Tried dark(?) fantasy this time. If anybody wants to read the entire thing it's a slightly longer than I wanted 6100. Thanks.
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It was three weeks before its cries, before its pleas for mercy fell silent.
I understand that the redundancy (cries, pleas for mercy) is deliberate and is intended to be literary, but it doesn't work for me in a first phrase. I've just come from checking out Nathan Bransford's first line contest. http://nathanbransford.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-nominees-are.html
Here, he talks about preferring shorter sentences.
I'm not entirely sure that's relevant to your first line, but I thought you might be interested.
Anyway, what I wanted to say: the coma jarred me and the repetition felt unsubstantiated without a mood (which would need a paragraph or so to create) to unphold it.
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Hunter Jon waited another two days before he descended those steep stairs into the murky cell. The stench was already heavy in the air.
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The body, when he found it curled up, foetus-like in a corner, was barely recognizable as the human it had once been.
Coma problem. Also there is a repetition problem. Excuse the rewrite: "He found the body curled up foetus-like in a corner, barely recognizable as the human it had once been".
Interesting extra idea you throw in there.
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The skin was loose and sagging where it had been stretched over the mottled, heavy brow.
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The fingers were fractured and twisted where once they had been cruel talons.
[This message has been edited by Rick Norwood (edited September 14, 2007).]
Anyhow- I agree with Sara's comment: "The body, when he found it curled up, foetus-like in a corner" feels too indirect.
Other than that, it looks like another good beginning. I'd like to read, unless you're getting sick of my comments, Martin. (I'm probably too busy to get to it this weekend, but I could read it next week).
Jon.
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It was three weeks before its cries, before its pleas for mercy[,] fell silent. Hunter Jon waited another two days before he descended those steep stairs into the murky cell. The stench was [already<--Necessary?] heavy [in the air<--necessary?].The body [was][, when he found it curled up,<--[unnecessary, IMO.] foetus-like in a corner[. It] was barely recognizable [as the human it had once been<--[Either unnecessary, YET, or tell me what it is now known as.]. The skin was [loose<--Choose one-->and sagging] [where it had been stretched<--[Confusing. Makes me ask Why it was stretched. The protagonist knows, why isn't he thinking directly about what IT was.] over the mottled, heavy brow. The fingers were fractured and twisted where once they had been cruel talons. The teeth were broken and shattered. And, of course, the eyes were gone. The eyes were always gone.[Why were the eyes always gone?]
That terrible, eyeless gaze turned towards Hunter Jon[Wait. It's alive?] as he drew his knife. Its breathing was pitiful, coming in short,
I feel you were too intent on describing what it looks like, and not intent on what the story is about. You can dance around the thing's description.
1) If Hunter John knows what it is, I should. This is his PoV after all.
2) How can he see the vast amount of detail you describe in the "murky" cell?
3) Where is this cell? In a cabin floor? Spaceship? Ancient Castle? Colonial-style house in a New England suburb?
4) What time period is it?
3) What stench? By saying "The stench" you allude to Hunter Jon knowing what the stench is and why it is. This sounds like intentional withholding.
This is a short story, and you would hold my interest better by telling me what he's hunting and why.
As I said, this is a great start, it has a lot of potential. Good luck!!
--Melanie