Vendetta5885
December 15th, 2012, 10:37 PM
WARNING - MATURE LANGUAGE AND CONTENT
I have been working on this piece and want some advice before I continue. Please be as hard as you wish at critiquing, it will only make my work better.
Some of my main concerns aside from grammar is:
-character development or lack thereof
- introduction of character names
- authentic conversation
Thanks,
Colin
The cell door closed behind Jack. His new cellmate, Nate looked up from the bottom bunk.“What are you in for, boss?” he asked looking Jack up and down. “Tax evasion or some shit?” He said with a laugh.
“Yeah, I wish.”Jack replied, paused, and then hung his head. “Three counts of murder in the first degree.”
Nate bolted upright in his bunk. “Whoa, I got it! You’re one of those business stiffs that snaps, then kills his family” He said pointing casually at him and giving him an approving smile, “nice.”
“I’m innocent.”Jack said sincerely.
“Man, you can cut that shit out in here. There’s no judge or jury here; just you and me, amigo,” he said. “I’ve been in a year on accessory to murder and I’m getting’ out on parole next week!”
“I’m telling you the truth.” Jack said, looking Nate in the eye.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Just like I’m only an accessory to murder.” Nate said.
The pair stood there and silently and stared at each other.“You ain’t a snitch are you?” asked Nate as he took a step forward narrowing the gap between them, “because if you are, I will not hesitate to rip your throat out.”
“I’m no snitch, you psychopath.” Jack said sternly. “But kill me if you want, it will save me a lot of boredom and shitty food that’s for sure.”
“You aren’t kidding,” laughed Nate as he loosened his stance before falling back into his bunk. “I think we’ll get along just famously.” Nate put his hands behind his head, shut his eyes and drifted off thinking about 6 nights and a wake-up.
Jack hopped up onto his bunk and laid silently. He couldn’t help but think to himself how Nate, an obvious psychopath who would murder at the drop of a hat could be granted parole. Nate’s words were emblazoned into his mind “Yeah, I’m sure. Just like I’m only an accessory tomurder.” He repeated to himself.
I get two life sentences for a crime I never committed, but this psychopath is going to walkaway a free man. Free to kill again. “Quite the justice system,” he said to himself in a hushed voice as he rolled over in the bunk.
“Hey Jack,” Nate said breaking the silence.
“Yeah?” Jack asked.
“Who did you supposedly kill?” Nate asked.
Jack ignored Nate’s sarcastic attitude.
“My brother, his wife, and my neice.” Jack replied.
“Motive?” Nate asked.
“My brother and I were in business together, I ran one portion and he ran the other. Long story short, he ran his side of the business into the ground and it pulled the entire company down with it. I was in debt, he was in debt, and then my wife left me for some pompous trust fund baby half our age.” Jack started.
“Harsh, so you did it for revenge?” Nate asked.
“I told you, I didn’t do it. I was going over to his house to try to work things out, smooth out the situation, you know? When I got to the house, my brother’s Wade Boggs autographed baseball bat was sitting in the front yard, I recognized it immediately, he had it hanging in our room when we were kids for ages. I picked up the bat, it was wet, it was dark,I thought there was dew on it from resting in the wet grass, I wiped it on my jacket. It turns out it was the murder weapon and now I have the whole families blood on my jacket, my hands, and my prints were all over the bat. I knew something awful must have happened. I ran inside, I got my prints on the door. Easy case, even for a shitty prosecutor.” Jack said as he wiped a tear from his eye.“The girl was only four years old, her name was Madison, a beautiful child.”
“Wow, that’s quite the story. A baseball bat? I would have used a knife. Much more efficient. But maybe the bat is your thing.” Nate said with his sarcastic voice.
“Just because youre a cold heartless murderer doesn’t mean than I am.” Jack replied. “And I am not a murderer, even if you want me to be.”
I have been working on this piece and want some advice before I continue. Please be as hard as you wish at critiquing, it will only make my work better.
Some of my main concerns aside from grammar is:
-character development or lack thereof
- introduction of character names
- authentic conversation
Thanks,
Colin
The cell door closed behind Jack. His new cellmate, Nate looked up from the bottom bunk.“What are you in for, boss?” he asked looking Jack up and down. “Tax evasion or some shit?” He said with a laugh.
“Yeah, I wish.”Jack replied, paused, and then hung his head. “Three counts of murder in the first degree.”
Nate bolted upright in his bunk. “Whoa, I got it! You’re one of those business stiffs that snaps, then kills his family” He said pointing casually at him and giving him an approving smile, “nice.”
“I’m innocent.”Jack said sincerely.
“Man, you can cut that shit out in here. There’s no judge or jury here; just you and me, amigo,” he said. “I’ve been in a year on accessory to murder and I’m getting’ out on parole next week!”
“I’m telling you the truth.” Jack said, looking Nate in the eye.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Just like I’m only an accessory to murder.” Nate said.
The pair stood there and silently and stared at each other.“You ain’t a snitch are you?” asked Nate as he took a step forward narrowing the gap between them, “because if you are, I will not hesitate to rip your throat out.”
“I’m no snitch, you psychopath.” Jack said sternly. “But kill me if you want, it will save me a lot of boredom and shitty food that’s for sure.”
“You aren’t kidding,” laughed Nate as he loosened his stance before falling back into his bunk. “I think we’ll get along just famously.” Nate put his hands behind his head, shut his eyes and drifted off thinking about 6 nights and a wake-up.
Jack hopped up onto his bunk and laid silently. He couldn’t help but think to himself how Nate, an obvious psychopath who would murder at the drop of a hat could be granted parole. Nate’s words were emblazoned into his mind “Yeah, I’m sure. Just like I’m only an accessory tomurder.” He repeated to himself.
I get two life sentences for a crime I never committed, but this psychopath is going to walkaway a free man. Free to kill again. “Quite the justice system,” he said to himself in a hushed voice as he rolled over in the bunk.
“Hey Jack,” Nate said breaking the silence.
“Yeah?” Jack asked.
“Who did you supposedly kill?” Nate asked.
Jack ignored Nate’s sarcastic attitude.
“My brother, his wife, and my neice.” Jack replied.
“Motive?” Nate asked.
“My brother and I were in business together, I ran one portion and he ran the other. Long story short, he ran his side of the business into the ground and it pulled the entire company down with it. I was in debt, he was in debt, and then my wife left me for some pompous trust fund baby half our age.” Jack started.
“Harsh, so you did it for revenge?” Nate asked.
“I told you, I didn’t do it. I was going over to his house to try to work things out, smooth out the situation, you know? When I got to the house, my brother’s Wade Boggs autographed baseball bat was sitting in the front yard, I recognized it immediately, he had it hanging in our room when we were kids for ages. I picked up the bat, it was wet, it was dark,I thought there was dew on it from resting in the wet grass, I wiped it on my jacket. It turns out it was the murder weapon and now I have the whole families blood on my jacket, my hands, and my prints were all over the bat. I knew something awful must have happened. I ran inside, I got my prints on the door. Easy case, even for a shitty prosecutor.” Jack said as he wiped a tear from his eye.“The girl was only four years old, her name was Madison, a beautiful child.”
“Wow, that’s quite the story. A baseball bat? I would have used a knife. Much more efficient. But maybe the bat is your thing.” Nate said with his sarcastic voice.
“Just because youre a cold heartless murderer doesn’t mean than I am.” Jack replied. “And I am not a murderer, even if you want me to be.”