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The river rolls my bones and cool waters touch my broken flesh. Sand scours my anemic wounds and small, silver fish consume me-- bite by bite. Sometimes I strike a rock as I tumble down rapids; bones crack and spear my glassy skin. Stagnant blood seeps out and turns the water black. For two days and a night I have drifted downstream. By the time I reach the open sea, I shall be threads of meat, shards of bones and bloody smears across a hundred rocks--but mostly, I know, I shall be in the bellies of a thousand fish. I hear a cry and then firm hands grasp me. A man gags as he hauls me to the stones of the riverbank. He retches a few times and fluids splatter noisily on the pebbles; the wind drives the bitter smell to my nose; I'd turn away, but I can't, so I watch the clouds Posts: 2995 | Registered: Oct 2007
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Is this a human or some other creature? I didn't understand 'anemic' wound. Were you talking about a bloodless wound because I think (could be wrong) that anemic is a something different.
I like the writing, I just don't know if I buy the idea that 'it' could be conscious of everything that's happening to 'it' through two days and a night.
I liked the last part, though. I'd believe 'it' was conscious then.
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Like the concept. The way this reads, I think you literally meant that some post-life intelligence was travelling down stream, still anchored to it's already dead body. I don't think it's still alive - should have drowned by now, even ignoring the body's condition. If this was your intent, you've succeeded.
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I like this. Great hook, nice description. I felt cold and wet just reading it. No real nits. I'm intrigued to say the least, wondering where you're going with this.
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Very eerie and gripping opening. It is quite the challenge you have set for yourself, telling a story from the perspective of a dead body (or at least it seems that way). Your MC is an entirely passive character (outside of thoughts so far), which in any other case would be a deal breaker, but given the context is perfect here. It certainly helps that you have maintained the passivity of the actions, the sense of a lack of ability to move, without slipping into constant passive voice. The body is doing things like striking rocks, hearing things and drifting, but it never comes across like the living dead.
I agree that “anemic wounds” doesn’t quite read right, though the MC is certainly anemic, in the sense of lacking vitality. It’s a good word that could be used elsewhere (despite its strong medical connection with anemia).
My one small quibble, and this could be rendered moot by the rest of the story, is the apparent self-separation of the body. What I mean by this is that the MC identifies the skin as “my skin” but the bones that puncture it are treated as an external or not part of the self. It did make me pause and question my assumption that I was reading the perspective of a dead body. Of course maybe it is something else, more like a spirit trapped in a dead body? As I said, the rest of the story would probably clear that up.
I wonder how well a passive/immobile MC works on a longer scale. How long is the story (or are you aiming to make it)? Based on the first 13 I would certainly read on. Are you looking for readers? Because I would be glad to take a look.
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I think this will be perhaps at most a few thousand words, but may be as short as 1500. I have written beyond this intro, but on a few hundred words. When it is done I'll email those interested and see if they still want to do a read through for me.
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Very intriguing concept. I can envision a spirit on a quest to solve or avenge it's murder. Lots of space to run with this storyline. I'd love to read it.
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Hmmm, read this a week or so ago but obviously didn't say anything, not sure why.
Could be that there's not much I can say. Nice descriptions, I can see everything clearly, almost to clearly in a couple cases.
I wonder why he is stuck in his body but that probably comes after the 13 lines. His senses are working but he must not be feeling any pain and not because he's drunk.
That's about it. Maybe make sure that he is human or if not what he is at the beginning but other than than I got nothing.
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Wow, super opening. No quibbles. I'd be happy to read when it's done, if you need more readers.
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I just read it, and if you want to read it before a magazine charges you full price for the privilege, I'd beg him to have it show it to you too. Posts: 3072 | Registered: Dec 2007
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Thanks Frank, but don't build it up too much!
I'll send this to the few people that are still interested (say you want it on this thread). I am not looking for any line crits, just opinions if the story generally works as it is presented.
It's 1500 words, so pretty short and has been re-titled 'Preacher Man'.
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Just finished reading it as well. Beautifully told story, I enjoyed it. I've sent my feedback via email to you.
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I do have one problem. You spelled 'River' with an l in the title of this topic. That might get you a rejection.
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I'll confess I did like the original title but I see why you changed it after reading the story.
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I think "Preacher Man" makes a more intriguing title.
Is the preacher man: the guy in the water, the guy who finds him-maybe tries to help him or doesn't know what he has, some other reference we don't know yet?
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