Summer Job

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[Hi all. I do plan to make this story a LOT longer. Perhaps a novella or something of the sort, but here's a short excerpt that I hope you enjoy, and if I get enough positive feedback, I might just post some more. Trident]

Going out. Wish me luck!
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"Transubstantiation" is too much.

The story, being in the first person, is difficult to wrench from the narrator's navel, and, as it stands, I don't really see it as getting off the ground. That's not a bad thing; just not something I particularly like. Much of lit fic and chick lit and narrative fic is driven by character inundation, hoorah.

I don't really know that this leaves me "wanting more," though I would keep reading if there was more (does that make sense?). What I found most unsettling was the blandness of the characters. I almost immediately thought of John Updike's little short story about working in a grocery store, and how utterly uninteresting and more-of-the-same his characters became.

In that regard, I didn't feel like the narrator here was all that different from any other person. His voice was neither compelling nor mundane--it fell somewhere between the two: detached. Dialogue brings your characters to life, and the first bit of dialogue you have here is too 'blah' for me to get a feel for any of them.

The boss speaks as though he barely knows his own employee; the employee the same. It seems stilted, forced. Why not drop some sarcasm? Use a tag to express dismay? Something so that the readers understand how your character speaks--that's the most important part of crafting a character, but you know this.

Let me know if you add more to this.


Best,
Brad
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It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien