jable1066
January 25th, 2017, 10:39 PM
Bort 1
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Date: Unsure
Place: …Unsure
Bort was not a particularly attractive God. At 5 foot 3.5 inches he had neither height, nor looks on his side. However, what Bort lacked in height, he made up for in stature. That is to say, Bort was fat. He tried to keep a positive outlook nonetheless.
It was hard.
One day, not long after coming into existence, Bort came across a small creature; in his eyes, the creature was the only thing that he'd so far come across that could rival his unfortunate appearance. He picked the creature up, granted it immortality and named it Bort*.
*Owing to Bort's lack of vocabulary-an affliction that all newly established God's suffer from-Bort would tend to just repeat his name in times of uncertainty. It was something that…well…something that nobody actually told Bort to do. Bort was a God after all, and he had to learn these things on his own. In the interest of establishing some clarity however, we shall refer to Bort's companion as Peter.
Bort marvelled at his new friend. He wondered what sort of God had created Peter; was it a joke? Peter moved his head, slowly, and stared at Bort. Quick as a flash, Peter whipped out his tongue and caught a different, smaller creature, and quickly swallowed it. Bort felt satisfied with his new acquaintance. He was repulsive!
Bort placed Peter down on a nearby rock and began to ponder about life – it didn’t take him long. As he’d only recently established his existence, lack of vocabulary and limited self awareness prohibited him from asking the pertinent, contemplative questions one might ask upon finding out that they were a God. So, in the absence of thought, Bort slept and had the most peculiar dream.
In his dream, Bort came across many creatures: some like himself (ugly), and some unlike himself (not ugly). They did strange things that Bort could not understand and when he awoke, he felt panicked. Unsure of himself, Bort began to pace up and down the tree line where he'd rested.
"Bort, Bort, Bort-- Bort? Bort!"
Just as he turned, for the 6th time-anticlockwise-before tapping his left hand to his right temple and then continuing to walk back to the first tree he started at to complete the sequence again, he realised that in the commotion, he'd forgotten about his new companion, Peter.
Bort quickly finished his practiced routine of turning, touching and pacing and then hurried off to find him.
He found him on the rock where he’d left him. Bort bent down, in order to get eye level with Peter, and paused. He noticed that something was different; he was not at all how he remembered him. He was no longer the same colour for starters. He also appeared a little…floppy in the wind. Perched on the rock, he reflected the image of a pale, dried and altogether skin-like replica of his former self.
Puzzled, Bort looked around.
He felt a small, sharp sensation pinch at his wide, doughy shoulder - and then a small voice.
"Hello!” said the small voice. “The name's Peter. Don't be alarmed, I just shed my skin. Nothing to worry about, perfectly normal – don’t pay it a second glance. I didn’t get a chance to ask your name?”
There was a gust of wind and a small leaf twirled into Bort’s vision. Transfixed, Bort seemingly forgot about Peter, outstretched his webbed hands and tried, unsuccessfully, to catch it. The leaf fluttered out of view and then he was back. Peter seized his opportunity.
“Hi, I’m Peter--”
“BORT!” interrupted Bort
“Great, nice to meet you Bort! Can you tell m--”
“Bort?” interrupted Bort, for a second time
He was transfixed…again. Focusing back on the rock, he tilted his head; there seemed to be less of Peter than what there was before, he thought.
Peter let out a long sigh and wondered why he never got the God’s with telekinetic powers; apparently they were much quicker to teach.
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So - this is my first attempt at writing. I am aware that I am doing a lot of telling and no showing.
I've written more to this segment, but didn't want to overwhelm. I'm after an honest critique, obviously. I'm not sure whether this is a childrens book, a young adults book, the start of a satire...or a mix of all three.
EDIT:
Taken on board the crit from below.
Decided to back pedal with this and start it with a scene that will have more impact - introducing the antagonist.
Feel free to still critique this on; humour factor, writing style, character idea etc.
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Date: Unsure
Place: …Unsure
Bort was not a particularly attractive God. At 5 foot 3.5 inches he had neither height, nor looks on his side. However, what Bort lacked in height, he made up for in stature. That is to say, Bort was fat. He tried to keep a positive outlook nonetheless.
It was hard.
One day, not long after coming into existence, Bort came across a small creature; in his eyes, the creature was the only thing that he'd so far come across that could rival his unfortunate appearance. He picked the creature up, granted it immortality and named it Bort*.
*Owing to Bort's lack of vocabulary-an affliction that all newly established God's suffer from-Bort would tend to just repeat his name in times of uncertainty. It was something that…well…something that nobody actually told Bort to do. Bort was a God after all, and he had to learn these things on his own. In the interest of establishing some clarity however, we shall refer to Bort's companion as Peter.
Bort marvelled at his new friend. He wondered what sort of God had created Peter; was it a joke? Peter moved his head, slowly, and stared at Bort. Quick as a flash, Peter whipped out his tongue and caught a different, smaller creature, and quickly swallowed it. Bort felt satisfied with his new acquaintance. He was repulsive!
Bort placed Peter down on a nearby rock and began to ponder about life – it didn’t take him long. As he’d only recently established his existence, lack of vocabulary and limited self awareness prohibited him from asking the pertinent, contemplative questions one might ask upon finding out that they were a God. So, in the absence of thought, Bort slept and had the most peculiar dream.
In his dream, Bort came across many creatures: some like himself (ugly), and some unlike himself (not ugly). They did strange things that Bort could not understand and when he awoke, he felt panicked. Unsure of himself, Bort began to pace up and down the tree line where he'd rested.
"Bort, Bort, Bort-- Bort? Bort!"
Just as he turned, for the 6th time-anticlockwise-before tapping his left hand to his right temple and then continuing to walk back to the first tree he started at to complete the sequence again, he realised that in the commotion, he'd forgotten about his new companion, Peter.
Bort quickly finished his practiced routine of turning, touching and pacing and then hurried off to find him.
He found him on the rock where he’d left him. Bort bent down, in order to get eye level with Peter, and paused. He noticed that something was different; he was not at all how he remembered him. He was no longer the same colour for starters. He also appeared a little…floppy in the wind. Perched on the rock, he reflected the image of a pale, dried and altogether skin-like replica of his former self.
Puzzled, Bort looked around.
He felt a small, sharp sensation pinch at his wide, doughy shoulder - and then a small voice.
"Hello!” said the small voice. “The name's Peter. Don't be alarmed, I just shed my skin. Nothing to worry about, perfectly normal – don’t pay it a second glance. I didn’t get a chance to ask your name?”
There was a gust of wind and a small leaf twirled into Bort’s vision. Transfixed, Bort seemingly forgot about Peter, outstretched his webbed hands and tried, unsuccessfully, to catch it. The leaf fluttered out of view and then he was back. Peter seized his opportunity.
“Hi, I’m Peter--”
“BORT!” interrupted Bort
“Great, nice to meet you Bort! Can you tell m--”
“Bort?” interrupted Bort, for a second time
He was transfixed…again. Focusing back on the rock, he tilted his head; there seemed to be less of Peter than what there was before, he thought.
Peter let out a long sigh and wondered why he never got the God’s with telekinetic powers; apparently they were much quicker to teach.
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So - this is my first attempt at writing. I am aware that I am doing a lot of telling and no showing.
I've written more to this segment, but didn't want to overwhelm. I'm after an honest critique, obviously. I'm not sure whether this is a childrens book, a young adults book, the start of a satire...or a mix of all three.
EDIT:
Taken on board the crit from below.
Decided to back pedal with this and start it with a scene that will have more impact - introducing the antagonist.
Feel free to still critique this on; humour factor, writing style, character idea etc.