ as a martyr, but that He chose Himself, not as the child "My Father" brought forth, but as the brother of all of "my brothers and sisters" and "if you shall, then you will know as I do", child of man, I love your take on it, and the likening it to the freedoms of an American (quickly dissipating, under our own noses, by our own hands--go figure, I guess Plato was right, and the natural state of man is to desire order be placed upon them, at whatever the cost)

And, as a veteran, of course I absolutely LOVE the recognition of the sacrifice made not only by all soldiers, but of so many of their families, in spilling "seas of blood to keep the shoals of tyranny at bay" (forget whose quote that is, but I love it).

There is quite a bit of work on this site that makes me feel, as a veteran, that what I went through, what I'm still paying for HAVING gone through, what others have paid, was/is completely worthwhile. fair value for the price. I would love, someday, to see a bunch of the writers of such works get together, and submit them collectively to a publisher, and publish them as a book of works "for veterans". This is a piece I'd particularly like to see in such a work.
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Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: 13+ | (4.5)
Well written, if a bit on the maudlin side.

From my point of view, as a conservationist, avid outdoorsman, hunter, and traveler, though, there is nothing "cruel" about nature (though I can certainly see how some perceive it that way).

Had the mother been healthy, and the "drama" of that trio been missing--then she'd have easily made kills...often of mother gazelles, orphaning their fawn in a herd that would not "adopt" them to another mother, as gazelles seem to be aware that motherhood is a "crippling" condition, making the mother slower to escape, in her instinct of keeping her fawn near her. Just as often, slower, clumsier fawn themselves.

And the "cruelty" of nature would simply have been passed down the food chain a rung--and magnified, as she would do this multiple times, in her quest to stay alive, instead of her inability to do so causing the death of three cheetah.

And the death of those cheetah may seem "evil" in nature--but is it any more evil than the later fights to the death with other young cheetah would be, over territorial rights, when those pups grew old enough to be pushed from the nest? Instead, their dying opened up a gap in the area for a new crop of cubs from a healthy mother to move into, without contention.

Nature works as a fine toothed Swiss clockwork mechanism, no cruelty, and no favor to be shown. Every step, suffering or conquest, serves a purpose in the functioning of the whole. Cold, uncaring, both nurturing and crushing, the "machine" must continue turning...and they balances are always kept. And it's amazing, and beautiful, in its workings.


Of course, this is coming from someone who greatly enjoys all aspects of the outdoors, including having made the realization that man has killed off, or driven back, most predators that interfere with his own crops or livestock (or even just his comfortable living), and recognizes that, by necessity of this balance, we have to take the place, in function, of those animals. So I don't just rock and ice climb, or hike and snowshoe, or rappel, or camp, or go out taking wildlife photos. I also hunt, to help run the function of the wolves and cougars we've drive out. And, as a hunter, I do my level best to make a clean and minimally painful kill, of a chosen animal, who has no offspring relying on it, nor is too young itself. But I'm honest about it--there is no "sport" in sitting in a tree with a rifle (which is why I bow hunt, and why I use spot and stalk methods, not tree stands, despite this often making it harder), and "eating anything I kill" doesn't make it noble, OR cheaper (hell, my hunting gear is about $1500 worth of stuff, PLUS the stuff I have to buy every year as spoilable supplies that must be replaced...to bring in a few deer at 90 pounds +/- each, and, IF LUCKY, an elk, plus 3 turkeys a year...I could buy 3/4 of a cow, pre-butchered, cuts of my choice, plus half a dozen turkeys from a farm, dead, plucked, and prepared, for that, as well as a full pig worth of various cuts, most of which would come to me cured, rather than forcing me to go through THAT expensive process, as well)...and keeping trophies isn't "manly" or "traditional", nor does it prove anything beyond "If he lived to be big enough to grow THAT rack, he was a clever, and strong bugger...but I got the best of him"--again, something that says nothing but hot air, considering the disparity of advantages. The ONLY "nobility" involved is in knowing that you are stepping in to do SOME repair to the gaps left in the ecological chain driven by others--often to my own gain.
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Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: E | (5.0)
A wonderful, and well-told, descriptive of what love really is...a willingness to make sacrifices in your own wants, needs, or comforts, so that the other can have theirs.

People so rarely see examples of this, and kind of ignore it, when they DO encounter it. Parents who will skip a meal so their kids don't go hungry, or so that their kids, and the kids' guests eat enough. Husbands who put off buying some needed object, tool, clothing, whatever, making do with something that really doesn't work anymore, so their wife can afford small comforts. Wives who work all day to make the house a pleasant place for her family to be, then run off to an underpaid job, where they get JUST enough hours to prevent them from being "full time", which would force the employer to supply benefits.

Love, really, is a condition where you feel you're doing most of the work, making the hardest sacrifices, and getting the least recognition...and happily do it, anyway.
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Review of Mourning Showers  
Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: 13+ | (4.5)
Rather well done, though the "free crap" line should have made Joanna angry, not chuckle, if the rest of the tone of her thoughts and behavior was to be matched.

The death of a parent is an amazingly hard thing to deal with, and the relation regarding the false sincerity of expressions of sorrow, and offers of "I'll be here if you need anything" hurt like hell, and draw disgust, you are right.

If they were there for you, you didn't have to ask, or be told...you KNOW who it is that will put the hand out, willingly. And you know THEY don't need to be asked.

"I'm sorry for your loss"...why would YOU be sorry for MY loss? Would you be sorry if I'd dropped a $100 bill on the ground, and been shorted rent? Be sorry for what YOU have lost, in their influence in your life. Spare me the pity, you'll never understand my loss, even if you've lost your own parents. Different relationships between different people bring different results.

Well written piece. You might want to check out my own "Ramblings on Horror" article, in the same vein. Or you might not.
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Review of A Silly Story  
Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: E | (3.5)
I like the story as an absurdity, but think the varied use of "silly" is a bit of overkill, and there is no mention of the type of fae involved (assuming that guidelines are being followed, and Sillybilly and Silius are "fae", with the understated insinuation that the fae realm is simply another dimension of being...which is a valid proposition, for these purposes).

Still fun, though :)
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Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: E | (4.0)
How about this for an argument?

It is a given, proven through thus far produced fission and fusion reactions, that mass and energy certainly *are* interchangeable, at a predictable rate of exchange. One cannot create or destroy either, which, I am sure, is part of your argument for there "being no God".

BUT, since it is observable that, though the rate of travel of a wave in the electromagnetic spectrum is measurable, and the attenuation of that wave can be observed, or the wave can even be translated into a different form of the same spectrum, the wave itself doesn't feel the effects of what we would consider the 4th existential dimension...duration. They feel no time, are unaffected by it.

Quantum physics *also* supports these observations, but quantum physics *also* assures us that, through their observations, there are at LEAST eleven dimensions to existence that impugn on our universe, and that it apparently possible for parts of our universe to move through, or be affected by events in, those other dimensions.

That being said, supposing a big bang created our universe, as we experience it. That would require a singularity in a place, when there was no place for it to be, as our structural universe of 4 dimensions regularly experienced could not exist UNTIL the singularity created them by "exploding".

This, by logical extension, means that the singularity existed in another form, in another dimension or dimensions...another referential frame of existence. And, since it has only happened once, by all evidence, and can predictably traced and timed, to give a good estimate of when heat death will occur, collapsing to another singularity, which will then, again, wink out of existence, since there will no longer be physical or durational framework to support it, that the creation of the universe was a deliberated effect flowing from an occurrence in another framework, one of those which we can calculate, but not experience directly.

And this would determine that even if you claim God to be a non-intelligence, after reasoning this, there WAS still a Creator for this universe, and there WAS a Creation event...and, by logic, the singular incidence of this occurrence smells strongly of intelligent manipulation causing this singularity to create 4 new existential dimensions.


Sound fun?
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Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: 13+ | (4.5)
Loved it!
Modern witchcraft laid out as a matter-of-fact, skipping all the 1990's "I'm a Wiccan, see me observe alternative religion" junk, skipping references to the religion, and approaching the practical magic and natural husbandry end. Without, may I add, overdoing it, at all, on the "I have supernatural powers, naturally, I'm a witch!" stuff. I find that VERY refreshing.

Keep writing stuff like this, PLEASE!
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Review of Multivalence  
Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: E | (4.0)
Excellent essay, well written, and well thought out. The personal philosophy is fairly clear, and reasoned well, if one applies their logic deliberately in a given direction, looking to support that individual's beliefs of suspicions.

Personally, I believe art, in any medium, is of a different nature, and that this is demonstrated quite conclusively, in many ways...but the "quite conclusively" is subject to interpretation, I am forced to admit.

"Art", to be recognized by any but professional critics, as art, must stir emotional response in the observer. Emotional responses are *always* subjective, and personal. And they are influenced by society, spiritual belief and philosophy, and personal comprehension and perception of the world and "reality".

What I mean can be described fairly easily. In the relating of a story, a reader must develop empathy for a main character, an ability to relate, and feel sympathy for them. or, in the case of an anti-hero, they must be driven to feel an enmity towards them. Otherwise, the story is not "pleasing" to the reader, and they never reach the suspension of disbelief, never become a part of the story, even as a passive observer. usually, they don't finish reading it.

Their take on the story--their opinion, and what they walk away with, from it, will be different for every reader, and especially with those who actively enjoyed it.

Poetry, to be considered "art" by the average reader, must stir them emotionally with the imagery it forms in their minds, as well as having a rhythm and rhyme scheme that is pleasing to their ear, even if that ear is the abstraction of one, inside the mind.

A painting or picture, or even sculpture, must stir ones emotions to be attractive to observers as "art", and this is, again, subjective. An example of this would be Maplethorpe's crucifix in urine picture that caused such furor...people with an enmity towards religion, or who were religious Christians, reacted with visceral emotion...and were drawn, even if by outrage, to it. Art.

This would also partially explain why artists who are mentally ill produce such effective skills...a mentally ill person does not perceive the world, or reality, the same way others do...and they relate, symbolically, or directly, their version of "reality", to their audience. The difference of perceptions is visible, when this happens. In whatever fashion it is expressed, whether as a literal picture making the description of reality, or whether it is a manipulation of symbols that represented the artist's emotional take, at the time of painting, the normal, and "healthy" observer is able to see "reality" as they percieve it, displayed, but in such a disturbingly different light that it moves them.
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Review of Bumble Boy  
Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: 13+ | (4.5)
Bloody well done. I love the base story of alienated/discovers prodigal talent/loss of the only thing in life progression, no matter how it's presented, so long as it's not done too immaturely, and you took it to a very sophisticated height.

I really can't see much to be improved upon, though it's possible you could go a bit more in-depth as to the escapism, the "lost from the world outside, and taken in to a world of woven music" idea, a little deeper, since this is an emotional evocative story, in nature.


C.
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Review of Trick or Tweet  
Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: 13+ | (4.0)
I love the concept, and you seem to have expanded on it quite a bit. I also got a kick out of naming your central character after a central science fiction hero of multiple other authors...I'm assuming it's a tribute to the Barsoom stories, and Heinlein's "Fictons Universal" closing books (four of his last 5...Cat Who Walks Through Walls, Number of The Beast, Time Enough For Love, To Sail Beyond the Sunset), but if I'm wrong, it's still quite a fun coincidence.

No nitpicking to do, simply an excellent and original carrying out of a fairly original concept.


C.
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Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: 13+ | (3.0)
Well done, though the plot is a bit too predictable. The basic idea has been done many times, but your way of handling it was pretty good in emotional depth and description.
I'd suggest doing a bit of work, throwing a few truly unexpected twists in, here and there, just to leave readers off balance.
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Review of The Sound  
Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: 13+ | (4.0)
Interesting enough borderline "spook story", but it really feels unfinished. That may have been your intention, though/
It really seems to me, however, that it ought to continue enough to show how the sound *continues* to follow him, having incidents that demonstrate whether it is only him that can hear it, or if others can hear it, too, in his presence...or if it goes off schedule, but comes back with a vengeance, when he *tries* to have another person experience it.
The descent into madness you are hinting at is always a fun thing to play with, especially if you have a decent background in progression of delusional psychology.

All in all, I like it, but, as said, would absolutely love to see it expanded on.

C.
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Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: 18+ | N/A (Unratable.)
OK, going to nit-pick on this on basis of historical accuracy, first.

"buckskin" is not usually referred to, in terms of a horse color, in that time...black, roan, brown, dusty, bay, gray, red, and white are traditionals (bay would be what you're looking for...the blond with tinges of red). Appaloosa is a pattern...like a deer fawn's spots, and can come in ANY of these colors.

Western riders who rode "work" horses generally didn't ride geldings...gelds were for sidesaddle and for "easterners", being that the whole purpose of gelding is to take some of the edge off the horse, and make it more docile...cowboys needed aggressive horses, and tended to prefer stallions over mares, but live breeding stock, in either case.

Marshal outranked sheriff. Marshal was a US fed certified position, while sheriff was county. The term "town marshal" is common in western fiction, but generally speaking, it was "town sheriff" or "city marshal", with emphasis on city, as most cowboys had less respect for city than US positions...think jurisdiction hierarchy, a US marshal (a "real" marshal) could follow a criminal throughout the territory, and beyond, if he chose, a city marshal was limited to city limits, a sheriff's posse had to stop at county lines. Cowboys generally only came to town when payday hit (once a month, in most cases) to party away their money.

County jails, for the most part, did not exist, in the west...whatever town/city closest to the apprehension held prisoners, until they were moved to jurisdiction where they would be tried. Granted, that eventually meant they'd end up in the county seat, or possibly, the territorial capital, depending on jurisdiction involved. But such offices as Sheriff's may have shared with the courthouse, or with the town marshal, but not over a designated jailhouse (and it was usually the courthouse)

You're creating a town more like an eastern city...tobacconists were generally part of the general store...not enough business, despite ubiquitous smoking, to support a store specifically for it. Multiple general stores is a rarity...and usually limited to two, owned by rival factions (irish/english, or the like...who won't do business with potential customers of the other group), "emporiums *were* general stores...just ones who also carried high class items...think of the line from the movie "Tombstone" "the latest Paris fashions, straight from San Francisco"...an "emporium" differed from your run of the mill general store in that way. Dry goods stores may or may not have been separated, depending on town size. Feed stores, on the other hand, were OFTEN separate institutions, even in relatively small towns. Grocers were always part of general stores, in the west, though they MAY have had a butchers (not a "meat market")...generally, though, in cow country, folks bought direct, not from a butcher. They'd buy a piece of cow whole, and do their own cutting. Drugs and patent medicines would be from a traveling wagon, or the barber/dentist's, Tack/Saddle/Harness would be part of the livery or feed store, one (usually, if there was a feed store, it was also livery and tack+gear), plenty of other niggling details to pick at, but unless you're talking post-civil-war Kansas City metropolitan, you're going WAY too big for a western town.

A rifle was in a saddle sheath, or holster, not a scabbard...scabbards were for blades, period.

Back in those times, they *never* referred to a Colt .44, as a "Colt .44" because Colt had several .44 caliber models, each designed to take a different round. The most common (and useful) was the Colt Navy, but the shorter Army round was also common, as was the Russian .36 (carried 12 rounds, was a bigger gun with a shorter barrel). "Pepperboxes" were also common, as gambler's guns or ladies' pistols (4 barrel "derringers" with all barrels discharging at once)

All pistols at that time were single action, meaning the hammer HAD to be pulled back before pulling the trigger could do a damned thing.

Fast wasn't usually what won a gun fight (look it up) fastest guy to AIM a shot was. fast general put a round somewhere in the general direction, that's all. MIGHT shake the other guy up enough to line up the second shot...not with experienced fighters, though. The "fast guns" you read about were not all that fast, truthfully (with the exception of Wild Bill...but he spent years AFTER gaining his reputation practicing by riding at a 4X4 post, and fanning the hammer, while at a full gallop, working on a six out of six hits in the top 4 inches of the post), they were just VERY cool headed, and got that first shot off goddamned right. getting the GUN out fast was a psychological thing, in the few cases it was used, but FIRING was, for the named men, usually a much more deliberated thing.


Now, with all of that nitpicking done...the story is well written, and doesn't come off as 60's-70's TV western melodrama, or a John Wayne movie...you might want to make Diamond more human, as he comes across as sort of a "old west superman", the story has DEFINITE promise.


So you know where all of my "factual corrections" come from...civil war, and post civil war expansionist history are HUGE areas of interest for me, not only because I have direct family relations to many of the "big names" through one line or another of my family, but because I'm in the situation Heinlein describes in Tunnel in the Sky...I'm a "romantic", who reads up on all of the adventure history offered, and wish I was there, while it took hard practicality, not romanticism to actually survive and thrive in those times (though I DO kind of straddle the line, with my personal history of behavior and military service)...my family can boast of direct line to Tripps and Luna lines (both fairly known, but not infamous, law-enforcers of Texas and Oklahoma during territorial periods), indirect relation to the James brothers, the Youngers, and Wes Hardin (in case you didn't know, the Jameses were 2nd cousins to the Youngers, who were, in turn, 2nd cousins to Hardin...though they disavowed him, when his behavior became too notoriously immoral)...my relation is through the cousins BETween the James and Younger family...have a family pic with my triple-great grandad in the Northwest Texas Cattleman's Association, with James, and Jesse James, and Jim Younger (Cole was off on his outlawing runs, at the time) in our scrapbook. On Dad's side, Doc Holliday (John Henry of Pennsylvania) had a sister who married the brother of Dad's great grandmother's husband...so his brother-in-law's sister-in-law was in our direct lineage...and more closely, the Cantrell sisters (Queenie, specifically) are direct descendants, via the Cantrell-Moore-Gray line through Virginia-Tennessee-Oklahoma.

Of course, there is plenty of "not notorious" blood involved, but every one of those names are connected to the family line closely enough to cause in-depth research (of course, with such a sparse and dispersed population, pretty much any family that followed the expansionist pioneering has similar connections, either closer, or farther...it was "a small world comprised of great distances")


The funniest thing of all...my maternal-paternal (mom's dad's mother) grandma was Oklahoma's first female police officer (OKC), then first female detective. (Tipps line...*her* grandaddy had been a fairly know shootist and town marshal)

Anyhow, correct those areas, or don't...they're only something a buff like me would notice, I think, the story's good, has plenty of potential.
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Review of Your fault!  
Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: E | (2.0)
Going to be critical, here, not supportive. I'm sorry if that offends you, but it's needed, in my opinion.

This piece lays all problems at the foot of another...but no person can be made a victim without their consent. Take ownership of YOUR part. You CHOOSE to react to whatever action caused it, with sadness, instead of with another emotion...anger, exasperation, frustration, sympathy, rue...these were YOUR options...you CHOSE "sad"...and took on the "victim" roll, yourself.

You CHOOSE to feel bad enough to cry...again, a full spectrum of reactions you could have...you choose one that causes crying, instead of hitting, or smiling to yourself wryly, for falling for whatever was done that you chose to cry about, or for walking away in regret, or even just flat telling them how you feel, and seeing how they react...and if they don't react with an expression of regret and intention to change the behavior, get out.

You CHOOSE to feel pain over their actions...some emotional pain can't be avoided, I'll admit, but allowing yourself to get so distressed is your own choice. Not theirs.

If you're being forced to choose between friends and this person...make your choice, don't blame it on them. OWN it, it was YOU who chose. And it sounds like you DID choose...them, not the friends...not a very good friend, are you?

Control is something granted, not taken...no tyrant ever ruled without his subjects choosing to fail to rebel. When they chose to rebel, they were no longer controlled, and, win or lose, they did so free...their own person.
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Review of PUN-ishment  
Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: E | (5.0)
MOOOOOOOOOAN!

Fairly good stuff, but you missed some opportunities.....he'd of had the basement ship-shape in a matter of hours (granted, shaped like the Titanic), "water you talking about?", "putting a damper on the day" of his plumber.........water puns flow freely, you know....


Sorry, had to add a few of my own in there :)
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Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: 13+ | (4.5)
Incredible use of a fun concept!

I think there would have been more fear, possibly even terror, involved with being the subject of such a phenomenon, than was represented. The confusion was there, and lack of comprehension, but, as the cliche goes, "we fear what we do not understand", and I believe this would have quickly spiraled into outright terror.

Nonetheless, I LOVED it, as was. Great story! What you did with it was wonderful, and your take on it works well, my criticism was simply a note of what *I* would have expected or represented, had I been the one to write it, and I might not have had the success you did at laying out an enjoyable story.
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Review of FOREVER  
Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: E | (4.0)
EXTREMELY well written!
It does, in a way, remind me of other prices I've read, but remains entirely unique in itself, despite riding a theme others have used.
Do you intend to expand on this, tell of those who left "it", or is this the totality of the story, solitary, and alone, as the personality of the narrator is? Either way, it will work, but deserves some more attention, a few re-writings to work out minor "kinks" in the telling.

Thank you for an enjoyable read!
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Review by C Scott Gray
Rated: 13+ | (3.0)
Fair attempt, but quite a bit of "bad science" covered by story-specific jargon.

As a hardcore hard sci-fi fan, a few suggestions:
Earthly plants have no neural structures. Describing flora that WOULD have them, instead of the reactive cellular contraction seen in even our most mobile of plants, would be a good thing, to evade breaking those who know biology at all out of the story.
Suggesting a way your living material can STILL maintain life properties, while being incorporated into an alloy crystal would also assist (may I ask if your life forms are silicone or carbon based? Silicate crystal structures could, indeed, reside in proposed silicate life forms, while carbon crystals, or even carbon-molecule crystalline structures, seem to interfere with life properties, here. Possibly a local plant forms a hard "bark" that contains carbon molecule crystals, that retains its living properties for an unusually long time, and somehow imparts these properties, and fuses with the crystals in the metals during some electrolyzing period of the alloy formation?)

Basically, that sort of stuff is all that leaves me "really" dissatisfied with the tale itself. The rest of my criticisms will probably evaporate with writing and re-writing drafts until it's trimmed down to a smooth story for publication or distribution.
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