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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.

Finally was his turn. 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 happen, and now as he fell to his death he was overcome with joy, not realizing what fate await him. His name, was America.

As mentioned in the topic description this is a work in progress. It's just the basic idea, and it's also a bit lengthier than I would like it. Any criticism would be appreciated. And I can always use help with grammar. I'm specifically looking for some suggestions with wording, and I feel like I need to give some more descriptions of the environment after sentence 3. Thank you if anyone was willing to bare through all of this.


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

Hi! I'm Knight Hardy here on a mission to ensure that all works on YWS has at least two reviews. You will probably never see this but....Imma do this anyway.

First Impression: Well this is certainly a very interesting concept that you have here. Its a little off in some areas, perhaps because of the two giant paragraphs that make this a little clunky in terms of overall flow but the general idea that you are trying to convey here is sound and I definitely love the premise of this whole thing.

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.


Okay well that was not the worst way to open something. It was definitely pretty interesting and would certainly grab one's attention but the problem here is that it sounds a little jumbled. The thoughts of this protagonist don't appear to be aligned as well as it should be and it seems to be going in a couple of opposing directions that make the whole idea seem a little clunky. I would first of all make this paragraph smaller and then try to show only one specific train of thought rather than the several here that are making it a little jumbled.

Finally was his turn. 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 happen, and now as he fell to his death he was overcome with joy, not realizing what fate await him. His name, was America.


Well now that one might hit a little closer to the mark than you might think in this day and age. I'm no expert on the history of these countries but you're not too far off with pointing out a common denominator between the demise of some of those ancient civilizations, that's for sure. Its a pretty interesting style that you've chosen to bring these points across. I don't think I've ever seen this particular analogy being used to depict this and I think its a really nice and fresh take on things that is also pretty darn effective.

Aaaaand that's it for this one.

Overall: Overall I would definitely love to see more of this work in progress. I didn't see the need for any more description, if anything I would prefer for this to be condensed a little and the description ironed out a little to help the overall flow a bit. Anyways that is about all I have to say at the moment.

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

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Sat Apr 18, 2009 1:03 am
lord_farquad says...



This is a post from Storm_Bringer that was posted in an evil ghost thread (in other words I don't know why/how it got there). Hopefully he doesn't mind me copying his post.

Storm_Bringer:

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?


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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. and 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.
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Fri Apr 17, 2009 5:36 pm
lord_farquad says...



I agree on the immaturish nature of the section you quoted. It even felt that way as I wrote it. I've been contemplating alternative methods of getting that point across, and suggestions?

Unfortunately repetitions is something I'm always full of in my initial drafts. :( So, yes, I will do my best to iron those out as I go on.

Thank you for your reply. :)




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Hey lord_farquad,
I don't have much time on my hands currently,
So I'll just briefly review this.

Nitpicks:

He was the strongest and the smartest, and everyone knew that too.

I can understand why you use this,
But it sounds so immature, though that's just my opinion.
It makes it sound so...silly and childish.

All of the strongest and the smartest

Avoid repetitions, and again, a childish tone.
You used 'strong' a lot. Vary your words with synonyms ;)

Acutally, I've spotted other mistakes but I'm short of time.
I'll leave the others to point it out, sorry ):

Overall:
I like the plot. Very, very interesting idea.
Representing the countries in such a way.
I'd be curious to see how this develops,
So on the whole, nice job! :D

~Have a great day!
Meep(:





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