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The Room had four walls plastered with little white lies and air filled with hollow promises.
He doesn’t even know it.
The Room had a table in its center, completely covered by the shining light coming out of the center of the ceiling.
I’m actually quite ashamed to be doing this to a guy like this.
Two men entered the Room. Their long figures stretched continuously up from the dirt ridden floor. Their muddy boots clapped on each footstep. The two men stopped near the door. Their ridged faces, silent and grave, searched the Room. With bodies shrouded in long trench coats, they walked near the table. One of them had sheets of papers gripped in his hand. With each clapping footstep, they seemed to hover above the ground, closer to him.
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The Room had four walls plastered with little white lies and air filled with hollow promises.(The effort for poetic-ness here is way too obvious. Also it sounds like the walls are are plastered with air filled with hollow promises. This needs to be changed or taken out al together)
He doesn’t even know it.(too ambiguous. Who doesn't know what? Keeping me confused isn't going to hold my attention im afraid)
The Room had a table in its center, completely covered by the shining light coming out of the center of the ceiling.(is this room dilapidated? is this a hole in the ceiling? a light?)
I’m actually quite ashamed to be doing this to a guy like this.(same problem i had with the previous dialogue. I don't know who is thinking this. Its too ambiguous again, I can't connect this thought to anything)
Two men entered the Room. Their long figures stretched continuously up from the dirt ridden floor.(this last sentence is uneeded, as a person's body always goes from the ground up - unless they are lying down, which I wouldn't think they are in the first place) Their muddy boots clapped on each footstep. The two men stopped near the door.(near the door they just entered? where were their footsteps taking them then?) Their ridged faces, silent and grave, searched the Room. With bodies shrouded in long trench coats, they walked near the table. One of them had sheets of papers gripped in his hand. With each clapping footstep, they seemed to hover above the ground, closer to him (I find it contradictry that thier footsteps clap yet they seem to hover above the ground. I envision no foot movement, or the illusion of no movement if it looks like they are hovering/gliding above the ground)
I wasn't drawn in to this first 13. I feel like there is a lot going on with no direction of what is going on (if that makes sense). I don't feel an urge to read on, im more confused and frustrated than anything. I feel as though you are trying to create suspense by with holding information (the dialogue parts don't point us towards anything in particular, we have no idea what he is doing and to what kind of person. He could be giving a heroic award to a murderer, or murdering a hero- who knows!)
[This message has been edited by Devnal (edited January 22, 2010).]
[This message has been edited by Devnal (edited January 22, 2010).]
I also like the first line, but then I always like stuff like that
I do think the clapping steps and the hovering is a slightly odd combination or, if you are doing it for the weird/otherwordly effect it perhaps needs to be described with more of that air.
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The Room had a table in its center, completely covered by the shining light coming out of the center of the ceiling
You may want a different word than "covered." Bathed, perhaps? Not totally sure what effect you're going for.
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I’m actually quite ashamed to be doing this to a guy like this.
"A guy like him" might sound better.
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One of them had sheets of papers
It should just be paper.
[This message has been edited by Merlion-Emrys (edited January 22, 2010).]
The 2 thought lines, so far, seem to have nothing to do with the scene you are setting, and I don't know whose thoughts they are.
Something about muddy boots clapping bothers me. I think of claps as sharp sounds, but I expect muddy boots to be muffled.
The last bit confused me.
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One of them had sheets of papers gripped in his hand. With each clapping footstep, they seemed to hover above the ground, closer to him.
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The Room had four walls plastered with little white lies and air filled with hollow promises.
He doesn’t even know it.
The Room had a table in its center, completely bathed by the shining light coming out of the center of the ceiling.
I’m actually quite ashamed to be doing this to a guy like him.
Two men entered the Room. Their long figures stretched continuously up from the dirt ridden floor. Their muddy boots clapped on each footstep. The two men stopped near the door. Their ridged faces, silent and grave, searched the Room. With bodies shrouded in long trench coats, they walked near the table. One of them had sheets of paper gripped in his hand. With each clapping footstep, they seemed to hover seamlessly,
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I am walking down the steps that took me up every day, for the past few years, to the place I tried to escape from, because I hated it, because I was good at it. Halfway down the stairs, a flock of people is passing right next to me, unaware of the true meaning behind those fancy words held high by the columns of an old, past sacred temple of guardians over the purity of mankind. I turn my scarred left eye at the broken inscription, looking at it for one last time, whose meaning disgusted those who understood it, enraged them, because we did the right thing. Their eyes, they look at me as the genetic inquisitor of this age. I am tired of that look. Of those clone eyes. Sunlight lingers on the building’s entrance, through the columns, obscuring, then enlightening my sight as I walk down the stairs, between the long shadows, while
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If you want the grammar checked, I'd be happy to do it for you (I may not be much of a writer, but I'm reasonably good with grammar). Just email it, if you're interested.
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