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Can someone read over my short story? Very short?

Question by Spongecakes: Can someone read over my short story? Very short?
Every Wednesday we have to submit a short story that fits into creative writing. Could you read over mine and tell me what you think? (This may be stupid sounding, but don’t steal please)

It’s tilted “Parr and his Parasol”

Neither Parr nor his Parasol could keep away from Tall tower. Whenever he would pass the large structure he would plead with his Mama to let him climb. The beautiful beast stood in the middle of the market where it was a skeleton baring it’s black metallic bones. Mama’s flat denials always came with the same warning rhyme.

She would shake her gloved finger and say, “Tall Tower is no place for a boy to play. now do as the sign says, and keep away.” But despite all warnings, Parr simply didn’t car. When the chance came, he quickly snatched it, and lost his mother. He ducked under the wooden sign, slipping in silently. The ground was covered in grime, and the air was filled with an Iron musk. Tall tower was a maze of passageways, all the Iron doors and crumbling bridges screamed at Parr to turn back. The contrasting temperature from room to room tried to halt the boy with icy chills and the boiling heat waves tried to force him back. But Parr wasn’t about to turn back; he knew him and Perry, his Parasol, were just the right men for this grueling task. He was forced to jump off ledges, climb ladders against forceful gusts, and even use Perry as a sail to get across fallen bridges.

After what seemed to be hours a tired Parr, pale skin markered with sticky dirt and light hair stained with turbine oils, was almost to the top. With an exuberant smile and a mad dash, the pair toppled over the stairs to open the final door. Slowly he stepped out into a foggy white platform. Before Parr could cry for his mommy he was suddenly tumbling. He was fall down down down! As clouds passed by him he thought that surely this was the end of him and Perry. Luckily the lad was sharp and thought up a solution. A quick pluck at Perry’s sash opened the kind-hearted Parasol and his speed slowed. Lightly, Parr floated down to the ground. When he looked around he noticed that this wasn’t his village, and this DEFINITELY was NOT earth. Reality finally sunk in and the tears swelled. Parr didn’t fall down to earth; he fell UP to . . . somewhere else. As Parr looked frantically around through light-warping tears he realized something. Mama was right, Mama was right all along, the Tower was no place for a boy, in-fact, it was no place for anyone! He lifted up Perry and spoke through sobs,

“Perry, it looks like signs really are meant to be read!” was the last fragment of Parr to ever grace earth’s air.
My Inspiration was The Eiffel tower, and I tried to make it a cute cautionary tale.
The tower is rusty and old. The “Iron Musk” is like when you can smell the metal. Sort of how you can smell the iron in blood. Hence “Iron Musk”
I tried to make the tower whimsical amd unrealistic with all it’s crazy bridges and brutal temperatures. Basically everything is telling Parr and Perry to turn back, like his mother said, but he refuses.

Best answer:

Answer by 7
Hm… It could do with a bit of editing, but it has the structure of a nice story, and for a weekly contribution it’s an excellent work. And it might make a good platforming game, come to think of it…

I’ve only got a few questions. Why is all the strange stuff in the tower, and just what is iron musk?

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Will someone please revise my essay?

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by rhodes

Question by : Will someone please revise my essay?
I am an in the 8th grade. I have been asked to write a paper on a sound that I will never forget. I have decided to take a risk and do a bit of creative writing (the risk being that there is always someone who doesn’t like it). Anyway I have never submitted a creative work before because it has never been asked. If you could please give me some feed-back, do some revising, or simply tell my if you think that is good enough to be accepted it would be very much appreciated.
Here is the paper:

One sound I shall never forget captivated me almost seven years ago. Never will I forget the day we drove through that vicious storm, but it is not the terrifying sights that are seared into my memory, not the lightning, not the clouds, not the darkness, but the sound. That sound that attacked me and consumed my very being then, and even now. The sound of the storm.

It came almost instantly. With no more than a few subtle flashes and quiet gusts of wind, like a snake approaching its unsuspecting prey, it was upon us. We drove on with no uneasiness, chatting, laughing, babbling about the days events, but suddenly something, something was out of place. It began to hail. The sky was turning black like all light on earth was immediately stifled. Then came the thunder. Loud claps like gunshots rang through our ears. Rain and hail smothered us as my dad picked up speed. My mother turned on the radio and heard the tornado siren play. We listened to the recording say the names of the towns being effected by the storm. Our town, Holy Springs, was the most threatened of the towns listed. We were frozen with disbelief. A deep growl broke the momentary silence. A shaking so violent that it nearly thrust our car off the road. The moan continued growing louder, louder. The sounds became unbearable! My brother cried, my mother prayed, my dad cursed, and I sat silent. I was completely awestruck, I didn’t know what to think, say, or do. So I sat there listening, waiting. The shaking became more violent now as did the humming. The storm was a train as we stood on the platform. But suddenly there was nothing. There was no thunder, no crying, no shaking. Nothing. We pulled into our driveway and as we exited the car one final blast of rain and wind hit us hard. Rushing into the house not knowing what we would see, we ran to the basement. Once again there was nothing. Silence.

Best answer:

Answer by incandescent
Well, I think that is excellent for 8th grade writing! You evoked the sounds of the storm and the feelings they engendered in you very well. Below I have copied your writing with just two spelling corrections, which are in capital letters to make them easy to find.

I hope your teacher is not a stickler for syntax. You have a couple of places where your grammar is non-standard and there are areas that could be more polished, but to me they make the paragraph sound more natural and don’t detract from its effect.

(If your teacher IS a stickler, say so in the comments and I will point out these areas.)

One sound I shall never forget captivated me almost seven years ago. Never will I forget the day we drove through that vicious storm, but it is not the terrifying sights that are seared into my memory, not the lightning, not the clouds, not the darkness, but the sound. That sound that attacked me and consumed my very being then, and even now. The sound of the storm.

It came almost instantly. With no more than a few subtle flashes and quiet gusts of wind, like a snake approaching its unsuspecting prey, it was upon us. We drove on with no uneasiness, chatting, laughing, babbling about the DAY’S events, but suddenly something, something was out of place. It began to hail. The sky was turning black like all light on earth was immediately stifled. Then came the thunder. Loud claps like gunshots rang through our ears. Rain and hail smothered us as my dad picked up speed. My mother turned on the radio and heard the tornado siren play. We listened to the recording say the names of the towns being AFFECTED by the storm. Our town, Holy Springs, was the most threatened of the towns listed. We were frozen with disbelief. A deep growl broke the momentary silence. A shaking so violent that it nearly thrust our car off the road. The moan continued growing louder, louder. The sounds became unbearable! My brother cried, my mother prayed, my dad cursed, and I sat silent. I was completely awestruck, I didn’t know what to think, say, or do. So I sat there listening, waiting. The shaking became more violent now as did the humming. The storm was a train as we stood on the platform. But suddenly there was nothing. There was no thunder, no crying, no shaking. Nothing. We pulled into our driveway and as we exited the car one final blast of rain and wind hit us hard. Rushing into the house not knowing what we would see, we ran to the basement. Once again there was nothing. Silence.

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Can someone say what they think of/critique this bit from my fantasy novel-to-be? (It has a dragon)?

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by g.bremer *busy, busy, busy*

Question by Taleweaver: Can someone say what they think of/critique this bit from my fantasy novel-to-be? (It has a dragon)?
Context: A girl called Ara and the narrator, a boy called Seth, are sitting on a dragon’s back.

I watched as Ara leaned forward to speak to the dragon. ‘Whenever you’re ready.’
The dragon growled and straightened up. It spread its wings out wide and then brought them down hard. I cried out in pain as my balls slammed against its back. Everything lurched violently, blurring and curving. One minute we were barely off the ground, the next the whole Court had dropped away beneath us.
It was like a roller coaster ride, only higher, faster and worse. Pure terror gripped my insides as we soared upwards, spiralling around the tower and into the air. I bit my lip hard to stop myself screaming.
‘Oh, come on!’ Ara laughed. ‘Don’t be a baby!’
‘If we fall we’re going to die!’ I shouted.
I squeezed my eyes shut to block out the sight of the Court shrinking beneath us, then opened them again because I was too afraid to not know what was going on.
‘But this is fun!’ Ara said. She beamed and leaned in toward the dragon. ‘Let’s fly around for a bit!’
‘No!’ I cried. ‘Let’s not! Just land! Please, just – Aaaaaa!’
The dragon had folded its wings and dropped into a steep nosedive toward the Hunting Ground. I could only stare in horror as we shot toward the earth. We skimmed the very tip of the open field’s grass, scattering a group of gossiping girls and overtaking a brownie as it ran for the safety of the trees. The back of my blazer flapped madly behind me. We sped up and the grass blurred, melting into a smooth stream of green. Then we rose once more, higher and higher, to the very end of the Hunting Ground and over the trees of the Wood of Many Ways.
‘Don’t make that face!’ Ara shouted over the wind. ‘You should be having fun! We’re riding a dragon, this is every kid’s dream!’
I just gaped at her. In my stomach there was nothing but dread and nausea. The floor – everything – was so far away, and I would have given anything to be back on my feet.
But gradually the feeling changed. I had never been so high up, or breathed such clean air, or worried about the fact that my shoes could go twirling away and I might never find them.
My fear faded away and I felt awe, exhilaration, as the crisp autumn wind shook my shirt and trousers and swept across my whole body. I breathed in the cool air, let it wash across my skin. We should have long since fallen off and yet we hadn’t. I realized that I was laughing at the top of my voice.
I looked up. High overhead, a stretch of dreary clouds bulged and ruptured. Sunlight spilled over our heads like molten gold, pouring across the trees, the field and the many buildings behind us. The dragon titled its wings and we curled in the air, doubling back to face Alice Tower, our clothes glowing. We returned over the trees and rose slowly, gently, until we landed on a platform cut out of the tower’s roof.
When I’d hopped off I staggered away. My insides swirled and my legs were jelly. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so good.
I probably never had.
‘Did you enjoy that?’ Ara asked, smirking. Her green and blue eyes glowed like jewels and the edges of her blonde hair were ablaze in the sunlight. Her cheeks were flushed and she didn’t look anything like the girl who’d shrugged me off in the car on the way here.
‘I…’ Several words got caught in my throat at the same time. I had no idea which to force up first, and so I blurted the only thing I could manage. ‘That was awesome!’

Best answer:

Answer by Katherine
I think the writing itself is good. I did feel like it was similar to Eragon when he was flying. The first time Eragon flew he was a little scared but then he thought it was awesome. This was written differently but it gave me the same vibe.

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Did Mr Blobby fall on someone and kill them during the recording of a Noel Edmonds show for the BBC?

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by Cirne

Question by mccormack_thomas: Did Mr Blobby fall on someone and kill them during the recording of a Noel Edmonds show for the BBC?
Somebody remarked in the bar the other evening that Edmonds, who now hosts ‘Deal or no deal’, left the BBC under a cloud when a member of the audience was killed. But, could Mr Blobby really be responsible?

Best answer:

Answer by abby
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Q&A: Can someone explain this dream?

Question by anoyums: Can someone explain this dream?
Can someone interpret this dream that I had?
The dream was about me being in a video game, I was in a prehistoric jungle background and I was defeating the bad guys. Now, I ended-up in a corner with a t-rex charging at me. Next, I got a hold of an item and I was able to get out of the corner. Now, the t-rex was chasing me and I turned into a bomb and exploded and it killed the the t-rex.

As a result, I ended-up high above the clouds in the sky. The was two platforms, each one was connect to each other by a pole on each platform and a rope attached to the top of each pole. I used the rope to get to the other platform and found a container. In the container was a purple bat. I grabbed the bat’s feet and it was flying me some where. After going a short distance, I fell off.

After I fell off, I was back at the same area with the t-rex. I was cornered like last time I turned into a bomb and exploded to kill the t-rex. But, the t-rex was still alive. So, I decided to jump and kick it and it ended being defeated. After that, the dream was over. Sorry for the long description, but that is all I could remember.

I went to dreammoods.com and look to see what it means. Don’t give me answers saying go to dreammoods.com or anything from that website. I want your own interpretation.

You know, dreams have meaning to them. Every a person has a dream that can tell that person something. I don’t want answers saying, it was just a dream, that dream don’t mean anything, you should of not ate that before you went to bed, or you watch too much TV. I only want serious answers please.

Best answer:

Answer by Stephen K
perhaps you feel life is better understood if it was a video game

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Q&A: Can someone interpret this dream that I had?

Question by anoyums: Can someone interpret this dream that I had?
The dream was about me being in a video game, I was in a prehistoric jungle background and I was defeating the bad guys. Now, I ended-up in a corner with a t-rex charging at me. Next, I got a hold of an item and I was able to get out of the corner. Now, the t-rex was chasing me and I turned into a bomb and exploded and it killed the the t-rex.

As a result, I ended-up high above the clouds in the sky. The was two platforms, each one was connect to each other by a pole on each platform and a rope attached to the top of each pole. I used the rope to get to the other platform and found a container. In the container was a purple bat. I grabbed the bat’s feet and it was flying me some where. After going a short distance, I fell off.

After I fell off, I was back at the same area with the t-rex. I was cornered like last time I turned into a bomb and exploded to kill the t-rex. But, the t-rex was still alive. So, I decided to jump and kick it and it ended being defeated. After that, the dream was over. Sorry for the long description, but that is all I could remember.

I went to dreammoods.com and look to see what it means. Don’t give me answers saying go to dreammoods.com or anything from that website. I want your own interpretation.

You know, dreams have meaning to them. Every a person has a dream that can tell that person something. I don’t want answers saying, it was just a dream, that dream don’t mean anything, you should of not ate that before you went to bed, or you watch too much TV. I only want serious answers please.

Best answer:

Answer by Paradise Regained
Could be about defeating your ego-mind. Bat stands for angry mind but the purple is spiritual and noble.. Bat also means you have special abilities..

Or dinosaur can mean something in the past and then if someone/thing is chasing you, it means something from the past still has a power over you today. While you may feel you are past it, the dreams shows that you are still expending energy trying to get distance between you and it. The feeling that comes up in dreams like this is the key. The dream is attempting to show you that there is a link between the past trauma and that feeling today. If it is a parent, it means that you still have issues with that parent today.

Love

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can someone give me literary criticism on I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud?

Question by im ur daddy: can someone give me literary criticism on I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud?
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: –
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -and gazed -but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought.

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
`Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.

Best answer:

Answer by ?SexySam_4u?
NIce one…..but has not got order and central message…

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