Fast and Loose, Chapter 1: One
science fiction, pulp, fantasy
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February 22, 3:00pmWord Count:
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April 25, 7:10pmWork Description
Working title - here's a reworked beginning.
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Bolero is a small town cut in half by the Animas River in Southern Colorado. Not a large city, Bolero has a well developed downtown center, with a few office and apartment buildings. The real pride of the town is the Bolero Tech College which, thanks to the Centers For Disease Control, is a regional biological and bio-technical research center.
No one quite knows why the CDC chose to sponsor a relatively small local college, but no one complains because it brought in a lot of jobs and a little prestige for the town. So much so, that students actually move to Bolero just to go BTC for a bio-science education.
The remarkable thing about Bolero's branch office of the CDC, is the abnormally high presence of military security. Rumor has it that you need higher than Top Secret clearance just to get in the door. The official interns that work directly with and for the CDC cannot even work on site, they work in the public college professional lab space.
From time to time, loaded delivery trucks leave the heavily guarded complex and travel out into the desert and return later, empty. No one knows where they go, and speculation is heavily discouraged.
People in nearby have been muttering suspiciously about the CDC complex for a number of years, phoning in complaints about vibrations under ground and other strange goings on. Most is quickly dismissed as conspiratorial nonsense, and most of the city's residents pay the talk no mind. There are a few, however, that keep looking into the strangeness surrounding the complex. After more than a few disappearances, they have learned to keep a very low profile.
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Some of the picturesque office parks that had sprung up along the Animas River have been described by the less charitable as "dirty hippie communes," but the people who worked there preferred "relaxed work environment" instead. The small group of business owners who developed the parks cut their teeth during the "dot com boom" in the mid-1990's and thought it might be an interesting idea to try and build real, profitable businesses that utilized the laid-back, casual style of work environment that was made famous, some would say infamous, at the time. One such office was the small advertising firm Pop Marketing Unlimited. It was moderately successful, despite being plagued recently by several of its two dozen or so employees being suddenly hospitalized with various strange illnesses.
Junior designer Robert Dalton walked out of his boss' office and leaned on his best friend Debbie's desk. "Everything good, Robbie?" Deb asked.
"Oh, yeah", Robbie smiled, "It's always nice to know people think you're doing a good job. How's your day been?"
Deb smiled and rolled her eyes, "Oh, you know how it is."
They chatted amiably for a few moments, until Robbie got an odd look on his face. "Robbie? What's wrong?"
"I don't know. My hand feels weird," he brought his hand up to look at it, or he tried rather. His hand, and part of his forearm stayed firmly on the front of Deb's desk. "What the hell?" He pulled more firmly, and it actually hurt.
Deb saw the flash of pain and looked at Robbie in alarm, "What?"
He was about to repeat 'I don't know', but his vision began to swim, and he suddenly felt very faint, and abruptly passed out.
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Robbie heard his name being called softly, he wasn't sure where he was.
"Mr. Dalton? Robbie?"
Robbie giggled suddenly, and slurred out "I had the strangest dream. I was being turned into a puppet."
As Robbie giggled again, slightly maniacally, the person above him placed his hand on Robbie's shoulder.
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This is a pretty cool idea, you should really flesh it out more.
I really think you should write a REAL beginning to this piece, right now it's a totally cold opening and It's very abrasive. The beginning setup doesn't really have to be that long, a simple description of the office would work. Maybe a small background on Robert. Maybe something like this will fit in well with the genre:
"Picture an average office, cubicles all separating each employees work space, the rustle of paper, the gurgle of the water cooler. The Boss' secretary talking in low tones on the telephone, just a few feet from her desk is a door that says: Douglas Clyde, Regional Director of Sales. From inside the door you hear the muffled sounds of a conversation through the walls, the door opens suddenly as Robert Dalton steps out saying "Thanks Boss." Robert moves over to the secretary's desk and leans on it"
Something like this would really set up the realistic setting of the story and would really contrast well with the absolute bizarre circumstances that you throw Robert into.
Your dialogue is really good, I can't really find any problems with it.
The doctor's response to the absolutely surreal events is not proportionate to what happened, I can't really think of any good suggestions other than that Robert wake up in some secret medical facility (but then you are in the realm of cliche). Keep working with this idea, I really like it!
Oh, I see Brock commented on your dialogue, just ignore my input on it then!
Hello Mike. Your story has an interesting beginning but I agree with one of the previous critiques. It needs a beginning. I had the sense that we were reading about a modern day Pinocchio, but in reverse! That idea, in and of itself is not a bad one; in fact I think you have myriads of plot possibilities, but don’t let it get too weird.
Perhaps start with Robert healthy and normal. Let the reader get to know him before you turn him into wood. If you do that, I think others will identify with your characters plight, and when the weirdness begins, they will follow him right to the end. Finally, whatever the dilemma you choose to put Robert through, be careful not to breech the readers willing suspension of disbelief. Once you do, it’s terribly difficult to win them back.
Hey Mike,
Here are my thoughts on Chapter one of your novel Fast and
Loose.
I really like the narrative style that you use hear. It's informative but relaxed at the same time. There's a couple of instances where the relaxed style lapses into more formalized tones. For example, you use the sentence:
No one knows where they go, and speculation is heavily discouraged.
If you could find a way to smooth those out, it would sound a bit more consistent.
There was also some description that seemed to be a bit muddled. This could use some touching up:
Deb saw the flash of pain and looked at Robbie in alarm, "What?"
I think you could use a phrase like "in his eyes" or "across his
face" between the underlined words. As it stands, it makes it seem
like an actual physical flash occurred.
Now, to some grammatical and spelling stuff...
Missing period here:
I'm Doctor Marqea Please don't make any sudden movements
I think you're missing a word between the two underlined words in the next sentence:
People in nearby have been muttering suspiciously about the CDC complex for a number of years, phoning in complaints about vibrations under ground and other strange goings on.
Or maybe you could just remove the "in" to solve the problem.
You're missing a quotation mark here:
he trailed off. We're not getting help.
And that's all that I saw. By the way, the idea of a bleeding desk was a really cool mental image. I grinned when I read that. Kudos. Keep up the good work. I'll look forward to seeing what comes down the pipe.


