haha Mosaix I hate that rule! It is always so tempting to make it all so pretty I feel for you Fitzchiv, I am a descriptive lover of purpleness and beautiful words
The Guardian
“Watcha doin’?”
“Nuffin’. “
“Is that a Crow?”
“Hell, Neesa! You scared it!”
“Who cares? Crows ain’t even pretty.”
“Yeah but they’re the only birds left, and they can go anywhere they want… See, it’s out beyond the pines already! It’s not stuck behind this stupid fence.”
“You mean they can go anywhere until they get eaten by a Beast. And this “stupid” fence keeps us safe. That’s why the Benevolents built it.”
“They don’t eat Crows, Neesa.”
“Hmmph.”
“Anyway, soon I’ll be old enough to become a Guardian and then I can leave this boring city as well.”
“You’re crazy, Tyler. The Beasts wiped out the whole world, and you wanna go hunt ‘em?”
~~~~~~~~~~
A boy ran to the other side of the rusty fence and stared out. I stepped instinctively back into the shadow of the pines as the mangy Crows cawed overhead. I could tell from the faraway look in the boy’s eyes that he was destined for Selection. Then the poor fool would find out the truth about the deceitful Benevolents. And the city’s beloved Guardians.
Humans were a danger to other worlds. This was the Universal Benevolents’ non-negotiable decree. The Beasts were a grotesque fabrication, a way of forcing us into the fortified pens they built. The Guardians worked for the Benevolents, and the job was simple. Control the caged population and round up the remaining Free People for the work farms. Or they would die. We would all die for the atrocities our forefathers committed in the name of interstellar exploration.
Guardians. Benevolents. Both horrible jokes.
I spat into the dirt before turning from the fence and moving deeper into the trees.
“Time to go to work Tyler,” I muttered darkly to myself as the dry pine needles crunched underfoot.
I liked your story, Mr. Orange, and I believe it was on my shortlist. I thought it was a very interesting juxtaposition of the child and the man he becomes, the hope of the young one inside the fence for "protection" and the cynical knowledge he gains when he finds out what it's really about.
The lack of one comma did bother me -- "Time to go to work, Tyler,".
thanks tdz. now commas and punctuation in speech is something i have had disagreements with people in the past... i tend to write speech how i see it being said, not necessarily grammatically correct. In my head Tyler said that line as a quick mutter, without pause...
Yes, but the comma in this case doesn't indicate a pause but rather the posession of a name (I may not have phrased that correctly, I'm sure TJ or Ursa could put it better), so, regardless of idiom, it's correct to have it there. I'm all for suspending punctuation rules in dialogue to support idiom but I don't think this is one that does that.
It is, and no more than that.I was under the impression that the image is there as inspiration for a story.
You don't.I didnt think we had t write a story based on the image.
No.Am I totally crazy on this?
I was under the impression that the image is there as inspiration for a story. I didnt think we had t write a story based on the image. Am I totally crazy on this? If so then I have never written a relevant 300 word story. I try to stay away from the image exactly so I dont write the same thing as others. I am sure that inspiration means I could see that pic and if I thought about rainbows and lollipops from a rusty piece and a bird I could write it.