OMG, LOL! typing in an orgy of mint-chocolatey madness musta affected mah spehlinggg...
I know it's aisles! ffs, AISLES!!!
Although I'm with you - the Biscuit Isles sound like the kinda place I wanna live![]()
Just have to lol at this.
Biscuit Isles...
OMG, LOL! typing in an orgy of mint-chocolatey madness musta affected mah spehlinggg...
I know it's aisles! ffs, AISLES!!!
Although I'm with you - the Biscuit Isles sound like the kinda place I wanna live![]()
Here's the first 3 from a horror short story I've written.
Needs to be revised though still.
Lucas’ car this is your subject, the car sputtered as he therefore your pronoun refers to.... the car? turned the corner, leaving the confines of his apartment complex behind him. An orange glow irradiated this means exposed to radiation - no what you meant, I suspect? the dashboard of his nineteen ninety-something piece of crap. The check engine light had been on for months now, but Lucas simply didn’t have the money to get the car looked at; he barely had enough money to get by as it was.
Yuh...
It's.... ok. A few grammatical and vocab errors, but mainly I'm just not finding it all that gripping. He's not speeding or worried, nor does he seem to have any distinct purpose to where he's going, other than 'away from his apartment' - I can't really latch onto anything.
And finally, he's not really in a rush, but his car is about to break down.
Lucas’ car sputtered as he turned the corner, leaving the confines of his apartment complex behind him. An orange glow irradiated the dashboard of his nineteen ninety-something piece of crap. The check engine light had been on for months now, but Lucas simply didn’t have the money to get the car looked at; he barely had enough money to get by as it was.
Hey welcome back to the thread...... Now we can KILL YOU!!! *squirruls pile on*
*many epic heroes are forged in the fires of combat*
DIIIIIIEEE, vile varmint!!!!!!
*Vile varmint is duly vanquished, with much visceral violence*
*Squirruls, having developed taste for mintbourbons, invade Tescos and raid biscuit isles. Many Viscounts[SUP]1[/SUP] are slaughtered*
[SUP]1[/SUP] Viscounts are a type of mint chocolate biscuit

You'll never take my bourbons, let alone the mint ones! Ack, cough *throat fills with blood* damn you... *strange gurgling noise*Hey welcome back to the thread...... Now we can KILL YOU!!! *squirruls pile on*
*many epic heroes are forged in the fires of combat*
DIIIIIIEEE, vile varmint!!!!!!
*Vile varmint is duly vanquished, with much visceral violence*
*Squirruls, having developed taste for mintbourbons, invade Tescos and raid biscuit isles. Many Viscounts[SUP]1[/SUP] are slaughtered*
[SUP]1[/SUP] Viscounts are a type of mint chocolate biscuit
Is this a romance?
Maybe I've just got a dirty mind, but I feel like I just interrupted a girl and the sun with a sock on the door. Having "the spray from the hose arched" followed by "penetrated her flesh" followed by "longing rushed through her" in close succession, um...wow.
I would be grateful for your comments on the first 3 sentences on my third novel... I'm still digesting your comments about my first novel, and we won't be going into the details of the mess my second novel's in... the three sentences are... (and before you ask, there aren't any more novels...)
Nobody alive on Venus in 2557 could have forgotten the bizarre events of the spontaneous tornados, upward lightening and shooting plasma bolts. Weathermen labelled them as ‘Cause Unknown’, making people worried about the safety of their airborne cities. Unease gave birth to rumours, like the winds would slow down enough to let the cities fall into the acid clouds, or climate changes were on the way to squash the living air layer into oblivion, or even undiscovered aliens on the planet’s surface having been disturbed, were getting their revenge.
Nobody alive on Venus in 2557could have forgottenwould forget the bizarre events of the spontaneous tornados, upward lightening and shooting plasma bolts. Weathermen labelled them as ‘Cause Unknown’, making people worried about the safety of their airborne cities. Unease gave birth to rumours, likethat the winds would slow down enough to let the cities fall into the acid clouds, or climate changeswere on the way towould squash the living air layer into oblivion, or even that undiscovered aliens on the planet’s surfacehaving been disturbed,weregetting theirtaking revenge for having been disturbed.
Nobody alive on Venus in 2557 could have forgotten the bizarre events of the spontaneous tornados, upward lightening and shooting plasma bolts. Weathermen labelled them as ‘Cause Unknown’, making people worried aboutfrom the safety of their airborne cities. Unease gave birth to rumours, like What if the winds would slowed down enough to let the cities fall into the acid clouds, or climate changes were on the way to squash the living air layer into oblivion, or even undiscovered aliens on the planet’s surface having been disturbed, were getting their revenge.
I haven't completed this story, but this is from the novel that I am writing.
"It had been five years since my hands had held a firearm. I thought I was free. I thought it was over.Then, they assigned me to a new mission. It was a bizarre mission, to say the least."
The indifference to the basic premise of the thread is pretty grating.

If only we could somehow include '3 sentences' in the thread title.
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I haven't completed this story, but this is from the novel that I am writing.
"It had been five years since my hands had held a firearm. I thought I was free. I thought it was over.Then, they assigned me to a new mission. It was a bizarre mission, to say the least."
This isn't bad, but I think you'd really benefit from shortening some of the sentences (make the longer ones into two).Hi all. I'm not sure I'm doing this right, but here goes anyway. I'm new here and don't have a handle on the protocol yet, so forgive me if I'm stepping on toes. I think you're fine, though in the future you might want to add an additional line of space between your paragraphs -- makes it a lot easier to read.
This is how I think it works ; submit three sentences of a story you are working on for YA readers. Is there more to it than that? That's all! Though ideally you'll comment on the words other people put up as well.
Before I even opened the door I could hear the talking of the clocks, as if a lively dialog was being conducted; a debate concerning the appropriate punishment for lateness, no doubt. Bit of a long sentence, but nothing I see as obviously long. I do think it'd work better if you split it up, but I do like the fact that he can hear the clocks before opening the door -- not even sure why I like that, but I do. I glanced [SUP]down [/SUP]I don't think you need to clarify that the watch it down -- we know that at the watch on my wrist,feelingguiltyforat my lack of punctuality.and slightlyNot to mention confused at what I was doing here in the first place. (Feel free to ignore my suggestion there, just an idea) Mom had dropped me off, week-end bag clutched to my chest just like a little kid, and after a hasty kiss and a quick squeeze of my hand, she had roared off in a puff of grey exhaust and red grime. I'd probably split this last sentence into two as well.
...can't believe I'm doing this, but I gotta try!!Right you are!
This is how I think it works ; submit three sentences of a story you are working on for YA readers. Is there more to it than that? Doesn't have to be YA.
Well, anyway, here it is...here they are...here are three sentences...sheesh! Okay - I'm posting! It's nerve-wracking the first time, isn't it?
Before I even opened the door I could hear the talking of the clocks, as if a lively dialog was being conducted;a debate concerning. Perhaps they were debating the appropriate punishment for lateness, no doubt. I rewrote that second part as a suggestion because it's a lot to swallow in a first line (I should know-mine were worse). "No doubt" is awkward to me because it sounds certain whereas the "as if" in the earlier part sounds merely plausible. Also, just thought I'd mention "talking of the clocks" sounds so much like "ticking of the clocks" that I had to reread it to make sure I'd read correctly. Maybe there's a way to restate it even though you do reinforce the meaning in the same line (smart move). I glanced down atthemy watchon my wrist, feeling guilty for my lack of punctuality and slightly confused at what I was doing here in the first place. Mom had dropped me off, week-end (weekend is how I always see it, but I'm in the US) bag clutched to my chest just like a little kid, and after a hasty kiss and a quick squeeze of my hand, she had roared off in a puff of grey exhaust and red grime. The red grime struck me as odd--I've never seen grime that's red. It might pull a reader out of the story. Is the car below the grime red? If so, that's not clear. I'm wondering if that color is important to the rest of your story or maybe it is red in your part of the world.
I did it, and I still seem to be breathing. Thanks for any help or suggestions you can share with me...can't believe I'm doing this, but I gotta try!!
Nash stumbled over the artifact when he went to investigate the site of the most recent worldfire. The dinotown was a wasteland, empty hulls of buildings surrounded by charred remains. But he knew before his first spell that this had been no normal worldfire.