Writing Penguin
03-25-2013, 12:06 PM
Well, since I've gotten the brilliant idea of wanting to become more literary, I decided to try writing a bit. I rarely get the time to write, since I rarely get any time to focus (sharing a room with several others), though I managed to grab hold of some time I had to write a short part of a longer story. The story is short at the moment, since it's only a Word-page long, and has no actual ending. I have a great wanting to improve my writing, and therefore need some opinions from experienced third parties (experienced is just a preference, not a requirement) as to how my writing is. I don't think it wouldn't take too long to read through this, so I wish for some kind soul with a few minutes to spare to tell me if they find any minor or major flaws in my writing. Even if it's just that I mispelled a word, anybody who feels like ranting about how terrible my writing is, are highly welcome to do just that, since my foremost goal is to improve my literary capabilites.
Basically I want someone to tell me I suck at writing, and why I suck at it. The story follows:
School of the dead
The morbid smell of putrid corpses engulfed the deep halls of the fleshworks. A collection of apprentice necromancers watched with deep interest as the fleshmeister stitched together the flesh of several beings that had been alive as the class started. Squirrel, rat and cat corpses lay in a pile in front of him.
The fleshmeister spoke, in a voice that was highly suited for his old, boney body. ''Be careful not to break the old tendons unless you plan on replacing them''. His skin was full of stitches, pale as that of a corpse's and his eyes appeared blind. If Eve hadn't known better, she'd mistaken him for a campus ghoul that had stolen a necromancers robe.
''Before applying a spark of life, make sure all major blood vessels and nerves are properly connected'' the fleshmaster instructed. He studied the creature for a bit before he moved over to a bronze-colored apparatus, flipping a switch on its back. It began whirring, whilst slowly increasing its pitch. The fleshmaster grabbed a cabled rod with a rubber handle, hanging on the side of the apparatus and moved back to his creation.
Whirring noises surrounding the room, the fleshmeister spoke louder. ''Remember this method of resurrection should only be applied to simple beings that can be controlled easily with a Fleimerbach incantation, or similar''. He began chanting, first low, then increasingly louder: ''Nekrum poros sate imido nat vecine...''
The fleshmeister touched the head of his creation with the rod, still chanting. It began wailing and twitching, its limbs moving in an unnatural manner. He moved the rod away in a large motion, and raised his arm before striking the wailing creature with an open palm. ''MURI ET VORUM!'' he shouted, and the being ceased wailing and struggling. The fleshmeister put the rod back in its holster and shut off the machine.
He walked back to the creature. ''I, Agharon of the Readrin cast, command you to rise'' he said. The creature obeyed. ''I am your creator and master, and thus you should pay heed to my orders. If this is understood, raise your head... Any head''. After it had done so, he instructed it in the basic rules of necromancer-minion relationship. He turned to the students. ''Always make sure your creations are aware of these rules. Despite creating a new creature, you have used old parts, that may or may not act based on the memories of its previous life or lives, and thus may neglect to follow your orders for some random reason.''
The fleshmeister commanded the creature to clean up the mess that was caused under its creation. It just stared at him, barely moving. ''I commanded you to... Oh wait, right, you need a name''.
Eve smirked a bit. An educated necromancer had forgotten to name his creature. ''Well I had a cat named Franz a few ages ago, and since you're mostly cat, I guess you could be Franz as well. Now clean up here''. Franz nodded, before grabbing a few carcasses with its mouths and leaping off the desk. It threw them in the various incinerator and recycling piles around the room.
''Homework for next lesson will be page 457-468 regarding necrosis, in your resurrection text books. Class dismissed''
Basically I want someone to tell me I suck at writing, and why I suck at it. The story follows:
School of the dead
The morbid smell of putrid corpses engulfed the deep halls of the fleshworks. A collection of apprentice necromancers watched with deep interest as the fleshmeister stitched together the flesh of several beings that had been alive as the class started. Squirrel, rat and cat corpses lay in a pile in front of him.
The fleshmeister spoke, in a voice that was highly suited for his old, boney body. ''Be careful not to break the old tendons unless you plan on replacing them''. His skin was full of stitches, pale as that of a corpse's and his eyes appeared blind. If Eve hadn't known better, she'd mistaken him for a campus ghoul that had stolen a necromancers robe.
''Before applying a spark of life, make sure all major blood vessels and nerves are properly connected'' the fleshmaster instructed. He studied the creature for a bit before he moved over to a bronze-colored apparatus, flipping a switch on its back. It began whirring, whilst slowly increasing its pitch. The fleshmaster grabbed a cabled rod with a rubber handle, hanging on the side of the apparatus and moved back to his creation.
Whirring noises surrounding the room, the fleshmeister spoke louder. ''Remember this method of resurrection should only be applied to simple beings that can be controlled easily with a Fleimerbach incantation, or similar''. He began chanting, first low, then increasingly louder: ''Nekrum poros sate imido nat vecine...''
The fleshmeister touched the head of his creation with the rod, still chanting. It began wailing and twitching, its limbs moving in an unnatural manner. He moved the rod away in a large motion, and raised his arm before striking the wailing creature with an open palm. ''MURI ET VORUM!'' he shouted, and the being ceased wailing and struggling. The fleshmeister put the rod back in its holster and shut off the machine.
He walked back to the creature. ''I, Agharon of the Readrin cast, command you to rise'' he said. The creature obeyed. ''I am your creator and master, and thus you should pay heed to my orders. If this is understood, raise your head... Any head''. After it had done so, he instructed it in the basic rules of necromancer-minion relationship. He turned to the students. ''Always make sure your creations are aware of these rules. Despite creating a new creature, you have used old parts, that may or may not act based on the memories of its previous life or lives, and thus may neglect to follow your orders for some random reason.''
The fleshmeister commanded the creature to clean up the mess that was caused under its creation. It just stared at him, barely moving. ''I commanded you to... Oh wait, right, you need a name''.
Eve smirked a bit. An educated necromancer had forgotten to name his creature. ''Well I had a cat named Franz a few ages ago, and since you're mostly cat, I guess you could be Franz as well. Now clean up here''. Franz nodded, before grabbing a few carcasses with its mouths and leaping off the desk. It threw them in the various incinerator and recycling piles around the room.
''Homework for next lesson will be page 457-468 regarding necrosis, in your resurrection text books. Class dismissed''