Dear Zebrawatch ;
Thank you for sharing your story "Fighting Fate (Terrible working title)" [ASR] with WDC, I'm happy to have the chance to review your work! This rate and review is offered in the spirit of assistance. Please feel free to ignore any or all suggestions.
What I liked Most
There was no way of knowing how long he had been running, time has no meaning when consumed by complete darkness. There is no sun to rise and set, no clocks to tell you it's quarter past three, just an ever increasing chasm of confusion and despair.
Nice suspense and visual.
Opening Line(s)
I believe your opening line is one line late. You might consider putting line two as the first line, then line one by changing the verbiage a little to make it fit. et.al.~
Escape was impossible, he knew that, but still the fear drove him on deeper and deeper into the darkness; his rapid footfalls echoed throughout the night, the desperation of their owner sounding out with every step. Where he was running to, ...
You jumped out of the third person in the second paragraph writing an "is" when it should have been a was.
There was no sun to rise and set... no clocks to tell you it was a quarter past...
to what glimmer of life he still had had faded eons ago.
to what glimmer of life he still had, had faded eons ago.
I don't know about the word 'eons' either... hours? I mean, had he been running in the darkness for eons, or hours? Above you say there was no sun to rise and set... but there has been no other reference to time. If this is not a person, some description should have come out before now as to what kind of creature he might be, which would allow 'eons' of life.
... tumbling to the floor, ...
I don't know about Oxford English, but tumbling to the floor in America would be in a building or house of some sort, for our use you would need something like tumbling to the forest floor,
Here in America, we generally use terms like... ground, leaf covered ground, or earth...
Just as time no longer had any meaning to him, neither did direction anymore.
Just as time no longer had any meaning to him, neither did direction. anymore.
He knew this is what he had been waiting for, the inevitable consequence of his actions had finally caught up with him and this was the end. First person once again creeping in...
He knew this is was what he had been waiting for, the inevitable consequence of his actions had finally caught up with him and this was the end.
As the orb continued its journey towards him, he realised that all the fear had disappeared and all he was left with was a calm resignation flowing through his veins and arteries. Taking a deep breath in he stepped forward and prepared to meet his foe. I think I'd separate these sentences differently.
As the orb continued its journey towards him, he realised that all the fear had disappeared. and all he He was left with was a calm resignation flowing through his veins. and arteries. Taking a deep breath in, he stepped forward and prepared to meet his foe.
On a Personal Note
Nice story... I want to read more. What IS he running from? Seems like it would be a nice Sci-Fi... The only real problems I saw was your tendency to step out of third person from time to time. Don't worry about this problem, it seems to be my favorite problem also...
Hang in there and finish the story... and let me know what can run for eons? eh? Be blessed, and Write ON!...
The Gospel BluesMan
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