December 11th, 2011 at 11:02pm
Story Review Game
Summary and Layout
I don’t really like the layout, or rather, the formatting of it. The lines are so scrunched together it’s hard to read, but I believe that might be a personal preference. Also, I found the summary to be rather distracting, like how the words became bigger. I don’t know, it just didn’t appeal to me, and I found it to be discouraging. However, when I read it, I really liked what you had to say, which is most important to the story.
Chapter 1
Quiet elegance tiptoes through the tinted clouds, reflecting a wave of rising sunlight and lacing the air with a promise of warmth.
This is enticing, really. I was able to pick up the image in my head and toy with it, which is swell.
Savoring the final daybreak’s chill before sunshine takes over.
I was confused at first, but then I figure it was this Addison. I don’t really like that it’s bolded, but I understand you need a way to differentiate the thoughts, and such. I like this..erm, character? He seems very, oh I don’t know, all knowing and controlling in a way. I like it.
My dear, I love this narration. It’s so fantastic. I like the feeling of disorder and distraction in this, you can really see where his mind is, which is lovely. It started out normal enough, but I was pleased that this changed into something unique and rather fascinating.
I just love how you describe the boy’s feelings about Addison, how protected and safe he feels when his voice is heard in his head.
Holy shit, I love this chapter. You described schizophrenia quite well, in my opinion. You’ve done research, no doubt. I especially loved how the voice changed at the end, and just yes. The reader is able to understand what you’re writing, but it doesn’t take away from the story, which is hard to find in stories dealing with schizophrenia.
Chapter 2
People won’t see the portals to his demise, the dirty, greasy lines, the socks-wet-with-dew.
I like this line because I found it to be really vivid. It’s nice.
The veil is now reinforced by a wall. A thin, bony wall. Pale wall, pressing his vision into darkness.
The light that sneaks past his wall illuminates criss-crossed scars. In his mind, cold metal presses against them again. There are less spaces between memory now.
Agh! This is beautiful, in a messed up way. Especially ‘a thin, bony wall’. I don’t ever think I’ve heard something described like that.
Oh, man, I love the discourse between Cameron and Addison. It’s really powerful, even though it’s short, but…I think it was effective and I liked it.
This is really amazing, to be honest. The way Celeste knows and the panic that Cameron feels about having said Addison was his best friend in past tense. Really brilliant.
His head tilts slightly at this miracle. Hair like a rich, soft dirt. Like a steady, strong tree. Hands that can cut down his trees. Eyes likes the grass-wet-with-dew, the grass that held him as he cried and screamed.
This is truly awesome. I love, love, love this description and narrative, I do!
And the end of the chapter was awesome as well. It was a lovely way to conclude the chapter.
Chapter 3
I’m not copying and pasting anything after this, because…it was all so damn amazing. I mean, I just don’t have anything to critique. It was powerful and beautiful and amazing and insane. This is really good, and I wish I’d have read it sooner. The narration was something that was certainly new to me, but it worked so well with what you were going for.
And the end, oh the end! It was perfect. I really enjoyed reading this, and I apologize for not having any constructive words, but this was really great.
You’re really good at this. I loved this. It really was executed perfectly. Well done.
This line right here made me want to read more and more. Maybe its because I have issues, but who cares?
The story was beautiful. And beautifully written. Great detailing. The almost plain layout somehow suits the story. There were no mistakes. I cant tell you enjoy writing this and I also enjoyed reading it. I have some strange obssesion with schizophrenia. I think its one of the most beautiful, painful, and worse illnesses in the world.
Last I could say is keep writing and never let anybody ever tell you different.