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STATUS: It should also be noted that The Hunger Games was written in first person present. Wild success story there. 3 yrs ago
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It should also be noted that The Hunger Games was written in first person present. Wild success story there.
3 yrs ago
Still, seeing the active tense in the third person makes me wonder why it wouldn't work for first person.
3 yrs ago
Correction: that is third person present.
3 yrs ago
First person present works all the time. It's industry standard for screenplays. Why it doesn't translate over into more frequent novel usage would make for an interesting case study.
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Feel free to wander across this bio. It will be an assortment of quotes expressing spiritual, and other philosophical sentiments starting from Star Wars, then branching into other fictional mediums, and perhaps passages from our own world.
Fragments of the Force
"For now we see through a glass, darkly."
1 Corinthians 13:12
"For now we see through a glass, darkly."
1 Corinthians 13:12
The Force
The Force is what gives a Jedi his power. It's an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us. It binds the galaxy together.
Without the midi-chlorians, life could not exist, and we would have no knowledge of the Force. They continually speak to us, telling us the will of the Force. When you learn to quiet your mind, you'll hear them speaking to you.
All that surround us is the foundation of life, the birthplace of what your science calls midi-chlorians, the foundation of what connects the Living Force and the Cosmic Force.
It is said that certain creatures are born with a higher awareness of the Force than humans. Their brains are different; they have more midi-chlorians in their cells.
The Force is not a power you have. It's not about lifting rocks. It's the energy between all things, a tension, a balance, that binds the universe together.
All that surrounds us is the foundation of life, the birthplace of what your science calls midi-chlorians, the foundation of what connects the Living Force and the Cosmic Force. When a living thing dies, all is renewed. Life passes away from the Living Force into the Cosmic Force and becomes one with it. One powers the other. One is renewed by the other.
Darkness rises, and light to meet it.
Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you? Hmm? Hmm. And well you should not. For my ally is the Force, and a powerful ally it is. Life creates it, makes it grow. Its energy surrounds us and binds us. Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter. You must feel the Force around you; here, between you, me, the tree, the rock, everywhere, yes. Even between the land and the ship.
It is like a cloud, a mist that drifts from living creature to creature, set in motion by currents and eddies. It is the eye of the storm, the passions of all living things turned into energy, into a chorus. It is the rising swell at the end of life, the promise of new territories and new blood, the call of new mysteries in the dark.
I hate the Force, I hate that it seems to have a will, that it would control us to achieve some measure of balance when countless lives are lost.
The Force fights with me!
There is no truth in the Force.
Answers?
Perhaps you were expecting some surprise, for me to reveal a secret that had eluded you, something that would change your perspective of events, shatter you to your core. There is no great revelation, no great secret. There is only you.
Why did you cut me off from the Force?
Look within for the answer. We are each solely accountable for everything in our lives. Nothing ever happens to us unless we allow it.
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Lovecraft, Poe, Tolstoy, Robert E. Howard, Harold Lamb, Edgar Rice Burroughs, and Sapkowski. Each have specific aspects of their writing that I aim to acquire and master; from the strange, to the gothic, realism to fantastical natures, the crispness of prose whilst still being delightfully descriptive, and of course, action and adventure played out across sweeping, grandiose stages.
4AM -- A simple six word sentence story. It conveys an exchange well after dark, but other than that there's not much to go on. Little to no emotional impact or narrative weight. Solid entry, but that's it.
Pretty Hate Machine -- The writing is descriptive, and the author shows competence within that area. There's some little creative input going in by changing just a bit of the Nine Inch Nails lyrics, however I wonder whether any lyrics are needed at all, except, perhaps, for 'Head like a hole'... and 'Drown out your soul'... Otherwise, this inside look at a misanthropic descent of an edgy teenager having trouble coming to terms with his emotions and place in the world is mostly juvenile. Even with the suggestion that a school shooting might be about to occur, I don't feel the rising horror I should feel, but rather a general loathing for the "protagonist." What's missing here is nuance. How you go about finding a way to portray the descent into such an awful mental state is up to you.
John Bello -- I am amused.
I vote for John Bello. It isn't particularly special, to my eyes, but the writer was clever, had fun, and showed a general understanding of craft. I nearly voted for Pretty Hate Machine but was ultimately too turned off by the more amateurish depictions of hatred born by loneliness, isolation, and crushed self-esteem that certainly follows some people in the darker side of high school. It felt too on-the-nose with the shock, and not enough rising terror or insightful characterization.
Pretty Hate Machine -- The writing is descriptive, and the author shows competence within that area. There's some little creative input going in by changing just a bit of the Nine Inch Nails lyrics, however I wonder whether any lyrics are needed at all, except, perhaps, for 'Head like a hole'... and 'Drown out your soul'... Otherwise, this inside look at a misanthropic descent of an edgy teenager having trouble coming to terms with his emotions and place in the world is mostly juvenile. Even with the suggestion that a school shooting might be about to occur, I don't feel the rising horror I should feel, but rather a general loathing for the "protagonist." What's missing here is nuance. How you go about finding a way to portray the descent into such an awful mental state is up to you.
John Bello -- I am amused.
I vote for John Bello. It isn't particularly special, to my eyes, but the writer was clever, had fun, and showed a general understanding of craft. I nearly voted for Pretty Hate Machine but was ultimately too turned off by the more amateurish depictions of hatred born by loneliness, isolation, and crushed self-esteem that certainly follows some people in the darker side of high school. It felt too on-the-nose with the shock, and not enough rising terror or insightful characterization.
I vote for 'purple'.
Why?
Because it's a big stupid jellyfish!
Well drawn all around, and I enjoyed the atmosphere of the different purple shades in the ocean. Very otherworldly.
Why?
Because it's a big stupid jellyfish!
Well drawn all around, and I enjoyed the atmosphere of the different purple shades in the ocean. Very otherworldly.
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