Which One Is It?, Chapter 1: Edit
romance, mystery, history, fiction, fantasy, novella
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Mar. 24, 2008, 7:04pmWork Description
This is a story that I started writing my sophomore English class in High School. It was an assignment and since I had a page number restriction I had to end it in a way that I did not like. So, I decided to scrap it all and re-write. This is by no means a finished work. I have had writers block on it for a long time, and it has gone through many re-writes. Well, here it is, I hope you will enjoy it! And feel free to comment on it, I would love any ideas y'all have!
Chapter Description
Well, this chapter is setting up the two main characters and letting the reader get some background on the main character, the girl.
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terrified scream filled with pain.
Jerking awake, I sat up in bed and my hands searched the spots where the pain had been just a moment ago. I did not find anything. Gasping for breath, I looked around, trying to remember where I was. It all came back in a rush of memory. The long ago past: my mother’s death, my father’s disappearance, and the mysterious dreams. Then more towards the recent past: the letter, the flight, the hotel room, and the fright in being in a place where I knew no one. I got out of bed and looked into a floor length mirror. Staring back at me was a short, 20 year old girl with wavy straight blonde hair that was in a short bob and hazel green eyes.
Jeez, I look so pale! That’s the last time I fly in coach. With that I got dressed.
At noon I got a call saying that there was someone in the lobby that was asking for me. How any one knew me here was a complete mystery, for I have never been to England and like wise have never known any one from this country. Wondering about whom my mystery visitor might be, I grabbed my keys and gun (tucking it into the back of my pants) then proceeded into the lobby from the elevators. Going to the front desk, the concierge pointed behind and turning I saw a young man looking tentatively around holding a hat with both hands in front of him. His rugged look made him seem out of place in this ritzy hotel. The concierge didn’t look too happy about that fact.I went up to the young man, reaching out to tap him on the shoulder, but he jumped and turned at the sound of my voice. “Hello, the man at the desk said that you were looking for me.”
“It depends on who you are.” His voice, rather deep, was almost lyrical. Damn, he’s good looking! With his tall frame and thick, curly brown hair, I hope that he won’t become a distraction.
“I am Bella Willow, and you are?” I asked in a small voice.
“Cooper Knightley,” his voice had a rather thick English accent to it, not surprising since I was in England.
Feeling a blush coming on, I gave him a tentative smile. In return, he gave me a reassuring one.
“Well, now that I found you, you need to come with me.”
“Why,” looking perplexed I ran a list through my head of all the people he could be working for.
“Well, I need you to help me with something, something very important,”
“Before I go running off with you, I think you should tell me what is so important to you, because most likely I probably won’t be able to help,” he looked at me incredulously, “no, seriously! I am probably not as smart as someone that you most likely need.” Talking very fast, I studied his face, watching his expression change from incredulity to laughter.
He chuckled and said, “I think you will be just fine with what I need help for. I promise that I won’t hurt you. My mother taught me respect, and that is what I intend to do.” I found it surprising that he would say that, considering chivalry went out of fashion a long time ago. For safety reasons I was glad that I had the foresight to bring down my gun.
“Oh, well, let me just go get my bag and jacket from
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Hi there!
I have a favor to ask of you before I do a huge critique and offer you some suggestions for this work. Could you please edit the work and include paragraphs? It's very difficult write now to read.
Also, and this could partly be because of the lack of paragraphs, I feel like I'm running a marathon through the work. Your pacing is very fast, and leaves the reader panting for breath. There are no rests for the reader to get lost into.
In general, I suggest you slow down, add some detail and more background for the piece. Take time to describe the surroundings, etc.
Also, the other thing that caught me off guard is the gun. Why
does she carry a gun? And overseas at that? How in the world did
she get the clearance to bring a gun into a different country? How
in the world does a 20 year old female have a gun in the first
place? If you can explain that, it will make it a little more
believable. ![]()
I have to agree with Brittany. Leaving paragraphs that run four or five, perhaps a little more sentences long gives the reader a sense of pause.
The pacing of your story is equally fast so not having everything broken into paragraphs makes the story even more difficult. Slow down and try to think about emotions a bit more. Start from the beginning and imagine how you would feel, what else you would see, throughout your story.
SD
Seems like you need some encouragement with this. I think it has a big potential and it will be a good story. You wrote it so that the ending isnt obvious. Thats cool. Could you break it up a little though and it needs a little more intensity like there is always something going on and nothing will ever be boring. PLEASE keep it up though!
~Caitlyn
The Beginning of a Very Strange Adventure
I don't understand the point of this.
“GRRRRRRRRRRRR!”
And this is very ackward to read.
holding the mail in the front hall of my house I let out frustrated yell. Why won’t these—these—these people leave me alone? Why must they keep sending me these horrid letters that I really don’t want to take care of?
This is where I feel your story starts. Right here. Now, I need to know more about the mail because right now it doesn't make any sense. Is it junk mail? Is it harrassing mail? I'm sure you'll get to this sooner or later, but some clue or idea, perhaps a description, would help significantly.
Stomping into the kitchen I threw down the letters onto the large wooden table and plunked down into a seat and started sifting threw them.
You have a lot of action crammed into one sentence. Stomp, threw, plunked, and sifted. Four actions. I'd break them down into smaller chunks and have more detailed descriptions. A large wooden table can exist anywhere. What makes this one special enough to matter in this story. Even things in a story create the story. Did she carve her name underneath when she was younger? Was there a burn from a science project? Something different and meaningful.
But today I had an instinct that something else was in there.
Is she angry or anxious? I'm getting conflicting feelings about the mail, so when this line came about, it confused me.
I would know if there was someone else in my house.
Is there someone in the house? If not, I'd leave out this line because it acts like a lead into something that you don't intend.
Having grown up here, I knew exactly where every nook and cranny was.
Here, I feel like you've stepped into a new train of throught and it would serve best if you started a new paragraph with it. Each new premise should get a new paragraph as an unspoken signal to the reader to change gears.
That was strange, I didn't know anyone over there.
This read strange. Sometimes, simple works best. This reads like you are giving us too much information, or insight, if you will, into her mind. She may be thinking it was strange, but sort through her thoughts and determine which ones the reader "has" to know. Telling us that she didn't know anyone from England, we'd come to the conclusion that it was, in fact, strange.
Also, the description of the letter could use it's own paragraph because it's obviously of importance to the story. Highlight it and make it so because it's lost in the other paragraph right now.
I could barely make out what it said. Something about coming to England and some sort of curse.
This makes the story ambiguous, like it could happen, it might not. I'd rather see her read it and dismiss it, not believing in curses than this. Take a stand in your plot and make it concrete.
Walking through a darkened hall, I could see pictures lining up of people from the past.
You start off here with the mystery, seeing pictures of people she could name. Then, you describe the pictures. I feel this would work better starting with the description and then, telling us how strange it all was. That's just my opinion. That said, the jump from the first scene to this is confusing. I'm really lost at this point, not understanding what's going on.
Oops! The character is a "she". Can you clarify this earlier.
Then there was a rush, and then an arm wrapped itself around me. I yelled for the manservant to help me, but he stood there with a look of horrified triumph. Then I felt pain in my abdomen, then another in my chest.
Again, here is a place I'm lost. The action isn't clear and I thought, at first, it was the manservant, but then realized it wasn't. Simple rewording of the scene would help, with clear, concise action defined for the reader.
Okay, ,it was a dream. Dream sequences are hard if they aren't clearly distinguished as dreams, ie " I fell asleep and saw x." As I read, I realized that he/she ( still not clear on that) is now in England, probably because of the letter. It's at this point I wonder if it would benefit you to start the story at the dream, wake in the English hotel, and flashback to recieving the letter. I think all of this confusion would go away and the dream sequence wouldn't feel so weird. That's just my opinion. Take it or leave it.
out into typical English rain.
If she/he's never been to England, it's weird that she would consider the rain "typical".
Okay, Cooper's frantic pleas, to this point, seem out of whack with his character. Earlier, he came off as strong and stoic, now he's frantic.
we start,” he smiled and pointed up at the castle. “I was afraid you’d say that.”
Did Cooper say these lines? If not, his actions need to be separate from her dialogue.
So, you seem very natural with dialogue. There are just some simple clarifiacations that need to be made. Also, there is very little description. I don't get a sense of time or place, except for what you told us, point blank. (she's in England) I want to see it, smell it, feel the atmosphere.
You have a great hook and good start on this story. I look forward to reading Chapter 2.
Amber



Hi,