Bennett Nelson (50,926)
Alice Reid (19,193)
Bennett Nelson Two (2,133)

"Thank you for your submission to Pixiefoot Press. We loved your story but I felt it needed a little more description and feeling from Bennett. It has a good fantasy feel that we believe is just right for the 12+ market and if you were to edit it and resubmit we'd be very eager to read it again.From reading the first three chapters, your pacing of events and characters are spot on and the only thing that needs brushing up is the overall narration. This sounds like something massive, but it needn't be at all. There is a lot of passive action; 'telling' instead of 'showing' and if you were to really get inside Bennett's head and let us see and feel what he does, it could bring the story to life.Please remember that this is just one opinion and another publisher might snap your book up right away. Also, if you rework your book and find that our doors to submissions has shut, please send your work to us anyway as it does have much potential."
Bennett stared out the window, hoping to find something interesting on the side of the road. Anything to relieve his boredom.
“Make sure you behave for your father,” his mother said after a long silence. “And remember to brush your hair and teeth.”
“Yeah, I know,” he mumbled back. Bennett spotted a chicken on the side of the road. For a second he thought it would try to cross in front of their car, but it didn’t. Bennett’s mother snapped and he looked away from the window.
“Are you listening?”
“Yes,” he said and then looked back out the glass; the chicken was gone. Now he’ll never know the age old question of why the chicken crossed the road.
“Your father will meet you when you get off the boat so look out for him and don’t stray too far from the dock.”
“I know,” he said, rolling his eyes. This is only my third trip, he thought, and it’s always the same. His mom would take him to the dock and make a big deal about her little baby going away without her. Then she would finally let him leave after a two minute ‘death hold’ hug.
The two hour ride seemed a little longer this time without the radio. It had been broken for about a month. Bennett twiddled his thumbs and stared out the window, trying to pass the time.
Instead of saying flat out that the trip was boring, I showed Bennett being bored.
So it's little things like showing and not telling that make the book come alive. When I write, I just write without over thinking it. Then I come back later and edit, move stuff around, rephrase, all that fun stuff.
Now I've got to get back to work.
That's all for now,
A. J. Spindle
I can't decide which way to write this book. I need your opinion. Which of these two samples sounds better?
People are standing all around me. Mr. and Mrs. Cole, Mr. Stark, Jackson, Dad, a few friends, but not Dan.
“Where’s Dan?” I ask. “Where’d he go?”
They all look at me but don’t say a word.
“Where is he? He was just here!” I don’t have the patience for silence. I want Dan. I want to know where he went.
“No, Al. He wasn’t. Dan’s...” Jackson looks at me strangely.
“Dan’s what?”
“Dan died. Remember? We went to his funeral earlier today,” he says.
“No, he didn’t really die! He was here! I saw him!”
Mrs. Cole breaks down into tears and then I remember. The funeral. The pew. The bike. The accident.
It feels like my lungs have collapsed and I can’t breathe. It’s like losing him all over again.
Or this one...
People were standing all around me. Mr. and Mrs. Cole, Mr. Stark, Jackson, Dad, a few friends, but not Dan.
“Where’s Dan?” I asked. “Where’d he go?”
They all looked at me but didn’t say a word.
“Where is he? He was just here!” I didn’t have the patience for silence. I wanted Dan. I wanted to know where he went.
“No, Al. He wasn’t. Dan’s...” Jackson looked at me strangely.
“Dan’s what?”
“Dan died. Remember? We went to his funeral earlier today,” he said.
“No, he didn’t really die! He was here! I saw him!”
Mrs. Cole broke out into tears and then I remembered. The funeral. The pew. The bike. The accident.
It felt like my lungs collapsed and I couldn’t breathe. It was like losing him all over again.
Liam closed his eyes, plucking at the strings. His face twist into a look of pure concentration, like he forgot I was even in the room and it was just him and the music. Then he opened his mouth to sing. Notes fluctuated in the air and swelled around the room, filling every corner with the sweet sound.
“You are my love
My heart belongs to thee
Death shall not part us
Our bond will always be
Call on me, I’ll be there
I promise to never leave
You know this, I swear"
Thoughts??
To celebrate reaching 50k words, I've uploaded another snippet for you. This is from the beginning of the book.
“I really have to be going now. My friends are waiting for me out in the front,” I don’t know why I didn’t trust her, something about her was unnerving. Was she the Moldovia? She was beautiful like Nicholai. What were my chances of screaming? Could he hear me if I tried. Of course he could, he has vamp hearing.
“Come with me,” she said more stern, she knew I was on to her. A weapon… I needed a weapon. What could be used as a weapon in a bathroom? The only thing close to me was a roll of toilet paper. It’s not like I could wrap her up in it like a mummy and expect that to hold her. No, I needed to think. Adrenaline was swiftly escaping into my veins and she saw the panicky look on my face.
“Are you going to come quietly?” A wicked smile surfaced on her face. I had to scream, Nicholai wouldn’t let them take me, not without a fight. I drew in a long quick breath, readying myself for the shriek, but the woman guessed my next move and stopped me. She wrapped herself around me covering my mouth with her hand. I tried to scream but it was muffled.
“Oh, we don’t need your little boyfriend to interrupt us. See, if your dead than he doesn’t have to keep watching over you. We’re doing him a favor,” she chuckled. I panicked. I struggled to get free but she was so physically powerful that I couldn’t. I opened my mouth under her hand and grabbed what small amount of flesh I could between my teeth. I bit down as hard as I could until I tasted blood. She shrieked in pain.
“Why you little maggot!” She released me, just the reaction I was hoping for. I took this opportunity to burst through the exit out into the store. Nicholai was standing with Chloe at the counter, paying for their goodies.
“Help!” I cried, throwing my hands in the air. I was running full speed toward Nicholai. He grabbed Chloe and thrust her behind his body for protection. I was almost to him when the woman grabbed my left arm.
“Let her go, Mandy,” he roared. His fiery eyes revealed his hatred. He looked very cold and enraged. He looked Malicious.
“Now why would I do that?” she sang, smiling viciously. It happened so fast the memory is just a blur to me. Nicholai had lunged at her throat. She jumped back just in time, releasing me. Mandy held out her hands like lethal claws and began slashing about the room missing Nicholai by inches every time. A big man walked in and sat staring at us. I tried to warn him with my eyes, tried to tell him to get out of here. Then he walked over and stood by Chloe and grabbed her arm, he was one of them. At this point I wasn’t thinking. My adrenaline was fueling my actions.
I dashed across the small open space to the man and kicked him in the shin. He let go of Chloe and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me out the door. I looked at Chloe, her face full of tears and horror. Then I saw Nicholai behind her, crumpled on the floor, his right shoulder bleeding freely. This was it, I thought. There taking me away to kill me. The large man took me outside and threw me into a windowless van tying my hands together behind my back.
Here's a random snippet of my third WIP because I'm bored. It's only got around 10k words so far.
Comments are welcome :)
I blocked out the sound of the preacher and the quiet sniffles from the crowd that had come to say goodbye. I focused on the carpet under my feet; blue, green and black lines, a pattern, twisting and turning around the room. Each strand holding up its partner, keeping every string in its place the way a partner should. It was as if the carpet mocked me. A voice whispered sweetly into my ear. You failed. You failed. You failed.
The voice was right.
A hot anger boiled in my stomach until it burst without warning, spreading over my chest, down my arms and legs. I found myself standing. I was angry with Dan for dying, angry with myself for not telling him to stay at the Academy, angry with the people crowding this room, pretending they knew him half as well as I did. I lashed out on the pew in front of me, kicking it and startling a bald man seated there. He jumped up and spun around. All eyes in the church flickered toward me.
Two large, heavy, hands grabbed my shoulders. I realized what I had done--made a fool of myself and disrespected the person who mattered most. Dan. In my embarrassment, I pushed past Mr. Stark, who had stood to restrain me, and ran for the exit doors. Tears ran like bullets from my eyes blurring the room. I heard my name being called from somewhere behind me, the voice unmistakable. My brother Jackson was running after me.
“Alice, wait!” he yelled, but I didn’t stop running. I couldn’t. I was on autopilot.
Dear Family,September 11, 2001I am about to go to work but I had to say something. I have been thinking what if something ever happens to me. I would miss you terribly. Please don't cry and be sad about me dying. I will be in a wonderful place. I will always be with you no matter where you are. I am going to be late to work so I have to go now bye.
I love you all so much, Daddy