Talk:Train Stops in the Middle of Nowhere/@comment-24040907-20150216231400

And another hit from M.M. Pratt! I really like this one. You stretched the topic out into a new direction, and cleverly mixed other plot elements in with the one you were assigned. I always enjoy taking trips into the fantasy world you create. In this story, as with the others I’ve read, the descriptive work is superb. And I mean ‘‘superb’’!



The antique shop reminds me of a terrifying exhibition I visited when I was a child. It was this strange sort of museum, an architectural funhouse, that was designed in such a way to constantly make you feel the vertigo and anxiousness that comes with getting lost in such a place. I would definitely not shop in a place that can, at any time, bore its way to “the center of the earth”.



The dialogue is smooth and, thanks to your descriptive work, the characters are easy to imagine in your mind. Jules Gurkle sort of reminded me of Lovecraft. I especially liked the janitors. They must be like these little globs of glue that just slop around, collecting trash by sticking it to themselves, right? That’s cool, I wish I had one!



So, in the end, did Henderson make up the entire story when he realized that Tullugaq would only buy something if there was a mystery attached to it? It would be hilarious if he just made it all up on the fly then, when she’d left, go “Whoop!” and fly away in a flock of birds. That’s the ultimate “nothing more to do here!” moment!



Although, if he was telling the truth, then he just sold her a cursed item which she paid for willingly, so I suppose that’d also be call for a “Whoop”.



Anyway, excellent work, I really enjoyed this one! Best of luck in the final round!