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“Sweet Mother of God,” he said, leaning in toward the television screen. “How can he do that?”
“I told you,” said the other doctor.
“Well, yes. I know you told me. How does he move things around like that?”
“I have no idea. None of us has any idea.”
“How does his—”
“We've been passively scanning his brain activity all afternoon. Like I said, we have no idea. There's no detectible abnormality in any of it. That's why we asked you to come and give us your opinion. Another set of eyes.”
He sighed and looked up from the screen. “I'm afraid I can't help you here.”
“I'm sorry?”
“I can't help. I haven't got a clue where to start. What we really need,” said Dr. Peters, “is a priest.”
thayes@medjet.com
"Time and time again we see these creatures tear the fabric of what we know and love to ruins"
Vycye
The idea was good. The way that he dealt with the death and so forth was strong and seemed to come from an experience (which is a good thing for the reader to feel) Whether or not it is based on experience is irrelavent to the fact that it served as one of the key points in the story.
I love internal conflicts. I love it when you draw the reader into the mind and guide them in a walk through hell when touring the mind's forbidden thoughts, dreams, and memories.
Basically, I loved your story. The only thing that I would change are the names. I am not a big fan of common names. Names that you would truly name a child often bore me as you are not trying to bring the reader of reality for they get enough of that (I mena come on... They LIVE in it) You are tryingt o guide them through your world. And if the name "Tom" reflects your world and your the limits of your imagination... mrrr... I would suggest a name that you make up on your own. A name that you would not hear on the street. It could be a nickname of his perhaps? I don't know. In case you hadn't realized it yet, I am not exactly the best at critiquing. I lied when I said my opinion was highly valued (covers face) I'm so ashamed!!
Anyhoo... That's what I think.
"'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'"
Vycye
I didn't really like the names too well myself. (My wife forgot the main character's after her she first read it. That should have told me something, eh?)
Glad you liked it.
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The way that he dealt with the death and so forth was strong and seemed to come from an experience (which is a good thing for the reader to feel)
The way that Tom dealt with death or the way that I did?
If it's the latter - I've spent quite a bit of time in that environment. I also did a bit of research on Usenet for personal experiences, believe it or not. (People post the strangest things there. Try alt.support.self-harm sometime for some wacky rollicking fun.) It's one of the few types of death where it's fairly common that people come back with minimal damage and can tell you about it. I lucked out - it's realistic because that's what it's actually like.
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"Without those we love, life dwindles into but the simple act of living to survive which, in my opinion, is not life at all"
Vycye
[This message has been edited by Infyrno (edited August 24, 2003).]
I have a grand total of one experience with death, actually: my grandmother's. That one wasn't so sad as it was a relief for everyone (including her), because she had spent the last six months of her life in the aftermath of a stroke, in great pain and in a babbling stupor. I'm sure she didn't want to stick around much longer. (And we feel she probably wanted to get back to her Wally, whom she lost to cancer 30 years prior.)
What I did was try to imagine losing my wife, or my daughter, or my son - and the initial emotions were powerful enough that it was relatively easy to extrapolate what it must feel like to lose someone very close. I'm sure I don't want that experience any time soon. I'd probably be pretty much emotionally disabled for a long time afterward.
Telling me that my writing about a subject like that had such an effect on you is probably one of the best compliments you could pay me. Thank you.
“I don’t understand how one can be so immaculately indulgent in sympathizing with me in my quandary whilst moreover seeing in the wake of what their very eyes do witness, my downfall, demise and ruin on their hands.”
Vycye