On the Brightside of Death

by UnderestimatedSmiles

Published August 30, 2010

Hey people, this is a new novel I had worked on, lost interest, but now have fallen in love with again. Hope you like it! Critiques and comments would be awesome! :smt003

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The Plague, the Black Plague; Mortals claimed that their Lord sent it upon them because He was angry at His Children,

but I knew better. I most definitely knew better.

The 9/11 Attacks, a terrorist bombing; Mortals claimed the Middle East was going insane. That was

partially true, but it’s not the full story. I know how the one plane missed it target and crashed into a field. The

passengers overwhelmed the hijackers? Yeah, but I helped. I most certainly did.

Name a tragic event: Hurricane Katrina, the Great Depression, I know the truth behind them all. You

name a disaster, I could tell you who died, when, by what, and where without giving it a second thought. But with that

knowledge comes power, restricted power, but power nonetheless. That power, raw and beautiful, is dangerous, and

many, many people you once thought you knew would instantly become your enemy when you got it.

Daughter of Death, that’s what they call me. You might have also heard people refer to me as Miss

Murder, the Black Widow, the Angel of Death, Devil’s Spawn, the list goes on and on. Angry men would choose to call me

names that proper men and women would never speak, but if they do, I could understand. Many souls I collect each day

are furious that their time has come, and often become violent. They usually throw things, try to beat me… one time a

writer stabbed me with his favorite pencil. I’ve been through some crazy stuff, in other words.

“Jill!” roared my father. “Jill! Get over here now!” I took my dark ocean eyes away from the clear glass

window and glanced down the hall. “Now!” I sighed before gliding across the deep rep carpet surrounded by black and

grey stone. Not like there was much to see anyway; everything outside was either pure black or grey.

“What do you want?” I yelled back, walking into the great hall. I gazed angrily at Death, sitting on his

high back Victorian throne. It was black, of course, his favorite color.

“You do not speak to me in that tone of voice, understand wretch?” When he snarled he appeared to be

like a vampire, his shiny white teeth revealing two slightly pointed tips, appearing even brighter against the dark grey

contrast of his skin, and of his raven black hair.

“Wretch? No one talks to the heir of Hell in such a manner!” Ugh… speaking in elegant language was

hard work, but Death wouldn’t have it any other way. “Why do you waste my time?”

“I need you to go out to a run for me. Go through the portal in wing three.” Groaning I ran off, but

before I left, he stopped me. “And don’t be afraid to give them a painful end.”

“Why will they die?”

“Reasons unknown.” My mind raced as my body hurried through the castle. Its design was complicated,

multiple slim arches in a variety of sizes stacked on top of each other, columns everywhere, and they were all the color

black. The only splatter of tint in the entire place was the red carpet, and the few purple tapestries hung high on the

walls. Before long I could see a silver disc at the end of a long corridor. It stood upright from the floor like a mirror,

except it was part of the wall. On a hook near the threshold was a black cloak, a pointed hood resting listless from its

top. Shrugging it on I hurried through the silver gateway.

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kaitlyn
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kaitlyn wrote a review Review · Dec 6, 2021

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),

Hi! I'm here to leave a quick review!!

First Impression: This is off to a good start I think. You've managed to construct a nice little world here with this whole extended death situation and while the tone gets a bit questionable at times, I find myself liking this and the protagonist here.

Anyway let's get right to it,

The Plague, the Black Plague; Mortals claimed that their Lord sent it upon them because He was angry at His Children,
but I knew better. I most definitely knew better.

The 9/11 Attacks, a terrorist bombing; Mortals claimed the Middle East was going insane. That was
partially true, but it’s not the full story. I know how the one plane missed it target and crashed into a field. The passengers overwhelmed the hijackers? Yeah, but I helped. I most certainly did.

Name a tragic event: Hurricane Katrina, the Great Depression, I know the truth behind them all. You name a disaster, I could tell you who died, when, by what, and where without giving it a second thought. But with that knowledge comes power, restricted power, but power nonetheless. That power, raw and beautiful, is dangerous, and many, many people you once thought you knew would instantly become your enemy when you got it.


Okay, cool little opening scene here. So far I am loving this. Its an interesting take on things here. I mean, its something that does get used rather often, but this seems to be a slightly different take on this than most, and so far I am hooked by this opening.

Daughter of Death, that’s what they call me. You might have also heard people refer to me as Miss Murder, the Black Widow, the Angel of Death, Devil’s Spawn, the list goes on and on. Angry men would choose to call me names that proper men and women would never speak, but if they do, I could understand. Many souls I collect each day are furious that their time has come, and often become violent. They usually throw things, try to beat me… one time a writer stabbed me with his favorite pencil. I’ve been through some crazy stuff, in other words.


Okayy....that's oddly humorous at the moment and so far I am really loving the personality of this particular character here. There is such a nice undertone of general humor that makes it sound like a teenager is narrating, a teenager that wrangles souls in their spare time but a teenage nonetheless and that's just oddly relatable.

“Jill!” roared my father. “Jill! Get over here now!” I took my dark ocean eyes away from the clear glass window and glanced down the hall. “Now!” I sighed before gliding across the deep rep carpet surrounded by black and grey stone. Not like there was much to see anyway; everything outside was either pure black or grey.

“What do you want?” I yelled back, walking into the great hall. I gazed angrily at Death, sitting on his high back Victorian throne. It was black, of course, his favorite color.

“You do not speak to me in that tone of voice, understand wretch?” When he snarled he appeared to be like a vampire, his shiny white teeth revealing two slightly pointed tips, appearing even brighter against the dark grey contrast of his skin, and of his raven black hair.


Okay, this part seems a little overdone. I don't know why here father treats her that horribly but then seems to not exactly be considered a horrible person and just the general description of her father at the start also seems lightly sarcastic and meant to be a little humorous. I feel like that ends up detracting from the whole "Oh its death" aura here and takes it to a tone that I don't think quite fits the circumstances. If it is intentional though, this is an interesting way to go about something like this.

“Wretch? No one talks to the heir of Hell in such a manner!” Ugh… speaking in elegant language was hard work, but Death wouldn’t have it any other way. “Why do you waste my time?”

“I need you to go out to a run for me. Go through the portal in wing three.” Groaning I ran off, but before I left, he stopped me. “And don’t be afraid to give them a painful end.”

“Why will they die?”

“Reasons unknown.” My mind raced as my body hurried through the castle. Its design was complicated, multiple slim arches in a variety of sizes stacked on top of each other, columns everywhere, and they were all the color black. The only splatter of tint in the entire place was the red carpet, and the few purple tapestries hung high on the walls. Before long I could see a silver disc at the end of a long corridor. It stood upright from the floor like a mirror, except it was part of the wall. On a hook near the threshold was a black cloak, a pointed hood resting listless from its top. Shrugging it on I hurried through the silver gateway.


Okay, quite little cliffhanger there at least. That one was pretty fun. I think you've managed to pull of a pretty good piece here so far, and for the most part it ends up being a very interesting opening chapter. There is definitely enough excitement that we find ourselves wanting to find out more here.

Aaaaand that's it for this one.

Overall: Overall, I think this makes for a pretty solid opening piece here and I think you do a pretty good job with things in general. Its certainly interesting enough that I find myself wanting to see a second part of this. :D

As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.

Stay Safe
Harry

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Sierra commented Comment · Sep 2, 2010

I like this, but i think you need to make it longer and add more description. Have fun with it, make something interesting happen.

UnderestimatedSmiles commented Comment · Aug 31, 2010

Thanks, iheartbooks, and XChangeX, i really like this story, even though this first chapter was kind of boring, but my second is wayyyyyy better! Check it out, and thanks for the tips, (by the by, I have no idea if its wench or wretch ;))

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XChangeX commented Comment · Aug 30, 2010

Sounds good. Only one thing. I thought it was wench not wrentch?

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iheartbooks commented Comment · Aug 30, 2010

I can't give it a full review, but this sounds like it's going to be interesting. Certainly something differant than I usually read, but good none the less. I look forward to reading more

-iheartbooks♥



"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"
— Albus Dumbledore