Hello all. I just finished a horror story and am looking for a critique swap. My story's title is GOYANGI SOJU, and it's about 8000 words. I'm willing to read up to 12,000 words of a short story, chapter(s), or excerpt. Below is the first 200 words of my piece. I almost never do this, but for this story I guess I should note that there is some strong content. It's not gratuitous, as I'm not a fan of violence for the sake of violence. But there are some elements of this story that might be a tough swallow for some, and it's definitely not for everyone.
If interested, send a private message or email me at eniac_caine at hotmail dot com.
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George ducked to avoid the intricate webs in the bus stop canopy above his head. More than once he’d been startled by the tickling of eight hairy legs as he waited for the local transfer bus heading into the outskirts of Suncheon city. Now, before he sat down, he peered closely at the scratched planks of the wooden bench through his square glasses before gingerly lowering himself down. When he slipped his shoulder bag off to place beside him, high-pitched wails clawed through the silence and ratcheted his heart up to a rapid-fire tattoo.
George leapt up and glanced over his shoulder into the woods where the cries floated up above the trees. The sudden movement sent jagged shocks of pain down the base of his neck, and tears filled his eyes. Struggling to control his breathing, George gritted his teeth and tampered the adrenaline rush filling his body. He looked to his left and right down the narrow lane running past the bus stop to see if anyone lingered nearby just in case he needed assistance.
No one. George stood alone, with no movement as far as the eye could see.
If interested, send a private message or email me at eniac_caine at hotmail dot com.
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George ducked to avoid the intricate webs in the bus stop canopy above his head. More than once he’d been startled by the tickling of eight hairy legs as he waited for the local transfer bus heading into the outskirts of Suncheon city. Now, before he sat down, he peered closely at the scratched planks of the wooden bench through his square glasses before gingerly lowering himself down. When he slipped his shoulder bag off to place beside him, high-pitched wails clawed through the silence and ratcheted his heart up to a rapid-fire tattoo.
George leapt up and glanced over his shoulder into the woods where the cries floated up above the trees. The sudden movement sent jagged shocks of pain down the base of his neck, and tears filled his eyes. Struggling to control his breathing, George gritted his teeth and tampered the adrenaline rush filling his body. He looked to his left and right down the narrow lane running past the bus stop to see if anyone lingered nearby just in case he needed assistance.
No one. George stood alone, with no movement as far as the eye could see.