Fogged_Creation
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Hello! It is great to meet you, the reader and critique that shall consider my attempts at making interesting stories.
I'm going to create a short scene like how I normally do and I want to know the quality on how good it would be, Give me a 1 to 10 rating if you so wish!
My friends tell me that what I make is good and that they don't see any problems with it... But I digress, I come to ask you what you guys honestly think about how well I do write scenes and stories, to nit-pick on the things that I'm doing right and wrong, if there any bad habits I should avoid, and how I can improve on top of that, and if you have the additional luxury of time, then perhaps you could show me a recreation of the same scene but in your own way that you personally feel gives an overall improvement of the story it can be made in any genre you are most keen/used to using.
(Don't hesitate to be... Overly critical, but some motivation is appreciated )
Here goes:
" The crunch of snow felt itself more to the bitting cold upon his backside as Chaden sat, legs crossed and shaking involuntarily in front of his dim campfire, quivering and trembling in response to the dark cold winds sweeping at him on all side, it was as if the frigid tongue of death himself swept an unfaltering dry lick across the knight's freezing shell of metal armor, the embers of life upon the campfire also flickered with uncertainty, the precariousness of winter's biting air had been sudden and Chaden feared for his life, relying on his only source of warmth ahead of himself, his arms moved around and over the campfire desperately, occasionally placing his hands into the flame and somewhat burning himself over the exhausted dancing flames, breathing heavily into his hands he would try to pat himself down to share his warmth all around before placing his hands painfully back into the flickering flames, his mind went aloft, and his focus laid elsewhere and thought he tried to think to himself, even as his reflections stuttered within himself, the cold having gone down ontto his head at this rate, his teeth beginning to bite at a worrying rate.
--- I'm I-I will survive, don't w-worry, everything is g-going to be okay, il b-be just f-fine... I w-won't die here... I, I'm like, the p-protagonist of this story, t-there's no way in c-cold hell that I-I'm going to d-die here! --- Chaden said with an attempt of self consolation, making due for anything that could improve his own morale."
Do give me some of your critiques, you wonderful people! I'm ready to take it, haha!
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I'm going to create a short scene like how I normally do and I want to know the quality on how good it would be, Give me a 1 to 10 rating if you so wish!
My friends tell me that what I make is good and that they don't see any problems with it... But I digress, I come to ask you what you guys honestly think about how well I do write scenes and stories, to nit-pick on the things that I'm doing right and wrong, if there any bad habits I should avoid, and how I can improve on top of that, and if you have the additional luxury of time, then perhaps you could show me a recreation of the same scene but in your own way that you personally feel gives an overall improvement of the story it can be made in any genre you are most keen/used to using.
(Don't hesitate to be... Overly critical, but some motivation is appreciated )
Here goes:
Scene: The Gnawing of Winter's air
" The crunch of snow felt itself more to the bitting cold upon his backside as Chaden sat, legs crossed and shaking involuntarily in front of his dim campfire, quivering and trembling in response to the dark cold winds sweeping at him on all side, it was as if the frigid tongue of death himself swept an unfaltering dry lick across the knight's freezing shell of metal armor, the embers of life upon the campfire also flickered with uncertainty, the precariousness of winter's biting air had been sudden and Chaden feared for his life, relying on his only source of warmth ahead of himself, his arms moved around and over the campfire desperately, occasionally placing his hands into the flame and somewhat burning himself over the exhausted dancing flames, breathing heavily into his hands he would try to pat himself down to share his warmth all around before placing his hands painfully back into the flickering flames, his mind went aloft, and his focus laid elsewhere and thought he tried to think to himself, even as his reflections stuttered within himself, the cold having gone down ontto his head at this rate, his teeth beginning to bite at a worrying rate.
--- I'm I-I will survive, don't w-worry, everything is g-going to be okay, il b-be just f-fine... I w-won't die here... I, I'm like, the p-protagonist of this story, t-there's no way in c-cold hell that I-I'm going to d-die here! --- Chaden said with an attempt of self consolation, making due for anything that could improve his own morale."
Do give me some of your critiques, you wonderful people! I'm ready to take it, haha!
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