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Review by Tadpole1
Rated: 13+ | (5.0)
Hi Apple Blossom,

I just read another contest entry and was saying to myself, "I can see where this is going, just like the last one," but wait -- no -- you tricked me!

Super twist at the end. Most excellent. Grin.

T
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Review of Sovereign Prison  
Review by Tadpole1
Rated: E | (5.0)
Hi A,

Your poem reminds me of a conversation I had with a friend who is a priest and was in charge of a major church in Paris. I said to him that I thought he must be lonely because he was at the top of the pyramid, and at the top, there was only room for one. He gaped at me and replied that that was exactly how he felt.

It is the same for the president of a company. He or she has to distance himself from those working for him and therefore finds himself alone.

Great job!

T
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Review of Pachyderm Love  
Review by Tadpole1
Rated: E | (5.0)
Hi P,

Why am I not surprised that this is excellent?

Just fantastic. Not only were your rhymes interesting, but you literally pulled me straight into your film. Great job!

I love elephants. Did I say that I love elephants? Yes, they are such loving families. The moms, aunts, sisters, and cousins protect their little ones against even the most long-toothed foe, and did you know that the babies even suck their trunks?

Enough of my babbling.

I liked your poem. *Smile*

T
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Review of Destiny  
Review by Tadpole1
Rated: E | (5.0)
Hi D,

This poem is truly emotional. It touched my heart. I remembered a conversation between a mother and her son who was fighting in Afghanistan and thought about it during the entire poem.

The anguish of a loving wife, or husband, left behind and knowing that war is life-changing came through loud and clear.

In addition, you introduced me to Lilibonelle style poems! I love the style. *Smile*

Thank you for sharing!

T


*Gold* My review has been submitted for consideration in "Good Deeds Get CASH!.
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Review by Tadpole1
Rated: 13+ | (3.0)
Hi JA,

You write in what is called the Omniscient Point of View. This is a God-like point of view. This is a point of view where everything is known: what every character is seeing, hearing, thinking, etc.

I write in Third Person Limited Point of View. This means that for each scene, you choose a single character, and everything in that scene happens from this character’s pov. Imagine that there is a tiny cameraman inside the pov character’s head, and he has not only a camera but a big microphone. In this scene, the only things that are seen are seen through the pov character’s eyes. The only things that are heard are heard with the pov character’s ears. The only thoughts that are thought are thought by the pov character. The only things that are smelt are smelt by the pov character. The only things that are felt: hot, cold, wind, rough, smooth, etc. are felt by the pov character. The only internal descriptions (heart racing, pulse pounding, cheeks burning) come from the pov character.

For example: The pov character cannot see what is happening behind him. He could hear it, but he could not see it. Also, he could not know what is happening in another room or across the world. He could not know what another character is thinking. He can assume what another person is feeling by interrupting the body language.

Omniscient: (Two points of view: Officer Brooks AND his partner’s)

Officer Brooks crawled into the boiling squad car and sweat broke out on his forehead. Dang. It’s hot in here. He gaped at his partner.

Why didn’t you turn the AC on?”

His partner shrugged. I didn’t want to. It’s bad for the environment, and besides, you wouldn’t have turned it on for me. Sweat wet his underarms, but he didn’t care.

He shrugged. “I wasn’t hot.”

Third Person Limited: (Only from one pov: Officer Brooks)

Officer Brooks crawled into the boiling squad car and sweat broke out on his forehead. Dang. It’s hot in here. He turned the AC up and gaped at his partner.

“Why didn’t you turn the ac on?”

His partner shrugged. “I wasn’t hot.”

Why write in the Third Person Point of View? It is less confusing, and it helps for the reader to become more involved with the scene’s pov character. It is possible to change pov character when there is a new scene.

Other comments about the chapter:

Grammar: Nothing jumped out at me in chapter 1. This is a treat.

Style: Generally speaking, try not to use repetitions of ideas, phrases, or words. Try to use synonyms if a word occurs in nearby sentences.

If by chance, you rewrite chapter one in Third Person Limited, send me an email, and I’ll glance at it.




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Review by Tadpole1
Rated: 18+ | (5.0)
Hi Jeff,

I'm blown away. How do you do it? Fifty-two books? One every single week?

Simply amazing!

T
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Review of But I'm Driving!  
Review by Tadpole1
Rated: 18+ | (4.5)
Hi A,

You have read several of my little flash fictions, so I thought that I should pop over and return the favor.

Thanks for the chuckle -- *Smile* and -- in under 70 words.

Children say the darndest things. Grin.

T
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Review by Tadpole1
Rated: 18+ | (3.5)


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Hi everyone. Any of my comments or suggestions are just that: comments or suggestions. They are always given with respect and the hopes that they will be helpful. If you don’t agree with them, just ignore them; after all, you know what is best for your story. *Smile*

What I liked best: The moments of tension and the innocence.

Plot:

Brian goes to several bars. In the end, he meets a girl and dances with her, but he remarks Judy. After a while, he and Judy dance, and she takes him home with her. He makes love for the first time and believes that they are now boyfriend and girlfriend. He goes home to find that his bike will soon be fixed. He stays home while his parents leave and thinks about his upcoming date with Kathy.

Pacing: Generally slow
Tension: There are a few areas of tension, but it could really be ramped up. There's lots of material here for it.
Hook: Not great

Style & Voice -- Concerning style: My comments will assume that you would like to write either in first person or third person limited. However, I would like to point out that many, if not most, of the books that I have bought recently use the omniscient point of view. Ultimately, style is the author's choice.

Style: There were a few point of view slips, but generally the pov was good.
Style: Always start a new paragraph when there is new dialogue and when a different person is doing something.
Style: Avoid repetition.
Style: Try to look for synonyms for "walk" and "look." There are many to choose from.
Style: Show don't tell. See below.

Scene/Setting: The setting was light. I could have used a bit more mixed in with action, but it was okay. No problem.

Characters:

Brian: A young fireman who is sweet and innocent. He makes love for the first time. He is thoughtful about women. He is strong and obviously attractive: although, he doesn't know it. Good.

Girl: nothing much about her - flat
Judy: An older woman, mother, with protective brothers. She teaches Brian about sex, but she does not appear serious about him. It looks like she is using him. We don't know what she looks like. Is she taller than Brian? Does she have huge breasts? Tiny ones? Are her eyes like his favorite game character? Green? Blue? Is her hair long? Short? Spiked?
Lynn: The girl Brian is really interested in, but she already has a boyfriend.
Craig: Judy's son
Kathy: A girl with whom Brian has a date, but he is not really interested in her.
Parents: Kind and caring.

Grammar: Please see line by line review.

When you join two independent clauses (sentences) with a conjunction (and, so, but, yet) use a comma to separate the clauses.

Sentence 1, and sentence 2.
We sprinted, and we collapsed.

http://owl.english.purdue.edu/owl/resource/607/02/...
http://www.englishgrammarsecrets.com/questionstags...
http://www.grammar-monster.com/lessons/which_that_...
http://wps.ablongman.com/long_faigley_penguinhb_1/...
http://grammartips.homestead.com/compoundsentences...

Just My Personal Opinion: *Smile*

Hi Bruce,

I saw that you were requesting a review and decided to take the plunge. Grin.

I like the sincerity and the innocence of the young man. Men start as little boys and slowly grow into men. They have the right to their innocence and to take their time before their first experience.

There is a lot of potential to take this chapter from a good chapter to a great one. Try to add more tension from the very beginning. This will increase the pace.

Show. Don't Tell: Try to use more active verbs, avoiding the passive tense (was / were). This will also help increase the pace.

Example:

Telling: I was sitting there when she came in, and then I got up. (was)

Showing: She strutted in, swinging her hips and tossing her hair, heading in my direction. I sprang up from the bar stool, my heart pounding. (Notice the strong verbs. This one is much more active. Which one do you prefer?)

I hope that this is helpful. *Smile*

Tad
Tadpole1
Chapter 19





I walked into the small room of The Ring O'Bells at five to eight and was surprised to find it empty. I went to the bar to get a drink while I decided what to do.

Albert walked out from a back room. "You're on your own tonight, lad," he said. "That Badger has gone off to some club in Manchester."

"Kenny been in?" I asked. This is fine. No problem. However, it is possible to give an action and a bit of setting instead. For example:

"Kenny been in?" I climbed onto the barstool and laid my keys on the black countertop.





"Liverpool," Albert said as he put the pint of bitter onto the bar. This is fine. However it is possible to shorten it.

"Liverpool." Albert put a pint of bitter (on the bar) in front of me.


I thought about going to Minstrels. I could always have a drink with the local lads. On the other hand comma I could just call down to The Kings Arms, but I thought on how I had not been in Kings for almost a year and I might not know anyone in there now. I finished my beer and decided to set off to Minstrels.

The resident band was still playing when I walked into the club. I went to the bar looking for a familiar face to spend the evening with and although I received a few casual greetings from people I knew vaguely, there was nobody I knew well enough to spend time with. I sat for a while before spotting a girl that I knew from Locksford comma and I walked over to ask her for a dance.
Pace: slow for the moment


She was a vigorous dancer comma and I didn't try to talk to her while we danced, not just because the music was loud, but because she was enjoying her dancing too much to be distracted. telling

The group finished playing comma and I asked the girl to join me for a drink at the bar. I ordered the drinks and glanced around the club as the disc jockey began his session. I noticed Judy dancing with two other girls not far away from me comma and it surprised me because I had not noticed her coming into the club. Judy saw me looking and gave a wave before turning away again.

I'll try to put something about the commas under the section grammar, so I'll ignore them from here on.

Pacing: still slow


"I haven't seen you in town for a while," the girl said. "None of the gang knew what happened to you and we all thought that you had moved away or something."

"That sergeant done me for drinking under age again. I thought I'd better keep out of the way till I was eighteen. I didn't want to get done again, so I've been going in The Ring O'Bells and sometimes up here."

"The Ring O'Bells. I thought that was an old man's pub."

"Well it's nothing like Kings, but you do get a few lads in there."

The girl finished her drink. "You can take me home later if you like." Really? "The girl" said this?

I liked the girl, but I had lost all interest in her after noticing Judy in the club. "I'm meeting someone later."

"Oh, well, I'm usually in Locksford Saturday nights. You'll have to come and see me one night." She reached over to kiss me. This wasn't the first time we had kissed and we remained locked in the caress for a few moments until she moved away, smiled, and walked back to her friends.

If they had kissed before, wouldn't she have a name?


I glanced over towards Judy again. I thought I would have another drink before going to ask her for a dance. Because of our age difference, I was slightly nervous about asking her and I was not sure that she would want to spend the rest of the evening with me. I sat at the bar looking up at the foreign bottles on the top shelf, wondering what kind of drinks they contained. It suddenly went dark as I felt a pair of soft warm hands across my eyes.

Suggestion: delete slightly
Repetition: ask, asking


"Guess who, darling?" She said. Suggestion: a sexy voice said, a teasing voice said, something to give us a hint about her.

I knew who it was. The distinct aroma of her Avon cream perfume was filling my head. telling "Cinderella,"

I replied. Unneeded and could be dropped.

"Well that'll do me," Judy said and she sat on a bar stool next to me. "Just thought I'd pop over to see how Linda was settling in at her new house. I would have come over earlier, but I didn't want to impose while you were with your new girl, did I?"

How does Judy know that it was a new girl?

Did she just sit on the bar stool? Did she slide onto the barstool and cross her slender legs? Did she toss her hair back and cross her legs?


"No she's not my girl, she's just a mate."

"Oh, do all your mates kiss you like that?"

"She's always like that, but there's nothing in it, honest."

It's all right, darling. I'm not your mother, you know. Anyway, how does Linda like her new house?"

"She loves it. She said she'd call over to see you one day when she's more settled. Do you want a drink while you're here, Jude?" What about: "Can I buy you a drink while you're here, Jude?"

The friendly smile dropped from Judy's face. "What! question mark instead of exclamation mark How frigging dare you exclamation mark instead of comma ," she yelled.

"What?" I said, looking totally bewildered about her sudden hostility towards me. "What did I say?"

"You called me Jude, nobody frigging calls me Jude, nobody."

Pace: picking up – good
Tension: picking up – good


"I'm sorry, I wouldn't do anything to annoy you. I'm so sorry, semicolon or period I didn't know."

"Well you know now, don't you?" She looked away for a moment and then looked back at me. Although she still looked angry her attitude towards me changed again. "Look I'm sorry, it's sorry. It's just bad memories for me that's all, but maybe I shouldn't have taken it out on you. You weren't to know, were you?"

"That's all right," I said. "But at least I frigging know now, don't I," I said, almost shouting. I started laughing and felt relieved when Judy joined in with me. "Unusual to see you in here on a Sunday?" I said.
Repetition: I said.
Suggestion: Instead, give us an action.


"Well there's no point going to the bingo now that Linda's gone off to Locksford, is there?"

"I thought a crowd of you went."

Pace: Slow. So far, he danced with one girl, left her, and spoke with Judy. Judy got made because he called her Jude. Now they are talking about bingo. This is not super exciting. However, it could be with more sexual attraction (tension) between him and the first girl. The same thing with the new girl. Maybe a bit of jealousy?


"Yeah, but it's bloody boring anyway, I only used to go to keep Linda company. Anyway, I knew you came here on Sunday's and I thought I'd catch up with you to see how you all were. Not only that, we can go to Top Rank for a coffee, like you promised, can't we?"

When he is in the first bar, he could be thinking about her. Maybe he could be nervous about what her reaction would be if he saw her. This might help to build tension.


I was a bit surprised, but I was not sure if the grin on her face meant she was genuine or just kidding me along. Nevertheless, I felt frustrated because my bike was still being repaired. "The bike's in the garage, but I can get you a drink here, if you like?" telling

So the pov character is young. He is barely eighteen. He does not have a car. He has a bike. He is in the army. How did he get from one bar to the next? Did he take the tube? I wouldn't write a paragraph about this. I just noticed.


The Disc Jockey began to play an old Buddy Holly song. Judy took hold of my hand. "No, come on I love this record. Come and have a dance with me?" We went to the dance floor and Judy tried to jive with me, but because I had no experience of the dance she soon gave up and we danced a few feet away from each other.

I glanced down a few times at the length of her dress. It wasn't as short as usual and I wondered if what Badger had said about her lack of underwear were true. Mystery. Nice.

The record ended and I thought we would go back to the bar for a drink, but the disc jockey began playing a slow love song and Judy linked her fingers behind my neck as she began an intimate dance. I held her close to my body and it excited me to feel the softness of her breasts pressing against me. My hands were resting above the back of her hips. She felt warm and the thin material of her dress was enhancing the feel of her soft flesh. When I closed my eyes, it gave me a fantasy that she was naked. I was jolted back to reality when I felt the fastener of her suspender on my leg. This was no fantasy, this was better, this was real, exciting and sensual. She began to tease me and I became more excited as she gently bucked her pelvis against me while pulling on the back of my neck as if she were simulating lovemaking. All the time the fragrance of her cream perfume was teasing my senses further. The record finished and Judy moved away grinning as she looked down at my trousers. tension – good

"Well, who's a bit frisky then?" she said. "I think we'd better stop, don't you, before you wet your pants?"

I blushed as we walked to the bar knowing that she had noticed my arousal, and surprised that she had mentioned it. Judy bought the drinks despite my protests. I smiled at her insistence and sat back on my stool, looking at her

trance-like, pov: I didn't realize that he was the one that was trance-like. I thought that it was her.

captivated by her presence as she paid the barman. nice paragraph

"Well, what do you do then?" she asked.

"When?" I replied. asked

Judy looked at me and laughed. "What do you do; no semicolon where do you work?"

"Oh sorry," I said, feeling a bit foolish. "I'm a fireman down at the loco shed." Oh. I thought that he was military, but I probably would know from earlier chapters.

"Oh, that's right. I remember Linda telling me now. That's why you do all those weird shifts. What shift are you on tomorrow then?"

"It's my rest day tomorrow."

"That's handy," she said, and gave me a smile. "Badger's mate, Tommy Hutchins, works there as well. You'll know him then?"

"Yeah, he's a good mate of mine. He's married now."

"Yeah I know, married that Vivien hussy. He could've done better than that, you know?"

"She's all right," I said, but my thoughts were not for Vivien. I was thinking of the earlier dance with Judy. I couldn't seem to get it out of my mind and I wanted to get back onto the dance floor with her. I thought of her body moving against mine and the way she danced in a sensual, teasing and almost obscene way. "Shall we have another dance?" I said. asked

nice inner thoughts


"No thanks, darling, I'm a bit tired."

I noticed her empty glass on the counter and quickly finished my drink. "Do you want another drink then?"

"Not really. I think I'll go home and have an early night for a change. You don't mind, do you?" Judy made no attempt to get up and leave, she just sat waiting, while I sat disappointed, thinking that our time together was about to end. "Well, are you gonna ask me then?" she said.

"Ask you what?"

"Ask me, if you can walk me home."

"Yeah, of course. Can I… Will you let me walk you home?"

Judy laughed as she stood up. "Well that's really nice of you, darling, thank you."

Suggestion: Judy stood up and laughed.


I took Judy's hand as we left the club and set off on the ten-minute walk to her house. She grinned at me as if holding hands surprised her.

She had not done that since her teenage years Change of point of view. He cannot know what she had done since her teenage years.

and she squeezed my hand briefly as a sort of acknowledgement of her nostalgic delight.

Repetition: as


We turned into an area of small terraced houses and began the short walk to the cul-de-sac where Judy lived. "I've hardly stopped dancing tonight," she said. "My legs are really aching."

"I'll carry you home if you like."

"Don't be daft. You couldn't carry me all the way home, could you?"

"Do you wanna bet?" nice

Judy began laughing. "Well go on then, big boy." I bent down and picked her up, putting her over my shoulder

like a sack of potatoes. Cliche. Since he is a fireman, maybe he could think something related to his job. He's probably carried heavier men and woman before.

"No, Brian, not like this. I meant you to carry me in your arms." New paragraph now because she is the one who just spoke. I started to run along the pavement. Start a new paragraph when she speaks. "Stop it, Brian. Will you put me down?" Another new paragraph here. But I ignored her and carried on running to the corner of her road before dropping her back onto the pavement. new paragraph "You bloody fool," she said between her laughter.

We were still giggling when we arrived at her door and I noticed a man at the house opposite peering out from behind the curtains of his bedroom window.

"You've got a nosy neighbour over there. He'll probably complain about the noise," I said, turning to watch Judy search her bag for her door key. She looked at me and smiled before raising her dress, showing her knickers and the flesh above her stocking top while turning to look up at the man. The effect was immediate and the man quickly moved away from the window. "Bloody hell," I said. "That's a bit rude."

"Well I've done him a favour really. The dirty old sod's probably playing with himself now, isn't he?"

I stood

looking , staring – or maybe - , gaping

at her, amazed, stunned almost by her comments. She opened the door and

walked "Walked" is like "looked." There is a wide choice of synonyms or phrases to describe the action. Swung her hips, ambled, strutted, slunk, took her high heels off and tiptoed… Aren't they more interesting?

down the passage. "Well do you want to come in?" she called back. I felt strange as I walked in, knowing that she lived alone and not with her parents like the other girls I usually walked home. I walked into the back living room and saw a young girl asleep in the armchair. Judy woke her up, took out some money from her purse and gave it to the girl. She looked over to me. "Sit down, Brian. I won't be a minute. I've just got to see Heather to her door."

repetition: walked x 3
Suggestion: I thought that the young girl was her daughter. Maybe babysitter? Teenaged girl? Girl about thirteen?


I sat on the sofa and bounced up and down gently as if testing the springs. This is where it all starts, I thought, picturing myself in an embrace with Judy. My thoughts went back to Sandra, the girl I met on the date Kenny had arranged for me, but I was feeling better about it all with Judy. I would be quite happy for her to be my seductress. I bounced on the sofa again. I'll see how it goes, I thought. We'll start necking for a while and then if Judy's willing I'll go through with it this time. I could feel my heartbeat speed up as I heard the front door close. I gripped my hands together tightly, trying to stop myself from shaking. The sound of her footsteps walking up the passage seemed extra loud as I sat in complete silence. I could hear nothing else.
Well done. We can really feel that this is his first time. His innocence is sweet.

Style: Sometimes less is better. Maybe delete: tightly and complete.


The door opened and Judy

walked Walked was just used. Can you find a synonym?

into the room. She stood on one leg and slipped her shoe off, tossed it over onto the armchair and then did the same with the other one. She looked down at her stocking covered feet and wiggled her toes. "Ooo that's better." She

walked Walked was just used. Can you find a synonym?

over to me. "Well get up then," she said abruptly.

I stood up wondering if I had done anything wrong, thinking that she was going to ask me to leave.

She took hold of my hand. "Come on," she said. "Shall we go up to bed?"

The instant shock caught me like a shovel hitting me in the face. I could feel panic starting to run through my body. "I'm a bit dry, how about a cup of coffee first?" I said, trying to look genuine. Well done. This feels honest and sincere.

She smiled and then winked at me. "We'll have some coffee later." She led me to the passage and up the stairs. She still held onto my hand as she opened the bedroom door and

I was noticeably trembling telling

as Try not to use "as" too often.

she led me in.

Repetition: led x 2




I opened my eyes at ten o'clock in the morning to the sound of The Troggs playing on the radio downstairs. I was momentarily confused after waking up in someone else's bed, but then a huge grin beamed across my face as I remembered the intimate and passionate lovemaking that had kept us up until the early hours of the morning. I got out of bed with a smile like a permanent feature on my face. There was an aroma of fried bacon drifting into the room making me feel hungry and I dressed quickly and walked out of the bedroom just as Judy was halfway up the stairs. Pleased with myself, proud almost, I was expecting a comment from Judy about our night of passionate lovemaking.

"Oh good," she said, and then hurried back down. "Well I hope you want a cooked breakfast, lover boy," she shouted back.

I followed her into the living room and looked down at the boy playing on the floor realising I wouldn't get much attention while her little boy, Craig, was there. We chatted over breakfast and I felt frustrated because we couldn't discuss the previous night. I thought about bringing it up, Craig would probably not understand what we were talking about, but I decided against it. If Judy had not said anything, then she would probably get annoyed if I did.

Did one of them brush against the other? Was there some physical demonstration of affection? If not, did he miss it?


After breakfast I messed about on the floor playing with Craig while Judy tidied up in the scullery. I liked the little boy and Craig seemed to have taken to me too. I felt content and felt as if I could stay there forever.

"You'll have to leave now, Brian," Judy said as she walked into the room. "I'm going out." She had brought my jacket from the back door peg and dropped it onto the armchair.

"I'll come with you if you like," I said. "I don't mind."

"No, I'm going to my mother's."

"I'm sure your mum don't bite."

"No, but my brothers do, and you don't want no trouble with them, do you?"

I put on my jacket, all the time looking at Judy, thinking of the wonderful experiences of the previous night and wishing that we could return to the bedroom. I watched Judy putting her son in his pushchair and knew it wasn't to be.

We left the house and walked up to the corner of the cul-de-sac. Walked again.

"Well, I'm off across the common. I'll see you soon, Brian."

I put my arms around her and tried to kiss her, but she pushed me away.

"Don't, Brian, people are watching, you know?"

I looked down at the pushchair and saw Craig looking up at me. I smiled at the boy and then looked back at Judy. "Can I see you tonight?"

Looked x 3


"No, Brian, I've got something on."

"Well when then?"

"I'll be about. I'm not going anywhere, am I? Look, I've gotta go. I'm really late." Judy gave me a smile and walked off. Walked again.

I called after her. "I can meet you in The Ship one night, or I'll pop round here, if you like."
New paragraph
She put her hand up, but didn't answer. I couldn't wait to see her again, and I set off back to Locksford with my mind buzzing with thoughts and images of the previous night. I knew I had strong feelings for Judy, after our night of passion, and I was glad that I had a special woman like her as my girlfriend.

His naivety is sweet.


I was feeling terrific. I didn't want to go home just yet and decided to call for a drink at the Railway Hotel, knowing there would be none of my friends in The Ring O'Bells, but there was were sure to be some a few lads from the locomotive depot in the hotel. The late night of passion plus the lunchtime drinks with my workmates made me drowsy and when I set off home on the bus, I found it difficult to stay awake. I looked over at The Meadowview estate as the bus went past and remembered my date with Kathy. I didn't really want to meet her now that I had Judy, but I thought it would be unfair to let her down again. I would meet her, but I would have to tell her that it was a mistake or something. However, I didn't really want to two-time Judy and wondered if she found out, would she finish with me without giving me a chance to explain. It was a dilemma, but I knew I couldn't stand Kathy up again. It just wasn't right. I would meet her, have a quick drink in a quiet pub and take her home. After all, Lynn was the one I was really interested in, but she was courting and now that I was as well, Kathy didn't fit in anywhere.
Oo, he's all over the place with the girls. This adds mystery.

Be careful about repetition, not only with words in the same paragraph, but also throughout the entire chapter. Be careful of repeating phrases or ideas as well. The word passion was used often in the chapter.


I got off the bus at the village and walked down to my parents' terraced house. I walked into the small front garden and looked at the spots of oil on the paving stones where my motorbike should be. As I walked into the house I could smell dinner cooking and knew my mother would have put some dinner on for me.
Walked x 3


"Oh, so you've decided to come home then?" my father said.

"I wish you would let us know when you're planning to stop out all night," my mother called from the kitchen. "We've been worrying all day about you."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I had a bit too much to drink and stopped at Kenny's house again. Dinner smells good."

"It won't be long, another ten minutes or so."

"That motorbike fellow called last night," my father said. "He said the bike will be ready tomorrow and he'll drop it round."

I smiled, it should have been the best of news for me , but thoughts and images of intimacy with Judy were dominating my mind. telling

We enjoyed a feast of liver, bacon and all the trimmings. It was as usual, a large meal and I felt bloated. I sat on the sofa relaxing while my parents got ready to go and visit my sister Linda. I thought about going with them, but I was tired and decided to stay at home and have a sleep on the sofa before getting ready to meet Kathy. This leads us into the next chapter, but perhaps it could be done with a bit more tension.

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Rated: 13+ | (4.0)
Hello Fruitseller or should I say Beans? Wait, are beans a fruit?

I enjoyed your chapter.

What I liked best: The chuckles. Good job!

I also liked the fact that the chapter was very close to the Point of View Character's point of view. Grin.

There were lots of fun ideas.

How could it be improved? Well, spellcheck might catch a few things. Otherwise, rereading. I believe that "savor" was spelled "savior."

I actually "listened" to the chapter with a free program that I downloaded from Natural Reader.

There was a very good and humorous use of repetition, but a few repetitions might be better as synonyms.

As a help for the reader's eye, I suggest inserting a blank line between paragraphs. How? Open the chapter up with EDIT. Go down to ADVANCED. Click on ADVANCED. Choose Double Space Paragraphs. Go down to SAVE AND REVIEW. That's it. Grin.

Thank you again for the chuckles. *Smile*

T

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Review by Tadpole1
Rated: E | (3.5)
Hello

I am reviewing your post because I received a review request.

First, I did not actually "read" it because the huge, black block of text was not inviting, so I "listened" to it with an application that I have.

The beginning paragraph that you wrote felt sincere and from the heart. I could hear your (the writer's) voice very well. There was tension / emotion. Good job!

The copied paragraph and song were not original works, so I don't have a comment for them.

Suggestions: White space.

White space is very important to readers. Our poor eyes need to see paragraphs and indentations.

I suggest going through the paragraph and looking for places where it could be divided to lure the reader's eye into delving into the text because the voice is good.

Thanks for sharing!

T
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Review of ABANDONED  
Review by Tadpole1
Rated: 13+ | (4.5)
Hi Geoff,

As I was reading, my critical mind said, "find a synonym for walk," but my emotional mind told the critical one to be quiet because your words were taking me on an emotional journey. I held my breath as I read the end of the poem.

Very emotional. Great job!

I visit a big city often, and my heart breaks when I see the mothers with their children. More and more families are living in the streets. It is always the children that pay. Single mothers suffer as well.

Thank you for taking me on this journey with your poem.

T

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Review of Purgatory  
Review by Tadpole1
Rated: 18+ | (4.5)
Hi ya, Colin,

I am actually reading Danté's Purgatory, so your title caught my attention. Good hook. I started enjoying the read right away -- I was hooked.

What I liked best: lots of little smiles -- the humor.

Pace: Good. I never got bored.

Tension: I'll say yes, because I kept wanting to read.

Grammar: Oops. Several mistakes. See below. The biggest one is a repeat. Woman is one lady. Women is MORE than one lady. Careful.

Just my opinion: I enjoyed it.

What could be better: I would give your point of view character a name.

Below: I have copied lines with typos and given suggestions in blue.

Thanks for sharing!

Tadpole1

he kind of empty black void around him was to open. too open

feel as drops of sweet trickled down his sides sweat

"I thought you might now?" might know

between a fat women flipping woman

breeze less island paradise I would write: breezeless

the sausage finger women. woman

The room was a simple Doctors office doctor's office

“That’s me,” He said to an aging women woman

“I’m dead!” he explained exclaimed
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Rated: E | (4.0)
Hi AB,

I enjoyed your poem. It reminded me of Danté's Divine Comedy.

Keep writing,

T
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Review by Tadpole1
Rated: 13+ | (4.0)
Hi, JP,

I enjoyed your short story.

Plot: Bill mans the island's tollbooth, and a strange car pulls up. No one is inside. A skeletal creature appears inside the tollbooth and scares Bill. In fact, the scary being is actually just paying the toll. Bill decides that he would rather go on vacation than wait for the apparition to return and pay to leave the island.

Grammar: Try using Word's spell check. It will catch a few things for you.
Setting: The setting was eerie with the night fog on the bridge.
Confusion: I think of a tollbooth as very small, but the action made it seem like there was more room inside, with the two beings, than I imagine could be possible.
Characters: Bill a middle-aged man with a belly who mans the tollbooth. We can feel his fear.
The creature who scares Bill, but who is just paying the toll.

Just my opinion: I could feel the eerie fog creeping in. I really liked the tension where Bill was frightened. It kept me wanting to read on. I enjoyed the end as well. Nice job.

Thank you for sharing!

T




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Review by Tadpole1
Rated: 18+ | (3.0)
Hi ya, Josh,

There were lots of good things in this short story.

What I liked best: The short trip into space with the original ideas.

Character: I was beginning to get a feel for the character.
Tension: There were places with a bit of tension.
Grammar: Pretty good.
My overall opinion: At the end, I did not feel satisfied. I don't have any suggestions, but the ending needed something more.

Thank you for sharing!

T *Smile*
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Review of Unrequited  
Review by Tadpole1
Rated: E | (4.0)
Hi Nabelle,

I love poems that rhyme!

You hooked me with the first stanza. It flowed well and felt sincere. I lived this passage as well when I was younger.

How could it be improved? In the last stanza, there are two lines that don't rhyme.

Suggestion: Replace "behind" by a word that rhymes with "side." "Behind" is already used earlier.

A site that I often use is

http://www.rhymezone.com/

It helps find rhyming words, but I often use the "definition" and "related words" options. Check it out.

A couple of words that come to mind which rhyme with side are: hide and lied,

Thank you for sharing!

Tadpole1

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Review of The Wish  
Review by Tadpole1
Rated: E | (4.5)
Hi YellowRose,

This was a beautiful little piece. With just a few words you were able to invoke emotion.

Thank you for sharing!

Tadpole1
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Rated: 13+ | (3.5)

Parker - Copperheads of Ouachita

Hi everyone. Don’t be surprised if I rank your story / chapter a 3.0 or a 3.5. It just means that it’s a good draft, but with a little work, it could be excellent. I don't give very many 4.5s or 5.0 unless I think the work is almost perfect. Any of my comments or suggestions are just that: comments or suggestions. They are always given with respect and the hopes that they will be helpful. If you don’t agree with them, just ignore them; after all, you know what is best for your story. Keep Writing! *Smile*

Title: Copperheads of Ouachita
Genre: short story
Author: Parker

What I liked best: The hopeful ending

Plot: Joe Marciano stands up for himself in prison, and by doing so, helps decrease racial tensions.

Scene/Setting: I didn't think that he could actually stand on the prison fence. Otherwise, I could imagine it well enough.

Characters: Joe grew from being afraid to standing up for himself.

Grammar: Please see line by line review.

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Just My Personal Opinion:

Hi Parker,

Congratulations on posting your first story. Thank you for sharing!

Wow! This is a story filled with hope. After I finished reading, I had a happy feeling.

How do I think it could be better? The story itself is good. I would suggest spell-checking to help find the little errors.

Whenever a new person speaks, make it a new paragraph.

Is the title right? Isn't the story more about Joe than the Copperheads?


*Smile*
Thanks for sharing!

Tadpole1
Tadpole1

There were several large gangs within the prison,

persisting Is this the word you meant?

of separate demographics that very rarely dared to venture outside the boundaries of their territory. The yard of this large southeastern penitentiary called Ouachita, after a local Indian tribe, was split into islands, as if sojourning into an unusual section would render an immediate trip to the electric chair that already awaited so many. Hundreds of rapists, robbers, and thieves all in a yard little more than half the size of a football field. The

guards apathy guards' apathy

toward the gangs and violence was not from lack of honor, as many times they would interject into mass brawls that would leave several inmates dead, but from the realization that all their efforts to rehabilitate these masses were futile.

One man who was

an outlier I don't recognize this word.

within this prison was a quiet,

rough looking ?? rough-looking ??

man by the name of Joe Marciano. From the time he initiated his sentence at Ouachita it seemed as if he did all of the wrong things in this place. Namely, attempting to actually be rehabilitated. He had yet to fight or be sent to solitary, and would likely be out in a year,

previously Is this the word you meant?

serving two. He was sentenced because he had been tangled in a web of money laundering
and fraud in a corrupt business, trying to make some extra money so his children and wife would not have to continue to live in

squander. squalor

Joe served as the scapegoat in this mess, while most of the affluent, high class men bought their way to freedom so they could go on using expendables such as Joe for their schemes, turning their already great fortunes into greater ones, with the bottom rung peasants scratching for a few extra dollars to keep their water from being shut off.

All Joe’s life he had been the victim of men with greater sway than him. But now, a new threat was about to impose itself upon Joe in a different form, the likes of which he had never seen. Nice hook

Prior, the gangs of separate races were mentioned, and naturally, if Joe did not want

to be indefinitely killed, Is it possible to be "indefinitely" killed? *Smile*

he would have to join the gang of white supremacists. In truth, not many of them were white supremacists, but forced to conform with the law of the land, which in this case was either join your particular gang or soon be killed, forcing these men to view the black clan as evil. The white gang had smaller pockets of more polarized hatred, some more violent than others. Such as the Copperheads, a small but

volatile Is this the word you meant?

group that consisted of

generally killers, ???

several of which should have been committed to maximum security insane asylums. One of the Copperheads, an imposing force of a man named Billy Sampson, controlled every one and thing within the White Supremacists. He was in for the malicious murder of his wife and child, sentenced to death, but appealed and received a double life sentence. He stood at 6 feet 4 inches and weighed close to 260 pounds of muscle. Normally child murderers such as this would be killed days

into setting foot ?? within setting foot ??

at Ouachita, but not a soul dared cross Billy Sampson. He had stabbed many men in his time at Ouachita, killing four. It was just recently that it had came to his attention a man they say was named Joe Marciano was unaffiliated with his gang or any of their wretched allies. This did not sit well with Billy.

Joe was not an imposing force like Billy, and at 5 foot 8, he went unnoticed while in prison.

He often would stand on the edge of the fence separating him from the outside world, looking out toward the woods beyond the large field of tall grass. Could he actually stand on the edge of the prison fence?


He would stand in the dirt of this yard looking out, hoping that he could get out and see his family once again. He desperately wished they would not think themselves better off without him, though in the back off his mind he knew this to be true.

This is where Lane Thomas and Jim Clayton found Joe on this sweltering summer day. Gazing into the field that would put his mind at ease. Thomas moved forcefully toward Joe, Joe completely oblivious to the men approaching. Thomas stopped a few yards away from Joe and shouted, “ Joe Marciano!” Joe turned and noticed these men looking at him with

the a typo

great hatred in their eyes. The entire group of men to their left were watching with intent.

“Come here!” Thomas said. Start dialogue on a new line.

Joe hesitated not quite sure of what business they had with him.

“Now asshole!” Clayton shouted to him. Dialouge plus the action that identifies the speaker need a separate line. I am adding blank lines as I review. Maybe there were there before posting?

Joe began to

sounder Did you mean a different word?

toward them. “Can I help you ?” Joe said in his deep, quiet tone.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Clayton asked.

“I’m not sure what you mean.” Joe replied.

Thomas shot back, “ You know what I’m saying, why the hell aren’t you going with Billy Sampson’s men?” Thomas scoffed.

“I’ve just never concerned myself with the gangs around here.” Joe’s senses began to sharpen, he could tell from their agitated looks that was not the answer they were looking for.

“Well listen up, even if you don’t concern yourself with gangs around here, you know who Billy Sampson is, and you better know what he does to punks who think they‘re too good to run with him.”

Joe began to realize exactly the intent of these men.

“So, you think you’re too special, or do think you should be smart and stick with the Copperheads.” Who said this? Typo: Missing question mark.

Joe had never harbored hatred of another race, and he knew all the time the Copperheads were attacking the black crew in vicious beatings that would leave several dead. However, he also remembered Kevin Jamison, a man who called Billy Sampson a child killer.

I wonder if there is a hyphen in child-killer.


The guards found him in his room with his skull shattered. Some of the Copperheads put his head under a bed-post and jumped on it till his brains splattered on the cold concrete.

“And I assume you know what he told us to do if you were giving us trouble.”

Thomas whispered to him while he noticed an object being taken out of Clayton’s pocket. His heart started to pound in his chest while his

knee’s typo: knees

began to quiver. Thomas smiled at him in an intimidating manner, knowing Joe was now their’s to command. Suddenly, Joe felt a surge come over him. It was pure anger. Anger that he knew men like this were always going to push around whoever they pleased. Thomas put his arm around Joe’s shoulder.

“Come on.” he said to Joe.

Joe did not move. Thomas began to move away but stopped when he noticed Joe remaining stationary. Thomas looked back at him

wild eyed I wonder if there is a hyphen: wild-eyed.

and infuriated. This man is trying to defy him? Thomas then grabbed Joe’s shirt by the shoulder and forcefully yanked, but Joe resisted. Joe shoved Thomas and stepped back prepared to fight with every ounce of anger and fury built up from the years of victimization he had incurred. The Yard erupted in frantic shouts as they surrounded the scene of the scuffle. Clayton held his shank an

arms distance typo: arm's distance

from Joe, waiting for the time to strike. Suddenly, Thomas lunged forward with a wild haymaker intent on dropping Joe. Joe was an intelligent man, and while not big, still powerful. He leaned back allowing the strike to go harmlessly past his face, and countered with a hard cross that landed flush on the chin of Thomas. Thomas staggered and dropped to the ground. Joe now turned to face the more troublesome opponent. Clayton stood, now appearing to be slightly worried. Joe remained in fighting stance waiting for Clayton to make a move. The Black gang now stared with intent at the fight, their leader, Marcus Conley, sitting cool, arms crossed, atop the steps while the rest of the inmates retrogressed to spectators of the coliseum.

Sampson began to move toward the action, thundering across the yard, shoving all those in his way to the side. At this moment Clayton lunged at Joe with his knife hand, aiming straight for Joe’s throat. Joe recognized all the indicators of the strike well before the actual lunge, and acted accordingly. He leaned to his left and allowed the knife to slip past his head. As Clayton began to retract his arm, Joe grasped his arm at he wrist and thrust his knee into Clayton’s groin. He snatched the knife from Clayton’s hand as he crumpled to the ground. Joe stood upright and unscathed as the crowd now fell silent.

They now knew the fate of Joe Marciano was sealed. Guards now Repetition of word "now"

began to converge on the scene to break up the action. Joe would be sent to solitary for the night and back into the yard tomorrow, where this time no half-wit lemmings like Lane Thomas or Jim Clayton would handle Sampson’s business. This time, Billy Sampson would handle Joe personally. Good tension. As the guards moved Joe through the crowd, he brushed past Sampson, and Sampson scoffed, “You’re f***ing gone.” He ached out with the raw, grizzly tone of one who had lost all concept of humanity from a time long ago. Joe was taken to solitary, a dark, musky room with no sink or bed, just a hole for excretion. That night, Joe slept better than he had in years.

The next day the inmates were in the respective regions in the yard, more quiet than normal, anticipating the imminent slaughter at the hands of Billy Sampson. The heavy steel doors to the yard

the typo

swung open, Joe emerging, completely prepared for whatever awaited him.
He made no attempts to stroll off to the side and avoid the confrontation that awaited him, he boldly walked right to Billy Sampson, maneuvering through the mass before him, and coming to a stop. The soft whispers of the crowd fell to little more than the buzzing of insects and chirping of the crickets.

For a moment, none spoke. Every soul stood to see who would make the first move, who would utter the first word.

Then, Billy Sampson said, “So you’ve came here to beg that I won’t kill you, if I’m right.”.

“No” Joe retorted. “ I came here to tell you that I won’t

knell kneel

before men like you. No longer I am going to allow myself to be the victim of men like you, men that haven’t the slightest bit of compassion for those less than you. And I don’t care if you and your crew rips my guts all over this yard right now, I will die knowing that I at least one time fought back.”

Silence hung heavy over the yard once more. The magnitude of what had just been

spoke typo: spoken

was beyond anything ever witnessed at this prison.

Moments later, Billy said, “Yeah, you might fight back, but men like me will always run little s***s like you. And now, we’re f***ing kill you.”

Suddenly, a man emerged next to Joe, starring at Billy. “You can kill me too, you f***ing animal.”

Billy was on the brink of eruption hearing that, and screamed, “I’ll f***ing Kill All Of You!”

The men in the yard did not seem deterred now as more filed in to Joe’s side, aligning themselves with the one man who had shown them justice in years.

Then,

An act typo: an act

more profound than all the others occurred.

Marcus Conley walked up to Joe’s flank, and said, “I will not allow you to kill this great man, after showing us how low you are, how cowardly you are you son-of-a-bitch.”. “He’s right, men like you, one day or another, will get what they have coming to them.”

And just like that, in an instant the yard was no longer a pit of segregation and hate. Blacks were standing among whites, all unified behind Joe Marciano. “I and all of my men will come down on you to defend this man, the days of hate are over.”

Billy stood dumbfounded as his 14 Copperheads now stood outmatched against 300 men in an act of defiance never before witnessed.

Repletion: stood x 2


Billy lowered his shoulders, pocketed his shank, and said, “This aint over.”

To which Joe replied, “You’re right, you will be dealt with someday. And all the lives you‘ve destroyed will be avenged. It‘s sure as hell not over.”

The copperheads turned and walked to the tables behind, not uttering a word.

Joe turned to Marcus and said, “Thanks for the help.”

Marcus looked at him confused, and replied, “Joe, today you showed me that there is good to be found in even the most terrible places, don’t thank me for anything.”


It was never the same after that. The yard was no longer a breeding ground of prejudiced hate and segregation, now every man moved about freely among the men, regardless off the color off his skin. Joe Marciano showed the broken men of Ouachita that hope and goodness can save any man, and no man needs to buckle to the floor in front of men like Billy Sampson. The Copperheads remained, but never again dared to instigate a confrontation with Joe Marciano, the man who unified Ouachita prison.


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Rated: E | (4.0)

Title: T-Tap? T-Tap? The K-Keys? The Keys?

Style & Voice: There is a very pleasant voice.

Grammar: Maybe question marks should be at the end of questions?

Just My Personal Opinion:

Hi Zeus_Chick,

This was cute! I am not sure what genre it is either, but to me it is like poetry.

It made me smile. What do I think could make it better? Maybe if it ended on a happier note. "Broken" is a sad note for me. Maybe you could add something like "or the just the beginning of a new adventure (story)."

*Smile*

Tap Tap Tap, The words shift to the side with each Tap, Tap Tap.

Now use the Shift, JUMP TO THE NEXT KEY ENTER NOW *Smile*

The tapping doesn’t stop only the rhythm changes.

Is that tapping a sad slow song that you carefully construct.

Or a dancing party tune which you happily bounce about to with every line.

Or is it steady, consistent, controlled.

Do you listen to the taps or drown them out and assume they are still there?

Every little tap is it an escape, something else? What is it?!?!

To you is it simply work?

Do you find yourself carefully typing or do you otfen ned two gew bakc?

What type of person are you a Backspace or an Enter. Or are you simply a space trying to get by day by day. Take each word, each day as it comes,

Tap Tap Tap, Do you shift your life? Is every new sentence Capitalized or do you simply write and go back to edit later?

Have you reached a certain kind of type where you know exactly what the story should be before you even get to the keys and the tapping, or is every word every phrase an adventure to see where you will be taken?

Is every tapping a new start or an old finish? Do you save or delete? Are your files hidden or open, Do you zip your life away or is it executable?

The Keys, the keys….are they br-broken?

Tadpole1



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Rated: E | (4.5)
Hi Pony Tale,

With a handle like yours, I had to peek at your horse poem. *Smile* I loved all the beautiful imagery, and I loved they way it rhymed.

What kind of suggestion could I give? I wonder if it would be interesting to find a word that is more specific for "pretty"? Perhaps, it is perfect just the way it is?

Favorite line: splashed with living art (I love it!)

Thank you for sharing your beautiful poem!

Tadpole1





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Review of Africa! Africa!  
Review by Tadpole1
Rated: E | (3.5)
Hi Pony Tale,

The title of your poem was a hook for me because I love Africa! In the poem, there are clouds and birds, paws and teeth. The poem rhymes just the way I like them. *Smile*

Poems are so personal, but if I were to write a poem about Africa, I would write about the monkey thieves, the smell of elephant dung, the yawn of a hippo, the red of the carmine bee eaters, lions facing off against water buffalos, African song and dance, eating under the stars, cold showers in tents, purring cheetahs,...okay, so I'm just too enthusiastic!

Thank you for sharing your poem and stirring great memories! I really enjoyed it. *Smile* It has been a pleasure.

Tadpole1

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Review of Still Here  
Review by Tadpole1
Rated: E | (4.5)
Hi F,

Wow! This was a powerful piece from the first word to the last! *Smile*

Thank you for sharing,

T
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Rated: E | (4.5)
Vacant Vagrant The Things They Abandoned Short Story

Hi everyone. Don’t be surprised if I rank your story / chapter a 3.0 or a 3.5. It just means that it’s a good draft, but with a little work, it could be excellent. I don't give very many 4.5s or 5.0 unless I think the work is almost perfect. Any of my comments or suggestions are just that: comments or suggestions. They are always given with respect and the hopes that they will be helpful. If you don’t agree with them, just ignore them; after all, you know what is best for your story. Keep Writing! *Smile*

Title: The Things They Abandoned
Type: Short Story
Author: Vacant Vagrant

Plot: Orlov and his crew are exploring an alien planet. Orlov falls down into a chamber and is separated from his team. He encounters an organism, which after chatting for a while, kills him. His crew has been killed as well. The organism and his peers are now freed from their prison to do mischief.

Style & Voice:

Voice: Part I of the story is in Orlov's pov. The second half slips into Prospero's pov. The slip was natural. Well done.

Style: Take this with a grain of salt, but I have read to be consistent in the dialogue tags with a preference for putting them after. What I mean is:

"John said" and "John asked"
instead of
"said John" and "asked John."

Both forms were used in this story. Whether before or after, be consistent.

Referencing: They are on an alien planet.

Scene/Setting: At one moment, I was confused as to whether the teammates had followed Orlov down or not.

Characters: Well done. I particularly liked Prospero.

Grammar: Please see line by line review.

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What I liked best: The suspense. I didn't know what was coming next.

Just My Personal Opinion: tell them what you liked/didn't like. How did it make you feel and all other misc.!

Hi

This was a most enjoyable short story with unexpected twists. I smiled a few times as I read. Well done!

Thank you for sharing,

Tadpole1
*Smile*


Tadpole1

Orlov stood up, grimacing at the fresh pain from his ankle. He wiped the dust and grime from his faceshield, leaving streaks of filth. His platoon mates were above, laughing down at his misfortune. This scavenger work was hardly what he had expected.

Good intro. We know the name of the pov character, that the story is sci-fi, and we have a little setting.


“Need a torch down that way, Grace?” Lawton hooted. He was perhaps twenty feet above him. Five of them encircled the gaping maw above, peering down through their opaque helmets. The laughter chugged through the commlinks and Orlov frowned bitterly.

“I’m okay, everyone, thanks,” he replied bitterly. He took a few hesitant steps, feeling only mild discomfort. “Probably not even sprained,” he muttered to himself.

“Jeez Crimony,” said Kwitowski in hushed tones. “What in God’s name is that pit for?”

“For catching food. It’s a glowhead version of a bear

trip.” ?? trap ??

Lawton guffawed. Some of the others joined in the laughter.

“Yuk it up, get it on out of your system,” Orlov retorted. The dense light from the hole he’d inadvertently created offered some illumination, but hardly enough. He touched a few buttons along his left wristplate, and a pair of bright lights burst forth from each side of his helmet.
"dense light" gave me pause.


The room he’d found was spacious, with a number of overturned metal boxes that looked like what might be storage crates. There were glyphs on the walls, and Orlov thought they might be instructional. He couldn’t read them, and Desmond, their linguist, wasn’t anywhere close. There were no means for him to get back with his platoon quickly. Along the far wall was a solitary door, open and inviting.

“Looks like I fell into some kind of storage chamber,” Orlov said. “There’s nothing to help me get out of here. I’m going to the next room.”

“Splitting up isn’t a good idea,” Kwitowski said, voice thick with anxiety. “We’re on an alien planet, for God’s sake.”

I had the feeling that Orlov was down in the hole/chamber by himself, so wouldn't you say that he is already split from the group? Maybe it's fine.


“No life forms are coming up on scanners. I’ll be fine.”

“Try not to make any more of your own doors,” Lawton added, but there was a tone of seriousness in his voice.

“Yes, mother.” *Smile*

He walked to the door, raising his carbine. He did it from experience, and although his scanners weren’t projecting anything alive within range, there was always something a little spooky about looking around dark rooms with just a flashlight.

He found himself standing before a vast corridor. The walls had a peculiar caterpillar tread running in strips along the side. Even through the faceshield, Orlov could notice that the air held a sour tang, and it stank faintly of diesel and bleach. Interesting.

Fifty yards away from him stood what looked like a ruined suit of battle armor. “I didn’t know the glowheads even knew how to fight,” he said to himself, and he paced forward, trying to find a way back to his platoon.

This is fine, but I would have imagined them dropping a cord down to him.


“I’m having

a balls There's no problem, but I'm unfamiliar with this phrasing. Perhaps, it is original? Or a cool, new phrase?

of a time getting the comp to give me a layout of this place,” ejaculated Kwitowski, followed by an unsettling static burst.

“If our comps can even make a readout of this sort of architecture,” responded Lawton, and his voice was muffled beneath static as well.

I'm a bit confused. Did they all come down?


“Fellas, I’m getting some interference down here,” Orlov said shakily. A seed of fear had already been planted in this dark place, and

totally communication total communication

loss from his comrades was the last thing Orlov wanted.

“Roger, Orlov,” replied Kwitowski, his words garbled.

“Fantastic,” breathed Orlov, stalking forward. His footfalls brought forth desolate echoes in yawning darkness. Nice imagery.

He saw no doors, only the strange tread and the battle armor. As he neared it, he found himself perplexed. The former residents of this planet were tall, thin beings, ranging up to nine feet in height. This armor looked better suited for a person of the average human height, though the helmet was far too narrow for any head he could imagine.

He tapped the helmet with the nose of the carbine. “What sort of person would wear you?” Orlov wondered aloud.

From within the suit came a ratcheting set of clicks, followed by a mechanical klaxon that nearly took Orlov

of of off of

his feet. His commlink burst with staticky life; the others had no doubt heard the alarm and were scrambling to

find Is "find" really the word you want?

him. It took him a moment to realize he’d been screaming with terror.

A low, red glow began pulsing from the middle of the helmet, starting slow but increasing its flashes rapidly. The suit whirred, and the legs pistoned away from the wall. The arms pinwheeled forward, and the metallic hands flexed and relaxed. The helmet pivoted and the pulsing light flashed, from blood red to a faint lavender.

Cool.
I like the imagery. I believe you turned the word "piston" into a verb. Great idea. I don't know which would be correct, but I would be inclined to put two ns "pistonned."

Whenever possible, I try to avoid the words "began" and "starting."

Suggestion: A low, red glow began pulsing from the middle of the helmet, flashing faster and faster. Does this seem stronger?


Computerized language like gibberish echoed from within the machine, before slowing and evening out, and in no time Orlov realized its language was changing rapidly. “…system Prospero uploaded. Greetings uncategorized organism. Identify please.” *Smile*

Orlov swallowed. The lavender flash

turned into Maybe something more original? …flash slid into a faint… ??

a faint golden coloring. He wanted nothing more than to be away from whatever this thing was.

“Heightened levels of anxiety detected. Countermeasures are being applied.” *Smile*

The voice still bore a distinctly tinny and technological echo, but it had also taken on what sounded like a British accent. The thin helmet hissed, and a track of nodules rose forth from what was the faceplate, in an oval pattern. The nodules popped with an electrical flash, and then a glow spread within the nodules, and the faceplate became a face.

Super cool.
Repetition: nodules x 3
Thanks for the new vocab word: tinny.


It was a human face, though its features were exaggerated. Large eyes blinked owlishly above a sharp nose. The mouth had full lips that spread a bit too wide into a grin. “Countermeasures achieved. Greetings uncategorized organism. I am Prospero.” *Smile*

Orlov opened his mouth hesitantly. “Um, hello. I am Darren Orlov.” He coughed nervously.

“Darren Orlov,” Prospero repeated, mimicking his voice expertly,

excepting I don't like this word here, and I am not sure that the form is correct. How about: except for?

the computerized echo. “You are an uncategorized organism. Please advise your species and place of origin.”

It’s a stinking robot, Orlov thought, embarrassed and amused. “Human. From Earth.”

The digitized face brightened with joy. “A human!” It cried, with emotion that defied machinery. “How wonderful! I have longed to meet you. The denizens of this planet have spoken very highly of humankind. They shared much of your societies and history, before placing us in the lower wings.” Cool.

How ironic that the glowheads loved us before we tore their planet to shreds. “Us? Are there others like you, Prospero?”

“I am the only Prospero.” It replied mystically, and fell silent.

Just a note here: Although I think a few are fine, you'll hear that a lot of people frown on the "ly" adverbs, suggesting that using them is an easy way out instead of hunting for a more precise phrase or vocabulary word.


Orlov touched his commlink. “Kwitowski? Lawton? I’ve found something. Over?” But all that he heard was droning static. He glanced at Prospero. “Any reason our coms wouldn’t work down here?”

“The terminology ‘coms’ does not register. Based upon inference in your actions, I deduce you are inquiring as to why your communication device is not functioning properly. It is probable that technological devices embedded in the lower wings are radiating varying signals that are disturbing the links between your communication devices.” The face smiled placidly. “Would you like me to store the term ‘coms’ into my database for future references?”

Orlov laughed. “Sure. Knock yourself out.”

The face flickered briefly, and there was a soft, whirring noise from within. Then the face blipped clearly. “Greetings, Darren Orlov, human from Earth. I am Prospero. May I assist you?”

“You can. I need to find my platoon. How do I get to the upper levels?”

“The upper levels are restricted to me.” Prospero’s face smiled but his voice didn’t sound pleased. In fact, there was even a hint of frustration in its words. “There were elevators along

the
western wall. A current diagnostic suggests those have been incapacitated due to structural damage and power loss. There is also a stairwell, though it is unlikely that it is structurally sound due to aforementioned damage.”

“Take me, Prospero,” Orlov said.

“I can take you to the door, but we are forbidden to leave the lower wing,” Prospero said, and his smiling face defied his exasperated voice. “I must repeat the warning of structural instability. I do not wish to send Darren Orlov to his death.”

“You said ‘we’ again,” Orlov noted. “Are there others like you?”

“There is only one Prospero.”

“Other machines, I mean. Robots. Androids.”

Prospero’s face twisted bitterly. “I am not a machine, robot, or android. I am an organism. I am of the Omni, a powerful race.” The voice crackled with real anger, and Orlov took a step back. He held a hand up, placating. Tension is building.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. I didn’t know.”

“Speech pattern dictates honesty regarding your ignorance, Darren Orlov.” The face returned to a smile, but now Orlov sensed something calculating in Prospero’s digitized features.

He rephrased his question. “Are there other Omni here?”

“Yes. I came to this planet accompanied by my brethren. The indigenous race here, known as Celestials before they abandoned, gave us names, borrowed from a beloved human known as Shake Spear. I am Prospero. My brethren are Othello, Iago, and Caliban. They are confined to the lower wing also.” *Smile*

“Confined?” Orlov asked. He felt the hair on the back of his neck stir. “You mean imprisoned?”

“Yes.” Prospero said, playful smile widening. Tension building.

The commlink burst to life, and amidst the roar of static was a shout of dismay, and in the distance, there was a

staccato cough Nice.

of gunfire.

“Readings indicate more humans have reached the lower wing. They also indicate that they have encountered my compatriot Caliban.” Prospero clicked, a remarkably human sound of recognizing unfortunate luck. “Pity. Iago and Othello might have dispatched of them more peacefully. Caliban rather delights in dismembering those that find him.” Ouch!

Orlov staggered back, face white. His heart was hammering in his chest. The commlink

belched static Another cool phrase.

again, and mingled within were shrieks. Whether it was Kwitowski or Lawton he didn’t know.

“I offer gratitude to you, Darren Orlov,” Prospero remarked. “By destroying this planet and scattering our captors, you have nullified previous restrictions upon us. Our freedom is assured.”

“No!” Orlov spat, and he raised his carbine and fired.

The roar of gunfire was harsh and deafening in the tight space. The flash from the muzzle was blinding in the darkness.

Telling. This is very good, but is there a way to rewrite these two sentences without the words "was"?


Prospero’s digitized face blinked out, and it spoke a garbled computerized word,

and a sphere of paleness surrounded it. I would make this a sentence on its own.

A sphere of paleness surrounded it. Or maybe:

Prospero's digitized face blinked out, and as soon as it spoke a garbled computerized word, a sphere of paleness surrounded its head.


The bullets whined, caroming off of the sphere and into the walls.

Were there sparks when the bullets bounced off?


“Threat detected. Countermeasures

applied.” boomed Prospero, Comma. …applied," boomed

and from its hands

came forth Perhaps: sprung a blinding

blinding energy. It shattered Orlov’s faceshield. He briefly felt the sting of the shards of reinforced plastic gouging his cheeks, and smelled the bitter tang in the air before the energy coursed into him, numbing his senses and obliterating his insides.

Suggestion: Shards of reinforced plastic gouged his cheeks. He gasped the air with its bitter tang. The energy impulse blasted into him, numbing his senses and obliterating his insides.

Does this feel more active? I deleted the "ly" word. Also, I took out "He felt" because it is from his point of view already. As well, I made the sentences shorter, which increases tension.


Prospero ceased his countermeasures, and the rigid corpse of Orlov went suddenly limp, no comma and collapsed to the floor in a tangled heap.

We have just changed pov character from Orlov to Propero.


His digitized voice garbled. “Brothers Omni. To Prospero.”

In time, Too vague.

two figures stalked from the corridor,

one only slightly shorter than the others. This part of the sentence implies more than two figures.

They were followed by a huge, hulking shape that padded forward on all fours. Blood

dropped dripped?

from its massive, metallic fists.

“The humans from Earth have freed us. Let us go forth, no comma and show them our thanks.”

There was another klaxon sound, and the others – Iago, Othello, and monstrous Caliban – mimicked the sound repetitively.

It sounded like laughter. *Smile*

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Hi Fyn,

I think your bookstore needs a floating pond with a rose cascading petal falls and shallow pools for winged tadpoles to swim.

*Smile*
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Hi Johnny,

Super cute! The twist was unexpected. A smile lifted my lips. *Smile*

The voice comes through loud and clear.

Well done!

T

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