Four Color Noir
short story, pulp, noir, science fiction
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A Retro-Sci-fi Noir piece set in a city of talking animals and a world of only four colors...where things aint as simple as they are in the funny-pages.
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Four-Color Noir
by: P.F. White
"Its always about love or money." Says Joey the rat.
I tell him that I got a fist o' steel and no time to be poetical. He spills, like I knew he would, coughin up a lung-fulla info. Some of its good, some bad, and I gots no time to sort through whats what. He's right about one thing: It's always about love or money. In Some cases, both.
I take a moment to straighten my red trench-coat and knock down the five foot mottled grey rat-man. He runs off yelping curses but glad to be alive. Joey aint nothin but Gutter trash. Just like every one of his damn brothers. One day these gutters are gonna get cleaned. Till then he's a useful fink, so I let em live. Don't mean I gotta like it o' course.
Names Mack by the way. Folks call me Mack 'The Truck' on account a my size and the way I barrel through cases without ever applyin the breaks. Some dicks go fer finesse and subtlety in there work. They take pains to keep things tidy, quiet, and boring. Nuts to those rubes! I'm an eight hundred pound Gorilla with a metal skeleton and a mean streak a mile wide, I do things my way.
Joey told me that my girl's bein held with the Cilantro brothers. These Mook's are a trio o' small time Snakes lookin to make big by taken the mayors daughter. They ain't big, and I aim to make em pay fer thinkin they are. No social climbing in my town boys, know your role. Joey jabbered somethin about a pack a hyena's and a trap, but I doubt it'll amount to anything. The rat will feed me anything when his skins on the line, can't say I blame em.
I hail a roto-car and hop in. The grav thrusters strain to take my simian bulk but eventually they settle in. The Bot behind the wheel makes no comment, and for once im glad for the city's totally mechanized public services.
I need a Zapper. Usually I operate without one, but the Cilantro's are just dumb enough to make trouble, and just smart enough to bring the firepower to make it hurt. Lucky that I know just the place to snatch some fire on the hurry.
Most folks let an eight hundred pound Gorilla do what he wants. I suppose thats what got me into this gig, that and the scratch. A cyber-ape's got bills to pay, and I ain't got the patience for much else. It was either the bulls or the heels and I ain't no heel. Maybe the scratch ain't the same but the respect's a damn sight better.
My squawk-box starts a racket, somethin about steerin clear of this one. Direct orders and such. I switch it dead and grin to myself. Like the mayor's gonna care if some two-bit snake-thugs end up dead after gettin his daughter back. I'll probably get a medal.
If those yeggs have hurt Lucy I swear to god I'll feed em their own tails. Nobody messes with my girl in my town and lives to tell about it.
The car pulls up in front of 'Spotted-Dick's Paw and Gun'. A sleazy joint on the rough edge of the island, but a discreet one. Plus Spotted-Dick owes me. I toss the bot behind the wheel a no-nonsense look and squeeze outside. I grunt to him to keep the meter running.
Outside the night-sky is a beautiful shade of bright crimson. Below it the city's skyline of jagged black boxes blink on and off with irregular yellow lights. A blue half moon glows like a street lamp above it all. I love this town and let no one tell yeh different. In spite of the job, in spite of the criminals, I could never leave this place. It's home. Lucy understands that. She complains sometimes, but she understands.
I jam myself
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Since I often forget things I want to say by the time I get to the end and start writing a critique, I have opened the critique window so I can critique while I read. So let's just jump in ....shall we?
The critiques may be all over the place as far as the type of thing I am critiquing by doing it as I read. So, pelase bare with me...
He runs off yelping curses but glad to be alive.
I am not positive, but I think there should be a comma before but. I say this because I naturally paused after yelping curses both when reading silently and out loud to myself. But that can be checked.
Till then he's a useful fink, so I let em live. Don't mean I gotta like it o' course.
Some dicks go fer finesse and subtlety in there work.
"Till" should be 'Til because it's slang and "there" should be their. There is slang abound here, but you don't seem to use the contractive ' ~ also I noticed when you are slanging him you use "em" instead of 'im. Usually "em" is reserved for plural and "im" for singular. Is this on purpose? Is it supposed to be a different inflection? Just curious.
grav thrusters
Is this gravity thrusters? ( I assume so, but some might not automatically get that).
Most folks let an eight hundred pound Gorilla do what he wants.
This is twice on the same page. I don't think it's needed here and feels more forced than the other reference. I would ditch this in favor of something like "most folks don't mind me much" or "pay me much mind" kind of thing.
Outside the night-sky is a beautiful shade of bright crimson. Below it the city's skyline of jagged black boxes blink on and off with irregular yellow lights. A blue half moon glows like a street lamp above it all. I love this town and let no one tell yeh different. In spite of the job, in spite of the criminals, I could never leave this place. It's home. Lucy understands that. She complains sometimes, but she understands.
You could almost put this first, but it is probably choice thing not necessarily a must thing. I think I would have a better grasp starting out with this description first.
Lucy but Guess I had her figured wrong.
Guess shouldn't be capitalized.
With all that said, I didn't think I would like this story after the first page. Amazingly, I was really intrigued. I ended up liking it quite a lot. It was moving enough, the description right on the mark, and the character was likeable. I agree with the other critiquer that there should be more actual action and less telling to keep the reader actively involved.
Write on!
This was very imaginative and original. I had fun reading it!
The plot was easy to follow and interesting with a great twist at the end. I thought there should be more at the ending, so we know what ultimately happens to Mack.
The story moved right along at a quick pace, making it very easy to read. It never bogged down or tripped over itself. The ending didn't seem rushed. The story held my interest all the way to the end and I never felt it slowed down at all.
The descriptions were fantastic. Mack's world was brought to life through his own narrative and left little to wonder about. The four colors was a nice touch.
The characters were well thought out and a lot of fun! Mack lived up to the image I had when I started reading and never stopped entertaining. Great name for a Gorilla, by the way. The character names were fun and really added to the story (The Cilantro brothers). I thought the characters were the strongest part of this story and added much to the overall plot. Makes me wonder if the Maltese Falcon could be a real falcon?
The dialogue was very good and certainly advanced the story. The phrases used by Mack and other characters were consistent to the type of dialogue used in similar genre pieces and defintely added to the overall "feel" of the story. Great job there.
Grammar, spelling, and punctuation was a bit of a problem here. I was going to go through the piece and list my suggestions, but found the errors to be really common and too numerous. Reading this story aloud is what would benefit it the most. The majority of the errors are things you'll likely notice immediately, then smack yourself in the forehead over.
I really enjoyed the read. The story was very imaginative and seemed to be well thought out. I would definitely read more of Mack's adventures. That is, if there is to be more...



Four Color Noir by P.F. White is pure Pulp;
a fun romp through a video game noir animal si-fi adventure. Phew!
I really enjoyed this comic book style short story. By letting the light-hearted
fantasy flow, and going with the old fashion ‘good-guy vs. bad-guy’, I had a good
time. But I found the story had a terribly sad plot trick twist at the end, where Lucy
turns on our hero, the Gorilla, and that left me wanting to see the Gorilla get his
revenge. Perhaps, in the next installment?
The author, ‘P.F.’, keeps the pace lively by not balancing it too much. He rightly
combines some soft tempo with swifter action. I was never bored. There was a
good deal of varied description throughout the story, although not thick with
detail. I love these two: “I give him another two freight-train hooks to the gut and
the guard crumples to the street.” and “The tenement building is slowly dying. Sad
grey-plaster melts on the walls exposing red-electricity wires and howling blue air-
ducts.”
Overall, the author seemed to put more emphasis on the hero’s conflicts
and action. The characters never came across as real, but that is just fine in this
style of writing. If they appeared too real it would hurt the style and feel of the
story. The point of view was excellent and consistent.
The one thing I would suggest is that, in my opinion, the story would improve
greatly if there were some cuts made on the telling side and some more showing
and dialogue were added.
But, in the end,
“love and money is all that matters.” --P.F. White
Grunt, grunt.