"Mother! Mother! Come on! I can not lose you both!" She had told her, dragging her by the cloth of the tunic she wore. "It's coming for us! We've lost enough tonight. There has been enough blood spilt!"
bear wrote:I'm going to be honest. I only read most of this.
bear wrote:It was boring. I had to wade through it. It could be interesting, though. It was sort of, "she did this, she did that" but with description.
Also, your sentences started to blur together after a while for me. You start them with so many pronouns, a thing very tempting to do, and something I have to consciously avoid.
bear wrote:Your flashback
bear wrote:Speaker tags: you use a lot of alternatives to the word said. People are so used to seeing the word said that they ignore it. While using these synonyms/alternatives can be easily pulled off, and it's always nice to have variety, I don't think you should neglect said.
bear wrote:The unrealistic dialogue is very easily remedied. Listen to people talk. Get an idea of the rhythm and speech patterns of other people. Speech does have a rhythm. It's important, and it's how other people identify with each other. With that rhythm skewed, it sounds awkward.
The sun was dipping low into the sky, barely a sliver visible. It threw deep oranges, bright reds into the sky, which became streaked with colour. Two bright eyes reflected this. A girl, no older than fifteen stared up, mesmerized. She knew what this meant. The Lunar Cast. She could here the chatting, the clinking of glasses, the drunken laughter behind her. A festival all of Grove Hill celebrated. The harvest moon would come out soon, and she would be forcing brandy down her throat. It was the way things happened here. There was a hot grip on her shoulder, and Aurora looked up, into the dreamy eyes of Danaan.
It has been a dreadful night. The images floated back into her mind. The Lunar Cast brought the joy of harvest. But along with it, The Night Creature. No man or woman was ever foolish enough to stay out at midnight. It was not safe. But her father, her father had a liking to drink. Zeb had taken The Lunar Cast as an excuse to drink to much. He had fallen asleep on the chair, a drowsy smile on his face. His friends had tried to wake him, to shake him, to at least move him indoors. They called for help, but nobody would come. He was too large to even budge. So they left him.
Aurora hated them for that, but understood that they had too. Aurora had been in bed already, curled up with a scroll on Dark Magic. She had then fallen asleep, face on the parchment. She had awoken to deafening screams, piercing through the silence of the night. Aurora had sprung bolt upright; she knew that voice. Her mother was screaming. Aurora hadn't bothered to get dressed. In a thin vest and her underwear, she ran out into the cobbled street, where her mother was shrieking. She looked out and saw the scene: a black shadow hung over her father. He was turning pale, and the shadow was growing. She suddenly recognised it from books she'd read: The Night Creature was sucking the life out of her father! A puddle of blood lay at his feet. Her eyes opened wide, and she gulped back a shout of terror. Her blood was cold, and she was suddenly aware that two red eyes were watching them. It had seen them! Grabbing her mother's arm, she tried pulling her inside.
Her mother had said nothing, but obliged to being pulled into the house. Aurora bolted the door, and stared out the window. The shadow was gone. Aurora looked up again. Danaan still stood, watching her. She guessed he knew what she was thinking. He sat down beside her on the edge of the ravine, and handed her a drink.
"Forget." He told her calmly, in a spellbinding voice.
"I can't, you know I can't!"
"Then let drink do it for you!" He smiled, gulping at his brandy.
She laughed a fake laugh, and took a sip of the brandy. She got up, walking towards the crowds.
"I'll never forget. Not 'til my dying day." She whispered, a whisper that was not audible over the roaring drunks.