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Published: 2008-12-17 21:11:39 +0000 UTC; Views: 205; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 6
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Description I stopped walking instantly as I spotted the huge wrought iron door looming in front of me. I could have sworn it wasn’t there 5 seconds before, but there didn’t seem much point in complaining about it; it took up the whole corridor I was trying to walk through. Reaching out my barely visible hand, I pushed it open and walked through. Inside was nothing but darkness until a single flame lit up to my left, solitary and tired.

The dim shadows it cast told me there was a table in the middle of the room; looking back at the bright, empty street, I walked further into the dim room. The door shut itself behind me, clanging against the frame in anger. The table’s shadow danced in the light, beckoning me towards it. Turning to the left, I saw the candle was following me, suspended by… nothing? That’s what it looked like, but I guessed there must have been a wire of some sort suspending it. Somewhere, anyway. But never mind; there was a piece of paper on the table, yellowed around the edge with age. Turning around, the crack of light from the doorway was lost to the darkness; there were no windows.

Lifting the piece of paper up (shaking dust to the floor), I started to read the ancient handwriting. “I’m not sure where I am right now. But it wasn’t where I was before. There doesn’t seem to be anywhere I can go. The candle is all I have with me.”

The writing stopped there, in the middle of the paragraph. The rest of the sheet was completely blank.

I placed it back down, and turned around slowly, approaching the doorway to leave. I walked to where I thought it should be, but it wasn’t there. Turning around, the writing desk was in the exact same position as it was before. Panicking, I turned again and ran forwards, and moved nowhere. The desk was still exactly where it had been.

My hands shaking, I went back to the desk. Sitting on the ground next to it, I realised there actually wasn’t any ground – just a vague feeling of suspension. At least there was at first until I fell right through it, and landed by another similar desk. This one had a laptop computer sitting at it; the candle soon caught up with me. It looked somehow distressed, its flame flickering at me. The computer screen was on and buzzing lightly; I squinted at the tiny font that was on it.

“Welcome to this place. No, there’s not much here. I’m yet to find if there actually is anything here. It feels like I’ve been in this reality for a long time now, and I don’t know how I got in here. I have a feeling I’m missing something though.”

The battery cut out before I could finish reading the text; it crackled with static before leaving the candle and I alone. I turned to the candle with a sigh.

“So, have you been here for long?” I asked it. The flame shrugged at me, lifting itself into a three-pronged fork. Great, I thought. Now I’m talking to a candle.
“Are you alive?” I asked it. The candle remained in the shrugged position, but the flames dipped a little. It looked hurt.
“What would happen if I snuffed you out?” I asked it, a bizarre pang of malevolence hitting my head. The flames shrank back even more, dodging away from my gaze. I thought I could almost see my own face reflected in the fire; I looked away from the candle, my eyes stinging.
“Sorry,” I told it. “Can you show me what this place is?”
The flame almost seemed to nod, slightly unenthusiastically. The flames sighed and vanished, leaving me in complete darkness.

“Where did you go?” I called. My voice didn’t echo. There were no walls. And after a moment, the light returned, but now it was everywhere: the candle had no light, but it expanded to show me everything.

“Wow,” I told it. The surroundings all flickered, dazzling in their brightness. “So you were hiding this?”

The surroundings shook gently. I could tell by the pristine landscape that nobody had ever asked.
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Comments: 7

squanpie [2008-12-19 21:11:53 +0000 UTC]

I like the theme, and I like how you've described the candle's actions - I can actually imagine what it would be like to have a conversation with a candle. The bit I'm not entirely sure about is where they are running away fromt he desk, yet not going anywhere. It took me a while to understand what was happening there.

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BeeZeroOne In reply to squanpie [2008-12-19 21:49:56 +0000 UTC]

Thanks for the thoughts. I might try and make that a little clearer; this is one that I'm definitely going to work on some more.

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leoraigarath [2008-12-19 20:37:06 +0000 UTC]

This was a good read, the plot is interesting, leaving enough room for mystery and imagination to run wildly around. But it doesn’t feel perfected, there are quite some things here that feels like need filing.

Let’s start with the first paragraph – if it wasn’t a short prose I wouldn’t say anything about it, because in long prose things can go slow. But since it’s short, and supposed to be to the point and interesting from the very first line, I think that it’s not fast enough, or exciting enough. I don’t think it’s the plot, but the wording. For few examples, the word “instantly” does not put enough tension on the first line, because it’s just that kind of word. Instead you should consider using a bit more dramatic description, like – the instant, immediately as, right before – something that has more edge to it, if you get what I mean.
Also try to think of this paragraph as – to the point, making things strong in feeling. For example, the line “but there didn’t seem much point in complaining about it” – how does it contribute to the feel of the story? What does it offer to the reader besides a general comment? Is it that important? Will it look stronger without it?
Another point is - but there didn’t seem much point in complaining about it; it took up the whole corridor I was trying to walk through.
One thing that I always disturbing is when the same word appears next to each other, like the – “it; it”. for some reason it always seem strange and disturb the flow for me, although it might be just me. Worth a consideration.

Those three issues are something I recommend doing with the entire story, not only the first paragraph. In short prose I would consider each and every line, look how it contribute or disturb the big picture, and try to see how things would look with/without it - no matter how much I like that line. There are some lines that I love so much, really came out wonderful, but it’s just not fitting anywhere.
Try rereading the story and think about those stuff as you do it.

I started to read the ancient handwriting. “I’m not sure where I am right now. But it wasn’t where I was before. There doesn’t seem to be anywhere I can go. The candle is all I have with me.”
This is something that took me a while to realize but when I started hearing those podcasts about writing historical fiction they mentioned it quite a lot. The thing is – when you use the word Ancient to describe the text, it looks very strange if the text is not actually written as something ancient. The text here is very modern, maybe try to make the language you use here more old, or you can change the description of the text.

The paragraphs -

I placed it back down, and turned around slowly…The desk was still exactly where it had been. and My hands shaking, I went back to the desk…The computer screen was on and buzzing lightly; I squinted at the tiny font that was on it.

Those were a bit confusing to read, and I think that it needs more sorting out, so it would be a bit clearer on first and swift reading. I’m not sure what to do there, but it feels a little confused, a little strange. It seems like you can write them better

From this point in the story on I really liked and enjoyed how things are moving – it becomes really interesting, especially the conversation with the candle. I still would have reread everything with those questions in mind, trying to sort things out even more and make it more tight and gripping, but it’s a very good and solid direction. I also loved the ending of the story, it’s strong and leaving a lot of room to the imagination fo the reader, as short prose fiction should.

All in all, it’s a very good structured story, but I feel like there’s still a lot of room to improve it. Hope this helps you out

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BeeZeroOne In reply to leoraigarath [2008-12-19 20:48:43 +0000 UTC]

Thanks for the great critique I'll think about this when I run over it at the weekend. I see what you mean at the start; funny thing is, my writing there was actually slightly more clunky than in my novel. I could definitely do some trimming here and there to make it sharper. Thanks again

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AGMeade [2008-12-19 19:03:54 +0000 UTC]

Huh. I really like this one! I'm a little surprised that no one has commented yet. There were one or two sentences that were a tiny bit clunky for me, but this was a great piece.

Good job!

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BeeZeroOne In reply to AGMeade [2008-12-19 19:06:06 +0000 UTC]

Thanks I wish I received more comments. I get some critique and thoughts in LitLove though, so I guess it balances out.

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AGMeade In reply to BeeZeroOne [2008-12-19 19:15:04 +0000 UTC]

Comments are always nice.

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