My name is Dulci Ash. I've been divorced twice, have two kids, and a horrible secret. I'm psychic. And not just psychic – natural born witch, lighting candles without a match, visits from ghosts and things that go bump in the night psychic. People say they'd like to know what's going to happen – trust me, you really don't. Especially when you see the train wreck coming and can't do a damn thing to stop it.
Since the night my Uncle Dan died when I was five, until the night one month ago when I dreamed about 125 year old murder, I had done my best to hide, kill or subdue my dubious “talent”. The dream started innocently enough . . .
When the dream started, I was standing on a rocky red cliff. Mountain bones were exposed in stern muscled columns that
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Since the night my Uncle Dan died when I was five, until the night one month ago when I dreamed about 125 year old murder, I had done my best to hide, kill or subdue my dubious “talent”.
I suggest try to simplify this a bit. For example: My uncle Dan deid when I was Five. Since then, I had done my best to hide.... my 'talent' until a month ago. I dreamed of a....
Plus you have 'the dream started... twice. I suggest deleting the second.
The first paragraph drops us into place.
That said, the trouble is with your second paragraph. You are trying to fit too much in a couple of lines, and in turn, getting stalled. Get right to the point.
Suggestion:
Ever since the day my Uncle Dan died, when I was five, a single dream has haunted me. It made me hate my talent.
I stood on (cliff's or bluff's name) as the (Fort Name's)cavalry rounded the river bend. They were a ragtag bunch that surrounded themselves with traitorous natives. At the rear of the line, and old man sat proudly in the saddle. Though his hands were bound, his mannerism shouted that he was only kept because he allowed himself to be.
[This message has been edited by InarticulateBabbler (edited June 05, 2007).]
You can still streamline the second paragraph since I don't yet know the significance of Uncle Dan's death and there is no way for you to tell me that in the first 13.
Maybe:
Since I was five I've done my best to hide, kill or subdue my dubious "talent". For the last twenty years, until last month, I've had the same vision about a 125 year old murder. I don't know why it's suddenly stopped and that worries me. The dream starts innocently enough . . .
I was standing . . .
The paragraph break will let me know you are starting to tell me about the vision.
[This message has been edited by debhoag (edited June 05, 2007).]
And, see if you can turn the dream from a passive retelling into an active reliving. Get visceral, use your MC's senses to relate what she's seeing and feeling. That would help increase the immediacy of your writing and draw your reader in. It might also necessitate working the opening paragraph in somewhere after the dream, but I suppose that would work itself out eventually.
Jayson Merryfield
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My name is Dulci Ash. I've been divorced twice, have two kids, and [have] a horrible secret. I'm psychic. [deleted] Not just psychic[, but a] natural born witch [who can] light candles without a match, [receive] visits from ghosts[,] and [hear] things that go bump in the night psychic. People say they'd like to know what's going to happen[, but] trust me, you really don't. Especially when you see the train wreck coming and can't do a damn thing to stop it.Since the night my Uncle Dan died when I was five, {is this related to the train wreck just mentioned?} until the night one month ago when I dreamed about 125 year old murder, I had done my best to hide, kill or subdue my dubious “talent”. The dream started innocently enough . . .
[deleted]I was standing on a rocky red cliff. Mountain bones were exposed in stern muscled columns that
By the way, I understood that this dream was a one time event. However, if it threw two people, then a re-wording might be wise.
[This message has been edited by DebbieKW (edited June 05, 2007).]
My name is Dulci Ash. I've been divorced twice, have two kids, and a horrible secret. I'm psychic. And not just psychic – I'm a natural-born-witch, lighting-candles-without-a-match, visits-from-ghosts-and-things-that-go-bump-in-the-night type psychic. People say they'd like to know what's going to happen – trust me, you really don't. Especially when you see the car crash coming and can't do a damn thing to stop it.
Since the night 22 years ago, when my Uncle Dan died and I was powerless to stop it, until the night one month ago when everything in my life changed, I have done my best to hide, kill or subdue my dubious “talent”. This is how it all changed. It started with a dream, and the dream started so innocently:
[This message has been edited by Kathleen Dalton Woodbury (edited June 06, 2007).]
"Things that go bump in the night - cliche.
One last note - I'd nix the colon, just go with a straight period and then start the dream in another paragraph, but that's me.
Jayson Merryfield