March 15th, 2009 at 12:29am
For Story/Review Game.
Okay, so compared to all the other reviews on this page, mine will seem like shit.
Anyway. Moving on. =]
Throughout most of it, I didn't really know what was wrong with Tom. The thing is, with your way with words, you don't lay it out for everyone to see, you kind of hide it through similes and metaphors and maybe even superficial things and the reader has to kind of 'decipher' it. It's a really, really good way to write. It's not like, you know, boring to read and kind of Too simple; it's interesting.
I noticed you used many biological terms for this. That was something that was really interesting to me, it actually kinda dragged me in, I don't really know why. You used words like ventricles, haemoglobin, carbon dioxide... it kinda engulfed me into the story, because you know that the author is smart as well as a good writer :cute:
The way you leave your readers kinda in suspence because you don't really know what's the matter with Tom, is clever. At first, you know why; it's because of writer's block, but then you twist it into something much more than just a lack of words, it's something more deep and meaningful. It's only revealed later that he's been a sort of hermit, like fallen into some deep depression.
I also liked the fact that through Tom's eyes and your words, you portrayed the other band members as distant, because that's how Tom sees them himself. Also, another clever thing to put in.
But of course, he thinks, to shatter his breastplate with a biro is impractical, albeit poetic and almost beautifully graphic
^ That gives a little insight on what's going on inside Tom's mind; I like the fact that he sort of 'broke' the cliche-ness of the stabbing-pen-into-heart thing. =] That was done well!
They won’t find the empty beer bottles sunken into his feathery duvet like corpses in luxuriously padded caskets
^ A beautiful example of your similes...those three words at the end just transformed the whole sentence to something more poetic and deep, which is, I expect, what you were aiming for. I love your wording.
oozing with truth and harshness and leaving ugly drip stains on his brain
^ :omfg: You don't know how much I love that line right there. Drip stains on his brain....absolutely great word choice, your metaphors are love! It justgives extra emotion to the whole thing, but not overly-done, it's just...really good!
his crushed canvases upon which he flung black words painted into shapes that cast no light and no shadow
^ Your words, especially these ones, just flow so smoothly and amazingly. They just ache to be rolled off the reader's tongue...they're just MADE to say out loud. It's almost poetic. No, it is poetic. I don't know the The Used song you wrote that 'created' this story but just by the song title ''Poetic Tragedy'', I can tell you've lived up to the song.
...marvelling at the way they sting his eyes and look so hypnotising like a Ferris wheel spinning in the dark
^ :omfg: Again, the simile! The way you compared it with a ferris wheel, that's something.
That was a saaad ending. The fact that you said that he could write a million songs about what was happening to him at that instant when he died, well woah, that was cleverrr, because of the irony of how he didn't know what to write before, at the beginning. Pretty sad, that was. =[
I bet you're winning the competition. Or at least coming 2nd. :tehe: Good luck! You're a really, really good writer! You shouldn't ever stop writing.
( EDIT: :cheese: I think that's the longest review I've ever written! ^_^ )
The first thing I must commend you on is your language. It’s so descriptive. Your story sucked me in with the language and the amazing metaphors. I cannot even describe how incredible your metaphors are.
We begin with Tom very upset that he cannot write. Ah, writer’s block one of the worst feelings for an artist. The way you portray Tom shows that cares about his art. He wants to take a pen to his heart just to feel the salty tears of pain slid onto the page so they could convey his words. You make him seem like such a passionate man. In fact, he’s a little too passionate. He wants to write so badly.
You make anatomical metaphors. I found this creepy to say the least. Hemoglobin, pupils, words like those. I find this so eerie. You tell the story with such detail like plastic pen and black imitation velvet for the beanbag. It’s so much rushing at the reader at once. This is definitely not a story you can read once and appreciate it in its entirety, in my opinion.
I just want to go over some of the metaphors, because that is what really sets this story apart from many stories I’ve read.
The same old tape plays over and over in front of delicate closed eyelids, taunting him with what he had and what he lost.
I know that feeling of having something played over and over again. Now, for Tom, a horrible event is playing again and again. Unfortunately, it always seems to be the things we long, can’t have, or have lost that keep playing in our minds. For Tom, it seems to be all three, although it’s too early in the story to tell.
He loathes the feeling of jealousy that poisons his blood, but he also despises the notes of laughter and song that faintly float up to him but pound painfully against his eardrums.
Jealously poisoning his blood…amazing, that line is incredible. He’s just mad and frustrated and it makes the reader wonder, why? Jealousy as a poison and feeling it spread, it’s enough to make anyone angry and frustrated. We just finished reading Othello, so I’m going on a “pointing out on how jealous could destroy you” phase.
It’s not fair
That line…I found that to be the breaking point of the story. It’s so simple compared to the rest of the story, but yet it’s really amazing.
He’s sick of the lies. Lies are what got them there. Deceits were written in actions rather than words
I’m going to get that second sentence embroidered on a pillow. I’m kidding, but it is so epic. Yes, epic, the only word I think for it at the moment. Deceits are always written in actions rather than words. It’s such an amazing line.
The rain is heavier now, the road slippery as it twists and turns under the tyres. Tom slides the car up a gear, pressing the button on the stereo, but then quickly turning the music off as a blast of loud guitar screams nothing but five little letters at him, a name that will always be associated with that band – a band who carry memories of loud bass and powerful vocals from the speaker beside his head, as he was forced down on the seat all those times Dougie and Harry were home. He grinds his teeth and throws himself back into his seat as he hurtles down a shining liquorice strip, weaving through ants of cars that are all just blurs of black crawling along in the dark. His ribcage is squeezing the air from his thorax, and he feels so compelled to just cry out to anyone, to let his emotions rip the world apart like he’s never done before. His throat burns from tears and sound as a sickening sob punches into the silence, followed by a drawn out, pained profanity that is different in almost every way to any other noise this car has heard before. He grinds his teeth and almost closes his eyes, feeling so defeated because it’s come to this, and nobody is here to help him. His pupils dilate as he takes in the rush of lights hurtling in the other direction, marvelling at the way they sting his eyes and look so hypnotising like a Ferris wheel spinning in the dark, drawing him into a thrill of height, speed and release…
I love this paragraph. We see all of his anger and grief. He grinds his teeth, his throat burns. It’s the spinning that I feel when I read this. Everything is out of sorts, nothing is working. You try and try, but nothing ever works. Tom is frustrated, what can he do? Everything feels like chaos and it’s just the final blow. You convey those feels and make the reader feel so sorry for Tom. When I read this paragraph, it was like wow. I felt so helpless and it was about Tom. It reflects the feeling we’ve all had at one time or another. The feeling of hopelessness and jealously and anger, it’s hard for anyone. Tom admits these feelings and you portray it very well. Bravo for such an amazing paragraph.
As the poet in the car closes his eyes, he forgets the world and feels as though he could write a million songs about the soul leaving his crushed body on the wrong side of the road.
Incredible, I love this line right here. It’s just so subtle. I love the way that Tom seems to have one last thought as he leaves this world. I love how you talked about his soul and how it leaves his crushed body. It’s like Tom is getting one last glimpse of all he lost and it’s one of those “Now he has an idea, too late” kind of deal.
Well, this story is so beautiful. The description is astonishing and it makes you feel and hear everything the story. The metaphors are done with detail, but not clichéd. The grammar is immaculate, except for the fact that you have some commas where semi-colons should really be. It’s funny because I do my reviews on Microsoft Word so I don’t make any spelling errors. When I copied and pasted that paragraph, the program marks so many words wrong. However, it’s because the program is on American English and not British. I also found that refreshing and like a culture introduction on how some of the words are spelt so differently. I like this story and this review is not as great at the others. I wish I knew more about this fandom so I could give you better feedback, yeah this review stinks.
Everything was perfect, even to the layout. How did you make it?
Your writing is amazing and you are a true artist. You are a wordsmith and such a magnificent writer, I hope you like this review. :cute: