Cal20
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- Dec 3, 2006
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Hey there all in chronicles Haven't posted much at all but would be very grateful if ya gave this a read.
It's a short paragraph of a novel-in-progress. Specific things I'd like to know are - does it make you want to read on, is the name interesting enough for fantasy and okay to remember and is there enough description? I know there's not much to work with but didn't want to post a lengthly excerpt. Thanks in advance
A tremendous silence bangs around the room. For Stratan it seems to last hours. Neither man knows what to say and Stratan is afraid that if he does say something it will only make it much worse. He occupies himself by looking at everything in the room but his father. Lavish portraits of his mother, his father and himself take up the space of an entire wall. Looking intently at them Stratan almost doesn’t recognise himself. It had been painted less than a year ago but since then so much has changed. Stratan realises that this must show on his face, for now he does not look so young and innocent. Finally his father speaks, in a voice that betrays his anger and frustration.
“You foolish boy! You see what happens when you take matters into your own inexperienced, immature hands?”, his father is fuming and pacing around the room, letting out his fury by hitting various objects. A vase smashes onto the floor and books fall from their shelves. Stratan decides it best not to speak, and is surprised when his father begins to launch questions at him.
It's a short paragraph of a novel-in-progress. Specific things I'd like to know are - does it make you want to read on, is the name interesting enough for fantasy and okay to remember and is there enough description? I know there's not much to work with but didn't want to post a lengthly excerpt. Thanks in advance
A tremendous silence bangs around the room. For Stratan it seems to last hours. Neither man knows what to say and Stratan is afraid that if he does say something it will only make it much worse. He occupies himself by looking at everything in the room but his father. Lavish portraits of his mother, his father and himself take up the space of an entire wall. Looking intently at them Stratan almost doesn’t recognise himself. It had been painted less than a year ago but since then so much has changed. Stratan realises that this must show on his face, for now he does not look so young and innocent. Finally his father speaks, in a voice that betrays his anger and frustration.
“You foolish boy! You see what happens when you take matters into your own inexperienced, immature hands?”, his father is fuming and pacing around the room, letting out his fury by hitting various objects. A vase smashes onto the floor and books fall from their shelves. Stratan decides it best not to speak, and is surprised when his father begins to launch questions at him.