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The Dance of Nations (WIP)

by lord_farquad


It was a dark room, for the most part. Except for the light that shed itself on the center of the room. One could almost smell the wood floors. And there in the very center of the room, as if displaying herself, stood the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. It wasn't a secret either. All the boys were just waiting for their turn to dance with her, and she knew it, and so did all the other boys. But it was not everyone's turn to dance with her. It was his turn. He was the strongest and the smartest, and everyone knew that too. His hands were sweaty, his wrists were shaking, and he was not sure if he would even make it to the dance floor. He did know, however, that he had to try. After all, all of the other strong boys had danced with her so he had to, and that fact was not at all disappointing. It was his turn, finally. He had waited so long, despite being the youngest one in the room. But, again, everyone knew he was the smartest and the strongest. So, he started to move forward. He maneuvered his way toward her, trying to seem nonchalant about it, even though everyone in the room knew what he was doing. As he got closer she stretched out her hand to take his. His breath caught, everyone was watching, this was the most exciting moment of his life. There was no question about that. He had been waiting for this very even since he was born, and everyone else had been watching him since then. He grabbed her hand, wondering if she realized how sweaty it was, and began to dance with her. It was as if the world had faded away. Nothing mattered now. He had finally done what he was meant to do. And then, without warning, he began to fall. He was falling backwards, but it seemed to be happening so slowly that he could see everything that was going on. He saw her smiling face, and all the others as they watched him fall. they all knew he would eventually, everyone before him had. As he fell he looked down and saw all the other boys that had danced with her. All of them had fallen too. He looked up at her one lest time, and saw her name. It was immorality, lust, greed, discontentment, and death. He looked down and saw the names of all the other strong boys who had danced with her: Egypt, Greece, Rome, and others. All of the strongest and the smartest. In the corner he saw the next boy getting ready to dance. None of that mattered anymore. He was dying, and he knew it, but even that did not matter. Because he fell with a smile on his face. He had danced with her knowing full well what would hapen, and now as he fell to his death he was overcome with joy, not realizing what fate await him. His name, was America.


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

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

Anyway let's get right to it,

It was a dark room, for the most part. Except for the light that shed itself on the center of the room. One could almost smell the wood floors. And there in the very center of the room, as if displaying herself, stood the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. It wasn't a secret either. All the boys were just waiting for their turn to dance with her, and she knew it, and so did all the other boys. But it was not everyone's turn to dance with her. It was his turn. He was the strongest and the smartest, and everyone knew that too. His hands were sweaty, his wrists were shaking, and he was not sure if he would even make it to the dance floor. He did know, however, that he had to try. After all, all of the other strong boys had danced with her so he had to, and that fact was not at all disappointing. It was his turn, finally. He had waited so long, despite being the youngest one in the room. But, again, everyone knew he was the smartest and the strongest. So, he started to move forward. He maneuvered his way toward her, trying to seem nonchalant about it, even though everyone in the room knew what he was doing. As he got closer she stretched out her hand to take his. His breath caught, everyone was watching, this was the most exciting moment of his life. There was no question about that. He had been waiting for this very even since he was born, and everyone else had been watching him since then. He grabbed her hand, wondering if she realized how sweaty it was, and began to dance with her. It was as if the world had faded away. Nothing mattered now. He had finally done what he was meant to do. And then, without warning, he began to fall. He was falling backwards, but it seemed to be happening so slowly that he could see everything that was going on. He saw her smiling face, and all the others as they watched him fall. they all knew he would eventually, everyone before him had. As he fell he looked down and saw all the other boys that had danced with her. All of them had fallen too. He looked up at her one lest time, and saw her name. It was immorality, lust, greed, discontentment, and death. He looked down and saw the names of all the other strong boys who had danced with her: Egypt, Greece, Rome, and others. All of the strongest and the smartest. In the corner he saw the next boy getting ready to dance. None of that mattered anymore. He was dying, and he knew it, but even that did not matter. Because he fell with a smile on his face. He had danced with her knowing full well what would hapen, and now as he fell to his death he was overcome with joy, not realizing what fate await him. His name, was America.


Okay...well before I go too far into this piece I have to start out by saying that this piece here is going to need some paragraphing. At the moment, its just a little too big of a blob, and despite the fact that we are dealing with a single scene and a single paragraph could work, it just too long to be readable. So I'd suggest looking for little moments where the tone of this shifts and using that to break this into two or three paragraphs at the very least.

Beyond that little problem, we've got a very intriguing little scene here. Now I get the idea of this title and the gist of the message its trying to imply, but it doesn't seem as clear as it should be. It seems to talk about how these nations wanted to be immortal global superpowers of some sort but ended up dying about, but there's not enough to really go off of here, and the nations themselves are squeezed into this so late, it just seems a bit odd there.

Besides that the setup is quite nice I think. You build up to it all nicely, and there's a pretty decent climax to go along with all of that buildup. I think you've done a fairly decent job on that. It just needs to be more clearly linked to this nations situation.

Aaaaand that's it for this one.

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

Stay Safe
Harry




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Sat Apr 18, 2009 1:00 am
lord_farquad says...



This is not the original post. Actually I'm not sure why this one is here. I appreciate your comments but please refer to the earlier post as it explains some of the mistakes. It may also help you understand it a little better.

I hope you don't mind if I copy/paste your comment into the other thread. Thanks. :)

To the moderators: please delete this one. I don't know how it got posted twice, but I would prefer to keep it all in one post.




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Hello! ^^

Welcome to YWS!!!
Good job on the two reviews!!

Onto the critique.

Paragraphs

- Currently its just one big paragraph. You should split it up.

- It would be easier to read if you did.

Nitpicks

So what I'm going to do is (I don't normally do this (you're my first victim)XD) Copy your whole story then put all my changes and comments in bold, okay?


It was a dark room, for the most part. Except Except doesn't really sound right, here. Perhaps use a different word? for the light that shed itself on the center of the room. One could almost smell the wooden floors. Start a new paragraph here. And there in the very center of the room, as if displaying herself, stood the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. It wasn't a secret either. All the boys were just waiting for their turn to dance with her. [s]and[/s] Start a new sentence here.she knew it, and so did all the other boys. But it was not everyone's turn to dance with her. It was his turn. New paragraph! He was the strongest and the smartest, and everyone knew that too. His hands were sweaty, his wrists were shaking, and he was not sure if he would even make it to the dance floor. He did know, however, that he had to try. After all, all of the other strong boys had danced with her so he had to, and that fact was not at all disappointing.New paragraph. It was his turn, finally. He had waited so long, despite being the youngest one in the room. But, again, everyoneThat is getting really repetitive. Changes the words around! knew he was the smartest and the strongest. So, he started to move forward. He maneuvered his way toward her, trying to seem nonchalant about it, even though everyone in the room knew what he was doing. As he got closer she stretched out her hand to take his.New paragraph. His breath caught, everyone was watching, this was the most exciting moment of his life. There was no question about that. He had been waiting for this very even since he was born, and everyone else had been watching him since then. He grabbed her hand, wondering if she realized how sweaty it was, and began to dance with her. It was as if the world had faded away. Nothing mattered now. He had finally done what he was meant to do. And then, without warning, he began to fall. He was falling backwards, but it seemed to be happening so slowly that he could see everything that was going on. He saw her smiling face, and all the others as they watched him fall. They all knew he would eventually. Everyone before him had. New paragraph.As he fell he looked down and saw all the other boys that had danced with her. All of them had fallen too. He looked up at her one lest time, and saw her name. It was immorality, lust, greed, discontentment, and death. He looked down and saw the names of all the other strong boys who had danced with her: Egypt, Greece, Rome, and others. All of the strongest and the smartest. In the corner he saw the next boy getting ready to dance. None of that mattered anymore. He was dying, and he knew it, but even that did not matter. Because he fell with a smile on his face. He had danced with her knowing full well what would hapen, and now as he fell to his death he was overcome with joy, not realizing what fate await him. His name, was America.



Okay. That's all for that.
So. You see how important new paragraphs are? It can really change everything.

Description!

- You hardly describe anything, after the first part. And his sweaty hands.

- You repeatedly use the same words. Like "everyone knew" and "biggest and strongest, and smartest". It would really help if you changed some.

- You should describe the girl more. How was she beautiful???

Overall!

- I'm a bit confused. Are they actual countries, or people representing countries? Because you say "girl" yet the names are all countries. So are you using personification, or am I just helplessly confused? ^_^

- Describe more!

- Start new paragraphs!

- The ending, seemed kind of... Odd. I didn't really understand. So they died? Is this story suppose to symbolism something? :wink:

- Pretty good, a bit short. Could use some fleshing out.

- I would give it a 7/10.



Good job! Just fix up those little things...
Feel free to PM me if you have a question about my review.
~Storm :D





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