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Hello there!

Sorry about the wait, but I said I would, and here I am.

The beginning is a really good hook-in. However, I might suggest taking "Lucky me." out of it because you break up something very foreboding with sarcasm. Seems to throw off the seriousness of the matter. Other than that, great.

I was going to tell you (and those who corrected) not to worry, and that spelling things "realized," "paralyzed," etc. with a Z is a mainly American thing, and that spelling it with an S is perfectly correct as well, but you beat me to it. :D

...and I made my way to >"to" doesn't seem to fit well here--has a weird sound to it. Maybe try something like "back behind the counter." behind the counter, certain he would ask for his usual; cigarettes and lotteries.


But when he set foot on the step leading to my cash’s >Typo? Cash, or cash register, perhaps? -and to me- I knew two things: One, Eric was stepping into no man’s land.


No customer was permitted behind the counter, ever. And two, I was in big trouble and my guard dog was nowhere to be found. Lucky me. >Another "Lucky me." that seems to momentarily change the tone to sarcasm. Of course, if you want to keep it, you can say something like, "Lucky me, I thought. That way, it's not part of the narration.


I wasn’t stupid,(semicolon or period rather than comma.) I was pretty sure what he wanted but I was hoping to shake him out of it.


I can't really find much else wrong with your grammar--it's good. I'm quite impressed.

I agree with what others have said that perhaps more should be told about Shanna; we know more about Eric than we do about our main character. You could probably just slip a few small details about her in the narration, in places where something might fit. That would improve hugely without too much hair-pulling. :)

I sort of like that you haven't described the corner store in excruciating detail, as we've all seen convenience stores before, and they're all pretty much the same. You describe that there's a step-up to her station, and you say how the shelves are arranged. That's really, as far as a corner store goes, what we need to know.

I'm going to let the bleeding out thing go a bit; yeah, she probably would have lost consciousness a bit faster, but she covers the wound, which would slow the bleeding...I guess just take that into consideration...or have her wrench open the first aid kit and throw a gauze bandage tightly around it while the dog's wrestling Eric down. But it's plausible.

So my main thing is, and I know it's for plot purposes, but I want to know what's in her head that's making her not just give him the money. I've worked as a cashier for years, and at every job, we're told "If someone comes up and wants the money out of the register, I don't care if they are or seem armed or not, just give it to them. Your safety is more important than the money from your shift." And that's true. Companies have plenty of money (usually) and can easily write that off as a loss. So, something is making her defend it more than she defends herself. What's going through her head there?

Riley seems to have almost...er...human characteristics. This could get fun.

Your way of describing things is nice; you don't pile on the detail, yet you're not sparing with it. You seem to have a good balance with your narration.

This seems like it's going somewhere. I like it so far. I'm a little confused as to why it's in the fantasy category at this point, but I have faith that something's going to give it a nifty twist. You've done a good job!

If you'd like me to take a look at any further chapters, let me know when you post them. I'm really interested, and I'd love to check them out as well as give you some input.

Take care, and keep up the great work!
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Ok heres what i like:

Tonight, though, was his first. Therefore, he did not know I was lying and that Riley was lying in wait. Or doggy snoring.


i actually laughed out loud after that line. could be the fact that i have a sarcastic sense of humour myself...

Uh, ew. We were talking about gambling, right?


I love how you break the life-threatening situation with bits of what cynical humour. I completely relate, as I have often used this kind of humour in my own stressful circumstances. I want to explain a little to Vanadis. this is a defence mechanism used by a certain type of person. The "lucky me" bit fits i think because it isn't silly slapstick "hardy-har-har" humour which kills the mood of the scene, but a dark humour which fits perfectly with Shanna's character.

i also liked how you almost humanised Riley, and how he's loyal. i like the depth of the character Eric, which i think reflects the tragedy of real life. you never really know someone, and thus can't trust them, especially in that environment. i know its somewhat taken from real life, but there are some places and times where evil seems to accumulate. darkness exists in all of us, and i think you captured that very well

i got a little confused in this paragraph:
“Shanna, what is it?” Natalie’s voice was tight, professional but I could detect a small note of worry. Then again, maybe the blood-loss had me hallucinating.

I jerked my head to the left, struggling to hold on to consciousness. Sanders and Channing approached the counter warily, pushed the little door out of the way and stopped, shocked, when they found Eric, sobbing on the floor, Riley growling and drooling non-stop, and me bleeding like a stuck pig.

i thought that by the time the cops talked to her, Shanna was in sight. but the next paragraph ended describing Shanna seen bleeding, as if this is the first time they have seen her. it's a very technical question, just couldn't picture where everyone is orientated in the scene. try and figure out how you can clarify this to improve the continuity.

otherwise, aces! will get to the other chapters in due time ;)
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Nitpick #1

I wasn’t always this jaded but working nightshift in a gas station tended to show you the real side of people.


I stepped out of the storage room at the back of the store, skilfully balancing an armful of pop cans. In my shadow trailed Riley, the hundred-and-forty-pound dog assigned to me during the night shift I worked.


The space really makes a difference. It adds inconsistency to your work. Here, I think, you should stick with the space: night shift. Because I tried researching it, and nightshift just won't appear. So yeah...

When I’d started night shift in the gas station, it hadn’t been necessary to have a guard dog.


So, I guess the first one was just a typo? :)

Nitpick #2

These occasions –- and many more -- made me rather popular with the cops.


Oh this is funny.

Nitpick #3

When the cops had insisted the measures of protection weren’t adequate and they would need to strengthen them, they had refused.


Wait who had refused who? The bosses? Or the cops themselves?

Nitpick #4

I let the door closeand, rubbed my chilled arms and turned to head back to the back for more cans when movement outside caught my eye.


Nothing grammatical wrong, but we can rearrange this. The phrasing was a bit awkward to read. Just one "back" has to be eliminated, I think. And it wouldn't affect the meaning much. Or:

I let the door close and rubbed my chilled arms and turned around to get to head back to the back for more cans when movement outside caught my eye.


It's up to you.

Nitpick #5

Eric liked to talk and buy lottery tickets, stayed around, talked and scratched.


We can see that the parallelism of this statement is a bit awkward. You can stick with the infinitives rather than the verbs in past tense. I think it would make the flow better:

Eric liked to talk and buy lottery tickets, stay around, talked and scratch.


'Cause you know, it seems like Eric does like to do all those stuffs, and all of those should be under the "liked".

Nitpick #6

But he didn’t approach the counter. Instead, he stayed at the door, fidgeting with his leather coat. Why in the world was he wearing such a heavy coat in the middle of July?

I frowned at him but he didn’t seem to notice. “Eric, you alright?”

His head snapped up and he met my eyes. “Yeah, sorry. Just a bit cold tonight, can’t seem to warm up, you know?”

“You might be coming down with something. Is anyone sick at home?”

“No, not yet. Maybe it’s because of the air conditioning.”

“Yeah, maybe.”


Nitpick #7

“Can’t remember what you needed? Milk? Bread? Cigarettes?”<space>I enumerated what he usually came to get.


Nitpick #8

He shook his head almost violently and my frown returned. There was something not right with him. Had he had a fight with his wife? Was there something wrong with his daughter?

He began walking decisively toward me but instead of coming to face me at the counter, he turned right. I stared in astonishment as Eric, one of my friendliest and most trusted customers, rounded the corner leading to my cash registers and said, “Where’s your dog?”


I forced a laugh, trying to diffuse the situation. “Eric, what are you doing? You can’t get your cigarettes on your own; that’s my job.” I wasn’t stupid; I was pretty sure what he wanted but I was hoping to shake him out of it.

“It’s not cigarettes I want, Shanna, it’s money.”

“You work three jobs, don’t you have enough money?”


Because the racks were placed diagonally, with the rows facing me, Eric could not see the dog. But once Riley made it to the end of the racks and turned left toward us, Eric would be able to see him if he simply turned his head. I needed to distract the man.

Ever so slowly, I eased to the left, forcing my paralysed body to lean against the other counter. It screamed in protest; I was stepping away from the mace can I kept beside my cash, away from the panic button that would alert the cops of my situation, away also from the small pocket knife I kept at hand. Instead of panicking about my movements, Eric heaved a sigh of relief. I realised he was keeping an eye on my hands, in case they strayed toward the little red button I’d sometimes used to call for the authorities. Not this time, buster, my dog will take care of you, I thought.


“I’ve seen the way you look at me; you judge me like everyone else does.” His eyes narrowed and his lips pulled back in a silent snarl.

“Eric, I don’t judge you. I just wish I had known before what a problem your gambling was; I could have gotten you some help.” My eyes were pleading with his. I didn’t want him to do this; he had a little girl and a wife waiting for him at home. So far, he hadn’t threatened me except for flashing the knife around but he himself seemed to hesitate. I studied his eyes carefully and suddenly noticed his pupils were hugely dilated. Oh my god, he was on something! What kind of drugs had he taken? I wasn’t very good with that, but surely something in his system had prompted him to act so out of character? I simply could not believe that Eric, the same handsome, friendly client I’d served for the past five years would turn on me. Not so suddenly.


My lie was apparently convincing because he paused, his knife held mid-air. Then he narrowed his eyes again. “Gambling isn’t a problem, Shanna, it’s my life! The only problem is that Lady Luck hasn’t been on my side lately, but she is bound to. She cannot have abandoned me this way.”

“If it isn’t a problem,” I said softly, “then what are you doing here?”


My scream jerked Riley’s head up and when he saw the blood pouring out of my arm, he opened his wide jaws and bit on Eric’s throat. Gently, not to hurt him, but enough to show Eric he meant business. In the meantime, he growled, a truly threatening sound coming from his open mouth. Forgetting my pain, only thinking of protecting my dog, I knelt and tried pulling the knife from Eric’s grip; he refused to relinquish it. “Come on, Eric! Give it to me.”

“You can’t have it, it’s mine!” he yelled, sobbing.


Nitpick #9

The rule was simple: just give the robber the money.


I just feel that a colon fits better there.

Nitpick #10

Sanders and Channing approached the counter warily, pushed the little door out of the way and stopped, shocked, when they found Eric, sobbing on the floor, Riley growling and drooling non-stop, and me bleeding like a stuck pig.


Nitpick #11

In no time flat, Tate had called the ambulance and another police car, Natalie had convinced Riley to relinquish his hold on Eric, had cuffed him and set him in the back of their car.


Nitpick #12

He began walking decisively toward me but instead of coming to face me at the counter, he turned right.


I have here an example of one of your compound sentences, not separated by commas. Well, you actually don't separate your compound sentences with commas. But in this case, we have a clause, and sometimes, when more clauses are added to one of the independent clause in a compound sentence, it can be really confusing.

He began walking decisively toward me, but instead of coming to face me at the counter, he turned right.


I hope you consider this one. Just a thought really.

Or.

As soon as our shift ended, I could touch him, but Riley was out the door at seven o’clock on the dot.


Here, is the him Riley? Umm... if so, I think the name would be better before the pronoun.

...touch Riley, but he...


The other was her partner Tate Channing.


Is that Channing Tatum? WHUT? HAHA... kidd'. :)

OVERALL

I'll have to be honest here. At the ending, the everything goes black is a very common ending, and I think you should spice that up with a unique description, I think. About the story as a whole, too, I would also like to say, that I'd like to see more of the action when Riley was biting on Eric. Just a little bit more description there. But anyway, this was nice. I laughed at times, like the Ew.....gambling part. So yeah...

It's fantasy though I can't see anything fantasy about it yet. I know that will come in time. ;) KEEP WRITING MOM! Go for yerrrr dream. You were born for this. :D

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