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It's quite funny really. How something as stupid as a length of copper can leave you in such a deadly position, I thought as I stared up at the wires above my head. The crackles of electricity brought incredible fear into my heart and I couldn't stop thinking about how I spent my life.
Ever since I was a toddler I was always causing trouble but not the regular, Oh God I was something special. I had a thing with wires. I loved strangling toys and creating booby traps for unsuspecting passers-by.
As I grew older I begun to work on bigger projects, small bombs and trip-wires. The other kids used to laugh at me and call me a nerd and other hurtful names. But the more I hated them the more my passion grew for wires. Until they occupied my every thought, dream and waking moment.
By the time I was thirteen I was isolated from the other students and my parents still didn't care much about me. The other kids gave me a nick-name and I suppose it was'nt that bad really. Stat. Short for Static it was used so frequently even my parents call me that. I can't even remember my real name. Though I know my surname is Morgan.
At the age of fourteen I had stopped caring about my school work and my mind was a matrix of copper. My complexion had become pasty and my ginger was dull and lifeless. I knew I had a calling in life. I started building a bomb so complex I wasn't sure it was real. But I knew what I was doing.
By fifteen it was finished a creation the likes of man had never seen before hidden away in my garden shed. I pressed a button on the side of its door to open it, then stepped inside. Everything was ready and I waited for a thunderstorm and the final imput. Lightning.
So there I was Snakes of death hanging from the ceiling grinning at me and humming an electrical theme-song. Suddenly a bolt of lightning struck the machine and I had energy flowing through me like water through a drainpipe. I could feel my heart beating at an incredible rate and I find it difficult to explain, it was as though I was connected with every electrical impulse in the entire galaxy and as I crumpled to the ground dying I knew my destiny had been fulfilled.
Ever since I was a toddler I was always causing trouble but not the regular, Oh God I was something special. I had a thing with wires. I loved strangling toys and creating booby traps for unsuspecting passers-by.
As I grew older I begun to work on bigger projects, small bombs and trip-wires. The other kids used to laugh at me and call me a nerd and other hurtful names. But the more I hated them the more my passion grew for wires. Until they occupied my every thought, dream and waking moment.
By the time I was thirteen I was isolated from the other students and my parents still didn't care much about me. The other kids gave me a nick-name and I suppose it was'nt that bad really. Stat. Short for Static it was used so frequently even my parents call me that. I can't even remember my real name. Though I know my surname is Morgan.
At the age of fourteen I had stopped caring about my school work and my mind was a matrix of copper. My complexion had become pasty and my ginger was dull and lifeless. I knew I had a calling in life. I started building a bomb so complex I wasn't sure it was real. But I knew what I was doing.
By fifteen it was finished a creation the likes of man had never seen before hidden away in my garden shed. I pressed a button on the side of its door to open it, then stepped inside. Everything was ready and I waited for a thunderstorm and the final imput. Lightning.
So there I was Snakes of death hanging from the ceiling grinning at me and humming an electrical theme-song. Suddenly a bolt of lightning struck the machine and I had energy flowing through me like water through a drainpipe. I could feel my heart beating at an incredible rate and I find it difficult to explain, it was as though I was connected with every electrical impulse in the entire galaxy and as I crumpled to the ground dying I knew my destiny had been fulfilled.
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Getting back to the story, I thought it was all thrown out too quickly. You've got a hell of a lot of backstory crammed into this to try to give us some sense of character, but I didn't think it was developed enough. I certainly think it has potential, and some very nice touches, especially in the basics of the structure.
Yeah. [S]The gay clowns[S]
I love how you can't even abbreviate 'who are'
Only from SR.
Only from SR.
Well I think there was some t|t-for-tat remarks and then it turned into a discussion.
Thanks SR another common phrase ruined by a crap filter.
W H O ' R E is a perfectly acceptable abbreviation/word too.
Gits.
Anyway you can see how this sort of thing starts...
Thanks SR another common phrase ruined by a crap filter.
W H O ' R E is a perfectly acceptable abbreviation/word too.
Gits.
Anyway you can see how this sort of thing starts...
What exactly is the argument here? No-one's denying that Creative Writing isn't the busiest around. I like it that way. It's generally posted in by intelligent people, with the obvious exception of crossbob.
I'm willing to offer some more in-depth feedback, sure.
Although most of the time, I just want to congratulate people on writing a story that I enjoyed reading. That's usually enough for me, without critising everything.
Although I don't think there's anything anyone can do to make the forum itself better. People write when they want, and people read what and when they want. That's kinda the whole point.
Sure, I would - as always - love some more people to read my stuff, but I don't think it's going to happen. There's usually at least 5 or 6 top quality stories every SSC, and that's enough for me.
Although most of the time, I just want to congratulate people on writing a story that I enjoyed reading. That's usually enough for me, without critising everything.
Although I don't think there's anything anyone can do to make the forum itself better. People write when they want, and people read what and when they want. That's kinda the whole point.
Sure, I would - as always - love some more people to read my stuff, but I don't think it's going to happen. There's usually at least 5 or 6 top quality stories every SSC, and that's enough for me.
Make the forum our own then and generally raise our game a bit (especially with feedback).
I don't think anyone's going to disagree with you 'fix.
The forum is hardly bustling with activity.
But ... so what?
That's how it is, what's to do?
The forum is hardly bustling with activity.
But ... so what?
That's how it is, what's to do?
Or I could write some more stuff and let it dwindle in a half-dead forum:
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Ashman wrote:
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> I'm less likely to get how its related to heart and soul.
I could say the same about most of the feedback people give in this forum. It's blatantly lacking in intelligence and feeling. Until that changes you won't see people's best work and I'll most likely write something half-assed that I find mildly funny.
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> I'm less likely to get how its related to heart and soul.
I could say the same about most of the feedback people give in this forum. It's blatantly lacking in intelligence and feeling. Until that changes you won't see people's best work and I'll most likely write something half-assed that I find mildly funny.
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