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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 4:01 pm
The wind howled at me as I ran desperately down the street, the ice cracking beneath my feet like fire works, and the rain pelting down on me like daggers. Turning a corner I slid over and landed on my head, the pain blooming behind my ears and temporarily blinding me, and all I could see was white and stars. Did I mention that I was late for my train? Getting up I cursed as my ankle clicked out of place but was forced to carry on. It would be stupid to stop, only weak people did that and I was far from weak.
As I continued running the weather got worse to the point that I regretted leaving my umbrella behind. The wind got stronger 'till it was almost pushing me across the road, the rain turned into a bone freezing hail storm and the ice, well it didn't improve. Pulling my coat tighter around me I attempted to go on, I had around about five minutes to get from here to the train station, and I knew my train would leave without me. I ran as fast as I could attempting to dodge the patches of slippery ground.
Just as I reached the station the train started moving, I ran towards it trying despretly to jump on, I just couldn't get left here. No not in cold Alaska while I could be on a plane flight back to warm Spain where I would be safe. Instead I was stuck here in freezing Alaska with nothing but a small trench coat, leggings, boots and dress to keep me warm. Screaming, I looked around the station.
Deserted.
Not even ghost would inhabit this place. I got up and straightened my gold hair, attempting to stop it getting in my face. In the end I pulled it into a small pigtail. Sitting on a bench I changed my boots to Rolo Blades. As I went to turn round. I felt two strong hands on my shoulders, freezing where I was I thought for a few seconds. I had been on the run for six months, It was turning winter and I had nowhere to stay, that and the fact that I was in Alaska. One of the coldest country in the world with no food or protection; that sooner or later I would die or be killed. So why didn't I just stop amusing them and hand my self in? I mean off all the bad things I would only be in an orphanage for a few weeks and then someone would adopt me. Hopefully not the council.
Turning to face them I put my hands up and got a glimpse of the posh black hovercar behind them. Inside was none other than Mr. Martho, his ugly silver eyes filled with joy as they led me to the car.
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 4:19 pm
trades55 The wind howled at me as I ran desperately down the street, the ice cracking beneath my feet like fire works, and the rain pelting down on me like daggers. Turning a corner I slid over and landed on my head, the pain blooming behind my ears and temporarily blinding me, and all I could see was white and stars. Did I mention that I was late for my train? Getting up I cursed as my ankle clicked out of place but was forced to carry on. It would be stupid to stop, only weak people did that and I was far from weak.
As I continued running the weather got worse to the point that I regretted leaving my umbrella behind. The wind got stronger 'till it was almost pushing me across the road, the rain turned into a bone freezing hail storm and the ice, well it didn't improve. Pulling my coat tighter around me I attempted to go on, I had around about five minutes to get from here to the train station, and I knew my train would leave without me. I ran as fast as I could attempting to dodge the patches of slippery ground.
Just as I reached the station the train started moving, I ran towards it trying despretly to jump on, I just couldn't get left here. No not in cold Antarctica while I could be on a plane flight back to warm Spain where I would be safe. Instead I was stuck here in freezing Antarctica with nothing but a small trench coat, leggings, boots and dress to keep me warm. Screaming, I looked around the station.
Deserted.
Not even ghost would inhabit this place. I got up and straightened my gold hair, attempting to stop it getting in my face. In the end I pulled it into a small pigtail. Sitting on a bench I changed my skoes (is this supposed to be "shoes" or "ski's["?)/b] to Rolo Blades. As I went to turn round. I felt two strong hands on my shoulders, freezing where I was I thought for a few seconds. I had been on the run for six months, It was turning winter and I had nowhere to stay, that and the fact that I was in Antarctica. The coldest country in the world with no food or protection; that sooner or later I would die or be killed. So why didn't I just stop amusing them and hand my self in? I mean off all the bad things I would only be in an orphanage for a few weeks and then someone would adopt me. Hopefully not the council.
Turning to face them I put my hands up and got a glimpse of the posh black car behind them. Inside was none other than Mr. Martho, his ugly silver eyes filled with joy as they led me to the car. I did what I could. I don't want to sound rude, but if you would like you can send your stories to me to beta them before you post them?
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 4:42 pm
This is kinda interesting. I do want to know who this girl is, and why the heck she's in Antarctica. Her situation - being on the run, with some crazy guy after her - is also attention grabbing. I think Zahmen has a point though - you could do with spell checking this lot using word or google chrome, and maybe getting someone to read through it to help out with grammar. I like the Antarctica setting, and you've got some good lines (I love 'Not even a ghost would inhabit this place), but perhaps you need to think about the setting a bit more. You mention stars, so your main character is running in Antarctica, at night - and I don't know the exact figures, but I know that would reach waaay into the minus temperatures. She wouldn't last a minute in those temperatures in a little trench, leggings, dress and boots. If she's got some powers than enable her to survive extremes, or the climate of the Antarctic has changed somehow in your story, that needs to be established somehow; else you're just going to have to rethink her clothing options. I'm also not sure how well 'posh cars' would be able to work in that climate.
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 4:55 pm
Interesting. You've got some nice imagery, such as the line Char pointed out, and my interest was peaked by the mysterious premise. However, there are the numerous grammatical problems, and the problems with setting that Char outlined. I honestly think you might mean somewhere in the state of Alaska rather than Antarctica, considering that only a massive climate shift could explain your descriptions. I recommend reading and writing a lot--after all, practice will do wonders! heart
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 5:28 pm
charbookwyrm This is kinda interesting. I do want to know who this girl is, and why the heck she's in Antarctica. Her situation - being on the run, with some crazy guy after her - is also attention grabbing. I think Zahmen has a point though - you could do with spell checking this lot using word or google chrome, and maybe getting someone to read through it to help out with grammar. I like the Antarctica setting, and you've got some good lines (I love 'Not even a ghost would inhabit this place), but perhaps you need to think about the setting a bit more. You mention stars, so your main character is running in Antarctica, at night - and I don't know the exact figures, but I know that would reach waaay into the minus temperatures. She wouldn't last a minute in those temperatures in a little trench, leggings, dress and boots. If she's got some powers than enable her to survive extremes, or the climate of the Antarctic has changed somehow in your story, that needs to be established somehow; else you're just going to have to rethink her clothing options. I'm also not sure how well 'posh cars' would be able to work in that climate. I already have had someone read it through but I don't think they really paid attention. Its kinda set in the future and I first wrote it as a alien story where an android (The girl) was being chased for some reason I forgot. The posh cars are like hover cars. But my friend forced me to change it. I guess that was one of the things I forgot to change. Thanks for reviewing. heart
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 5:31 pm
Zahmen II trades55 The wind howled at me as I ran desperately down the street, the ice cracking beneath my feet like fire works, and the rain pelting down on me like daggers. Turning a corner I slid over and landed on my head, the pain blooming behind my ears and temporarily blinding me, and all I could see was white and stars. Did I mention that I was late for my train? Getting up I cursed as my ankle clicked out of place but was forced to carry on. It would be stupid to stop, only weak people did that and I was far from weak.
As I continued running the weather got worse to the point that I regretted leaving my umbrella behind. The wind got stronger 'till it was almost pushing me across the road, the rain turned into a bone freezing hail storm and the ice, well it didn't improve. Pulling my coat tighter around me I attempted to go on, I had around about five minutes to get from here to the train station, and I knew my train would leave without me. I ran as fast as I could attempting to dodge the patches of slippery ground.
Just as I reached the station the train started moving, I ran towards it trying despretly to jump on, I just couldn't get left here. No not in cold Antarctica while I could be on a plane flight back to warm Spain where I would be safe. Instead I was stuck here in freezing Antarctica with nothing but a small trench coat, leggings, boots and dress to keep me warm. Screaming, I looked around the station.
Deserted.
Not even ghost would inhabit this place. I got up and straightened my gold hair, attempting to stop it getting in my face. In the end I pulled it into a small pigtail. Sitting on a bench I changed my skoes (is this supposed to be "shoes" or "ski's["?)/b] to Rolo Blades. As I went to turn round. I felt two strong hands on my shoulders, freezing where I was I thought for a few seconds. I had been on the run for six months, It was turning winter and I had nowhere to stay, that and the fact that I was in Antarctica. The coldest country in the world with no food or protection; that sooner or later I would die or be killed. So why didn't I just stop amusing them and hand my self in? I mean off all the bad things I would only be in an orphanage for a few weeks and then someone would adopt me. Hopefully not the council.
Turning to face them I put my hands up and got a glimpse of the posh black car behind them. Inside was none other than Mr. Martho, his ugly silver eyes filled with joy as they led me to the car. I did what I could. I don't want to sound rude, but if you would like you can send your stories to me to beta them before you post them? Okay. If thats alright with you. Thanks for the review. heart
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 5:33 pm
Serenity Reed Interesting. You've got some nice imagery, such as the line Char pointed out, and my interest was peaked by the mysterious premise. However, there are the numerous grammatical problems, and the problems with setting that Char outlined. I honestly think you might mean somewhere in the state of Alaska rather than Antarctica, considering that only a massive climate shift could explain your descriptions. I recommend reading and writing a lot--after all, practice will do wonders! heart Yep, thats probably a better place for it to be set than Miheal said.
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 5:34 pm
trades55 Yep, thats probably a better place for it to be set than Miheal said. Good luck with it then. =3
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 3:47 am
trades55 charbookwyrm This is kinda interesting. I do want to know who this girl is, and why the heck she's in Antarctica. Her situation - being on the run, with some crazy guy after her - is also attention grabbing. I think Zahmen has a point though - you could do with spell checking this lot using word or google chrome, and maybe getting someone to read through it to help out with grammar. I like the Antarctica setting, and you've got some good lines (I love 'Not even a ghost would inhabit this place), but perhaps you need to think about the setting a bit more. You mention stars, so your main character is running in Antarctica, at night - and I don't know the exact figures, but I know that would reach waaay into the minus temperatures. She wouldn't last a minute in those temperatures in a little trench, leggings, dress and boots. If she's got some powers than enable her to survive extremes, or the climate of the Antarctic has changed somehow in your story, that needs to be established somehow; else you're just going to have to rethink her clothing options. I'm also not sure how well 'posh cars' would be able to work in that climate. I already have had someone read it through but I don't think they really paid attention. Its kinda set in the future and I first wrote it as a alien story where an android (The girl) was being chased for some reason I forgot. The posh cars are like hover cars. But my friend forced me to change it. I guess that was one of the things I forgot to change. Thanks for reviewing. heart Ah, that makes more sense. Ser's suggestion was good, so I'm glad you're taking that on board. If this is sci-fi, you could do with letting the reader know about the things you're telling me - get your character to make some little references to the world setting that aren't too obvious, but show the reader that this is the future. Androids are cool. razz As Ser said, good luck!
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