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LOC: Canada
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: April 15
LOC: Canada
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: April 15
I have been writing, in one form or another, for most of my 30+ years on the planet. I have won awards for my Poetry, and have worked on several produced screenplays, but have been slowly feeling the pull into short story and novel writing. It has proven a long and much more intricate process than anything I’ve done in the past and I am looking for all of the help I can get. I am hoping to start trying to publish in the next year or so. If you have any comments, please help me out and spank my literary ass. It’s the only way I’ll learn.
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Prince Adnan Saarim Al Djesu - Sheik of the Persian Empire and son of the Shah of Kehran – stared intently at the dark, aqualine features of the reflection in the mirror. He gazed deep into the coal-black eyes that gave him the exotic intensity that had brought him to acclaim in Hollywood. The dark eyes were rimmed with red, the whites now an exhausted pink. Hard rivulets of sweat rode the strong brow and high cheekbones that had made a million women swoon. There was a weariness in that face...
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A Letter in Regret Charles Francisco Boyd, first cousin, son of my mothers oft-errant brother, "died suddenly, after a prolonged illness". More specifically, Cousin Charlie died of a softball-sized tumor in his scrotum. Subsequent to devouring his balls entirely, the Big C (Cancer, not Charlie), spread its infernal wrath like a biblical plague, mulching the majority of his internal organs inside of eight weeks. For the majority of his life, from the age of two until shortly before his death, ...
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Bryans mind was pent in, surrounded on all sides, trapped by a single word. It was a feeling more than a word, but there was a term for it. Tremulous. He wasn’t sure that it was the correct word (it probably wasn’t even close), but it sounded right – like a lone, tiny leaf – the last leaf on the tree, hanging on for dear life against the constant flap and flow of a powerhouse wind, unsure of exactly how many seconds it can continue to ride the very branch that gave it life. Tremulous, that’s ...
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Tremulous. That was the only word that would enter Bryans mind. Tremulous. He wasn’t sure that it was the correct word (it probably wasn’t even close), but it sounded right - like a lone, tiny leaf - the last leaf on the tree, hanging on for dear life against the the constant flap and flow of a powerhouse wind, unsure of exactly how many seconds it can continue to ride the very branch that gave it life. Tremulous, that’s how Bryan felt staring at the phone. Melissa had given him the number al...
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I saw my Grandma today. Shaking and confused – 93 years old – still full of piss and vinegar. She’s got 200 lbs of ass rested in a wheelchair she didn’t really need, but for laziness and pity. Her shoulders are tiny in comparison, and her hair is a wild mess atop them. Her hands – waxy skin, taut at bony knuckles, hanging loose and tattered in between – the hands of a starving man. She still has the same face. That thoroughly confusing mixture of influence. Regret mixed with serenity and love...
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I get the idea, that this is all happening in a virtual world, inside of a game, but that's a very plot scenario. What you've got here is simply a single popcorn movie action scene. Your dialogue flows very well and is character specific. You really have a good handle on how people speak naturally and how they use slang and jargon to abbreviate coversation. Your descriptive passages are also fairly good, especially for as little as is written here. You really pack the description into as tigh...
Wow. No beating around the bush there. Very nice. You set the scene very well, then get to the meat of the story. For, while it is a poem, it is also telling a tale. I especially enjoyed the last three stanzas that really color the piece with indignation. I only have one question - 'peak' in the 6th stanza - is that a typo on 'peek' or is that a choice double entendre? I'm assuming the latter and giving this a 9.
This is a nice tidy little picture. I like it. And I think we've all been in Martin's shoes, in one way or another, at some point in our lives. There's a lot of good descriotion and the conversational tone of the letter fits perfectly, the use of the cat food and the Chinese restaurant really lend it an air of authenticity. Really, the only thing I would point out is in the 'denoument', where he gets a beer from the refrigerator - You end a sentence with the word 'beer', and then end the next...
From AMC and I quote: "Martin Scorsese Martin Scorsese has deservedly earned a reputation as one of the leading filmmakers of his generation. He has a style all his own, and can be mentioned in the same breath with directors such as Woody Allen when talking about artists who have helped clearly define the image of New York City on-screen. Growing up in the tough downtown neighborhood of New York's Little Italy would help Scorsese later on in his career, as he would draw on these experiences t...
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