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Travis_R
12-01-2009, 11:07 PM
Hello there,
I'm beginning my new novella which centers around a young boy and his world, or at least how he perceives it. The central themes I'm trying to convey are loss of innocence and the beauty within the mind of children. I've written a short first chapter and would love your critique. Thank you!


Chapter One
The transparent rays of the sun shone down upon the field in which he lay. Flowers were all around him, forming patterns made by an unseen hand. The gentle breeze carried the smell of the sea to him. This was his princedom by the sea, and he was the prince in waiting. Young, vulnerable, naïve, everything we wish we could be again.
The young prince opened his eyes slowly, his heart stirred by the salt air and gentle breeze. He didn’t know how long he was lying there, in his utopia. He didn’t care. Without the slightest since of urgency he rose, not bothering to dust the dirt or grass off his beautiful prince clothes. Somewhere in the distance a bell tolled to signal that it was mid-day. He didn’t hear it. Besides, the time and dates didn’t matter to him. He couldn’t read clocks or calendars. Not so much could be said for the other residents of his princedom – they had to do whatever clocks and calendars said.
The prince took one step forward, then another. He was heading straight for his sea, for it did belong to him. His gentle, wide eyes looked forward, but not only forward. They looked everywhere. To his left he noticed two robins perched on a tree branch. To his right, a large bunch of beautiful, blue flowers he did not know the name of. He exited his clearing, for it was his, and entered the woods surrounding it. He would be at his sea soon. Without a problem he cleared a path throughout the undergrowth and brush in his way, swiping it away with strokes of his hand. He was a prince and an explorer. He was everything.
Continuing on through the forest, he finally reached the shore upon which his vast ocean lay. Stepping onto the beach, he felt the sand between his toes. Felt the breeze upon his face. Let his body bask in the wonder of the elements. He liked it. Looking out across the sea, he could only imagine what waited for him on the other side. His eyes bore into the sea, looking for some clue of what could be on the other side – but he found none, just miles and miles of water. His world was endless.
He ran along the beach now, closing his eyes. He couldn’t see what was in front of him. Whatever he wanted was in front of him. Suddenly, his foot got caught on a stray root running down from the forest. He tumbled to the sand, rolling head over heels until he stopped moving. Catching his breath, he stood up slowly and then began running again. Nothing hurt. Everything was beautiful.
Bells began ringing again, but still he didn’t care. He just loved the sound, and the way it gently echoed within his ear. While the bells rang, another sound rose high above them, past the clouds, past Earth, to infinity. His mother’s cry pierced both the air and his perfect world.
“Daniel! I’ve been looking all over for you, your dinner is ready and it’s getting cold. Please,” his mother asked in a tired voice. She stood at the top of the beach, glaring upon the beautiful scene which was right in front of her eyes. Daniel slowly approached his mother, eyes looking downwards. He knew he had done something wrong, just not what. His mother grabbed his hand and she began the trek back to his castle, young prince in tow.
The pair entered the woods, leaving the sea and beach without their owner, all alone, vulnerable. Birds danced gracefully above the horizon, fish flew below the water and trees swam in the wind. Besides the birds, something else danced gracefully above the horizon. A cloud was approaching quickly, a dark cloud which existed only to bring hardship and evil to the princedom by the sea. The sea no longer belonged to the price.

Dinkleberry2010
12-24-2009, 04:20 AM
I am terrible at criticism or giving critiques. All I'll say about this first chapter is it is tantalizing, and it makes me want to read on, to continue reading it.

wlz
01-16-2010, 05:09 AM
I am sure we all experience the struggle to perfect our grammar and punctuation in writing. I find it tasking each time I sit down to work on a story. It is a pain in the neck! I have been sitting at my desk for three hours this morning reading stories on the forum. Among these compositions I found that the most common problems seem to be difficulties with grammar, punctuation, narrative coherence and word order. These tools are essential to the writer in working his craft. Many years ago I was given a rule for writing: "brevity: only include the essential, necessary and relevant details because there is no virtue in complexity for its own sake". It is bloody difficult! Consider the simplicity of this sentence:

Pigs grunt.

Now write a description of the image brought into mind by this sentence and compare the two texts.
Anyway, I enjoyed your story and I would love to read more. I hope you are not insulted by my response...? As I have already stated, difficulties in these areas are something we all go through in writing.

MarkBastable
01-16-2010, 05:20 AM
I am sure we all experience the struggle to perfect our grammar and punctuation in writing. ... Consider the simplicity of this sentence:

Pig's grunt.

As I have already stated, difficulties in these areas are something we all go through in writing.

Actually that's not a sentence because it has no verb in it. If it were this:

Pigs grunt.

it would be a sentence.

But your apostrophe shows us that pig is a possessive noun, so grunt must be a noun too. So it's 'the grunt of a pig' - a phrase, but not a sentence.


....difficulties in these areas are something we all go through in writing

wlz
01-16-2010, 05:40 AM
It is after all, a mistake. And as I pointed out, WE ALL make these errors. Thank YOU for pointing that out. Is that an attempt at a paragraph? Difficulties in these areas are something we all go through in writing.

wlz
01-16-2010, 06:08 AM
Are you the Novelist, Mark Bastable? Are you the author of 'Icebox' and 'Mischief'?

MarkBastable
01-16-2010, 06:22 AM
Are you the Novelist, Mark Bastable? Are you the author of 'Icebox' and 'Mischief'?

Never heard of him.

wlz
01-16-2010, 06:29 AM
Nonsense! I bet you are... but I have no way of proving it. Blast it all. lol.

wlz
01-16-2010, 06:39 AM
I am now convinced that you are the novelist, Mark Bastable, author of the abovementioned works. Fantastic!

wlz
01-16-2010, 07:06 AM
Fantastic!

Dinkleberry2010
01-16-2010, 12:29 PM
I beg to differ with MarkBastable about a sentence. A sentence requires no verb. A sentence can consist of one word.

MarkBastable
01-16-2010, 12:52 PM
Sentences are generally characterized in most languages by the presence of a finite verb, e.g. "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog".

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sentence_(linguistics)

Dinkleberry2010
01-16-2010, 12:56 PM
I repeat: a sentence requires no verb; a sentence can consist of one word. Look up the definition of sentence in a dictionary.

heroman
01-19-2010, 03:52 AM
nice start


why i myself when i try to write something feel afraid of commiting mistakes and critisized by others. im no longer a good writer. yet, i am a good debater and have a good expereince how to write unboundary


a very nice novella, dude

Lyn05
01-22-2010, 10:25 AM
This is amazing!

sangha
01-22-2010, 06:17 PM
Great stuff, but you may want to work on your first sentence a bit. It's great for anyplace but a first sentence. You know what I mean? It lacks definition...and seems to be (even symbolically stretching it) mostly irrelevant to your themes. So pick something with some kind of aesthetic purpose which relates to your novella or the themes.

Also, by titling it Princedom by the Sea, you're referring to Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita where the phrase was first coined (as a tribute to Edgar Allen Poe's poem Annabel Lee and its kingdom by the sea). So, if you weren't aware of that, you should know it adds to your themes of loss of innocence/childish beauty (if somewhat misleadingly).

Travis_R
02-07-2010, 03:55 PM
Great stuff, but you may want to work on your first sentence a bit. It's great for anyplace but a first sentence. You know what I mean? It lacks definition...and seems to be (even symbolically stretching it) mostly irrelevant to your themes. So pick something with some kind of aesthetic purpose which relates to your novella or the themes.

Also, by titling it Princedom by the Sea, you're referring to Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita where the phrase was first coined (as a tribute to Edgar Allen Poe's poem Annabel Lee and its kingdom by the sea). So, if you weren't aware of that, you should know it adds to your themes of loss of innocence/childish beauty (if somewhat misleadingly).

That's exactly why I named the story what I did :)

Travis_R
03-02-2010, 09:54 PM
Hey guys, I've actually gotten a few requests to post some more so here's a bit more. I'm debating over whether dividing this work into chapters or not. I know as a reader I prefer chapters, however I believe the work would flow much better if not. Also, I can't figure out how to indent for some reason. Anyways, here's a bit more:

The Princedom was a sight to behold. Even to the innocent eyes of Daniel, the Princedom was a place of unlimited beauty and vibrancy. Not only was it visually beautiful, but it evoked feelings in him far beyond his comprehension. Ecstasy and love poured over him like the endless amount of waves in his vast sea. Though these waves could have easily washed him away in to oblivion, the only hint of them was found in the slightest smile upon his face. Like a sea hardened sailor, Daniel had braved these waves many times before.
His mother still had hold of him, and he followed her without protest. He knew better than to. Besides, he was enjoying the sights and feelings evoked by the princedom at night.

“Your father had an extremely hard day at work, Daniel. Remember to always treat him with respect, and after supper you are to go straight to bed for your disobedience.” His mother told him in her matter-of-fact tone which he despised so much, but wasn’t sure why. Upon mention of his father, however, Daniel’s slight smile turned into a beam. Even after receiving the discouraging news that he was to go to bed early, he still couldn’t stop. He was a prince, but his father was a king as well as the strongest man in the entire Princedom. He had never been beat. Daniel could only imagine what his King work entailed; Knighting, fighting, declaring, everything noble and chivalrous. His father was everything he wanted to be.

The castle was in plain sight now. Though it was not large, it evoked further emotion within Daniel. It was home. It was solitude. It was his even more than everything else was. Daniel was dragged a few steps further before let go of. The door of the castle was a door to another world, that of his father. His mother reached for the carved door handle, a fixture on the warn, cracked oak which made up the rest of the door. About the meet the one person that meant the world to him, Daniel did nothing to ready himself. The dirt on his clothes and face remained, yet it still didn’t matter. He stepped inside. Ignoring the fabulous paintings on the wall, the scent of dinner, the warmth of the fireplace, Daniel ran straight for the king as if it was his sworn mission to hunt him down.

Hearing his son’s cry, the King looked up with an air of noble warmth. His pride, love and sole meaning for being at that very moment was running towards him, arms spread. Like a powerful eagle spreading its wings, the King swept Daniel up in his beautiful talons. All of their worries washed away in embrace as if a healing rain reigned over them. In embrace, the King became as young and serene as his young Prince. Looking into his eyes, the King saw himself reflected in Daniel’s wide, bright eyes. He chuckled to himself.

“It’s nice to see you too, Daniel. Your mother tells me you had quite the busy day out adventuring. How about telling me some of them?” The King asked softly. Picking Daniel up and sitting him down, the King returned to his throne and began eating, waiting for Daniel to begin weaving tales of adventure and intrigue.

“Oh father, I had the most wonderful time today near the ocean. I even saw a mermaid!” Daniel began.
“A mermaid! That must have been wonderful! Was she beautiful?”
“Oh yes, she was! She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Perhaps even the most beautiful woman in the world!” Daniel paused for a moment, “Besides mother!” Upon hearing this, the King chuckled to himself.
“Did she say anything?”
“Why yes, she did… She told me that something was coming to the Kingdom! Some kind of change, something new. I asked her what kind of change, but she only told me not too worry. She said everything would be fine.”
“Change, eh? Nothing wrong with that. Change makes us stronger. Remember that, Daniel. Now, isn’t it about time you go out to bed?” The King said, only wishing the best for his Prince.
“But…I’m not sleepy!” Daniel protested. It wasn’t true, but he wanted to spend more time with his father.
“More adventures await tomorrow. You want to be well rested for them!”

Obeying the king’s latest proclamation, Daniel marched up the stairs towards his bed like a soldier towards his death. His mother put down the dishes she was washing and slowly walked towards the stairs.
“Honey, you shouldn’t humor him like that. You’ll only fill his head with more nonsense. Besides, he starts school later this week. He has to grow up sometime.”
“Hey, you’re only that innocent once.”