Hi, not sure if my blog got posted up. Not sure if it's a browser problem or internet traffic jam.
Hi, not sure if my blog got posted up. Not sure if it's a browser problem or internet traffic jam.
Thank you for critiquing. There will probably be some more profile studies of various OC in the coming weeks. I’m also trying to work this story into a graphic novel form.
Thank you William See for the informative link.
I have an upcoming story that seem to be riddled with these things. Should I just go ahead and post it anyway?
I'm working on a sequel story. Part one already up. Feel free to narrate.
https://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/The_Sealed_Garden
How do I fix my story title in Index so it will have the Unreviewed notice on it?
[[Forum:3rd Draft of The Sealed Garden--Pt. 1]]
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Yes, please do, William See. Whenever you find it convenient to do a review. There's more going to be added to this story later.
What happens if a story doesn't receive any reviews for a while, do you still have to wait until it gets reviewed before you could submit it to the main wiki or can you go ahead and upload it?
Oh, okay. My story's long, but not as long as the roughly 100k kilobyte one you just mentioned. It's in three parts, the first one's already up>
https://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/Forum:3rd_Draft_of_The_Sealed_Garden--Pt._1?t=20201113031558
Hi, I was wondering if I uploaded this story draft correctly? I'm still getting used to the new design format, and maybe I deleted some edit file link when I uploaded because I don't see a comment section.
[[Forum:3rd Draft of The Sealed Garden--Pt. 1]]
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BloodySpghetti wrote: Yep, you can remove them
Okay, I'm reworking the first part right now where not only the cats start acting weird, but the rats too. I'm not sure if I'll add the part where the main character finds a dead rat king behind her bookshelf.
BloodySpghetti wrote: Focus more on the encounter, make it darker, even if it's just something non threatening in reality. Just exaggerate the "scariness" of the whole situation in a way that doesn't come off as all over the place and more comedic than scary or at least "darkly" gripping. Make sure you make the thing in the garden seem like the scariest thing, elaborate on the emotions of fear and dread. Have the cat be irate and distressed, even in an unrelated manner. Cat got pissed at something and is acting like all hell broke loose, have the protagonist correlate the two occurances and drive themselves deeper into their self induced panic. Etc. You can always tie in folk tale elements (ghosts, spirits, demons, whatever).
As for other issues, there's a stylistic thing where you over-did the feline "lines" and the stylization of the ellipsis which is mildy annoying. (. . .) ugh.
Cut out the filler stuff, ei, reduce the random talks with the cat about things. The notion is, if it doesn't serve any purpose in the plot - it should be omitted.
Okay, should the mention of the two other characters in the beginning be eliminated altogether?
BloodySpghetti wrote: The biggest issue with this is that there's nothing horror related in this. It's just a little fantasy-ish story. There are some other issues too, but obviously since this isn't even the right genre to be on this site. I don't see a reason to continue.
Okay, well, is there any way of improving the horror quality and making it more fitting for this site's genre. Also are other issues you refer to grammar-related, and could you please explain how I should improve those?
From the journal of Kes Allyntahl Harnam, Brittany, Waldachia Province 27th of Sept. 2017
Ch. 1–Spring
Sometimes I wonder if both Izora and Carrol had something to do with it... all that negative karmic energy generating between them somehow gave that entity strength, just enough to allow it to escape the confines of the garden and perhaps, the grave.
Or maybe some small portion of that creature had always been free, roaming secretly in the dark hidden places, until the right kind of individual came along providing it with a tether.
Sometimes I wonder what the wandering portion of it did in the wilds of Brittany. Did it live life as a predator, hungrily searching out victims, much like that of a vampire or did it aimlessly wander like a revenant, only pausing in spots it was most familiar with in life.
The wildlife would have noticed it though, and would have avoided it just as they have avoided the grounds and back gardens.
I knew the cats have seen something, my cat Miss Tabitha especially. During my prior stay at the Rue Des Jardins Lodge, I didn’t notice anything amiss.
There were the usual nightly noises–passing cars and occasional pedestrians, and the nightly wandering of the cats. To the best of my knowledge, they acted like typical cats– barreling down the hallways and stairs, batting things off the shelves and tables, random yowls in the middle of the night.
Six months later, I moved back into the boarding house after I experiencing some really weird stuff at the Lum House rental (it burned down by the way).
It was at the beginning of March that I first took notice. For the past week and a half, I had been waking up between the hours of 3 and 3:20 A. M. 3:10 on the dot, and then I was up. No sudden feeling of dread or old hag syndrome/sleep paralysis that a lot of people talk about. Just 3:10 A. M. On the dot, and then I was up. Normally, this wouldn’t to be a problem. I get up, go use the loo, crawl back under the covers and as I hit REM sleep, Miss Tabitha used me as a pillow. Would have simply dismissed the whole thing as stress-related if it hadn’t been for the cat. Except this time, at exactly 3:10 A. M., I was jolted awake by the sound of hissing. Groggily, I sit up as the cat released yet another seething teakettle hiss.
“Hey,” I groaned as I rubbed my head. “Hey Tabes, what’s the matter? What’s going on?”
Then as I shuffled out of bed and onto my feet, this sudden image came to me.
“What . . . the . . . what?”
Confused, I halted in mid-step as an iridescent shape briefly spiraled into being before fading into nothingness. “What is that? A snail shell? Why would I suddenly have a vision like that? Where in the world . . . ? Am I still . . . dreaming?”
A low throaty growl from the window seat snapped me back to attention.
“All right, all right, Miss Puss,” I muttered, rubbing away the sleep haze and grit. “We’ll have a look.”
Yawning, I shuffled over to the window overlooking the Southeast garden. “Probably just a fox or a stray dog visiting.”
Leaving forward, I took in the overgrown splendor of the garden bordered by unkempt rose bushes and topiary.
Moonlight filled the place, lighting up every blade of unclipped grass and untamed privet bushes. Nothing moved; just us, the silvery-lit moths outside, the breeze disturbed the verdant stillness of the place.
Frowning, I wondered why the Jardins (normally tidy and well-organized people) would leave this particular corner so wild and neglected. Funny too how it was always kept shut tight and securely locked.
Just I was about to turn away and dismiss the whole thing as yet another feline overreaction, I noticed it.
“Huh?” I pressed my forehead against the cold glass, trying to make out a distant vague silhouette in the middle of a grassy clearing. A brown triangular ear crowded my vision followed by Miss Tabitha’s striped head. Together, we watched as the form gradually grew more defined in the more radiant moonlight.
“Who’s that?” I exclaimed as a drawn, pale face appeared topped by wavy blonde hair.
The tabby didn’t answer, just made the feline equivalent of a shrug.
“An elf by the looks of him,” I mused. “Definitely not from the boarding house, that’s for sure. Wonder what’s he doing out there, all pinning and drooping like a Gothic Romance character? Very funny.”
“MRRooooWWW,” was the reply.
I nodded. “Yeah, I agree. Something really funny’s going on here.”
I clutched my arms as unexpected coldness permeated the air, reminding me of a sudden draft from an open freezer, at that instant, dark clouds suddenly obscured the moon and stars from sight. The garden was soon shrouded in darkness. Wisps of thin gray mist rose from the spot where the man had been seated as well as faint glowing lights reminiscent of fireflies.
We stared spellbound as the flurry of orbs drifted slowly upward, flashing like heat lightning across the velvety blackness. Then the moon came out, flooding the garden with silvery light.
The garden was still and empty as before.
“What the . . . ?” I said confusedly. “Hey, where’d he go?”
A few minutes passed in silence as I scanned the garden. Still, nothing.
That was weird, I thought, closing the curtains. Could he have gone through the hedge?
Peering out between the curtains again, I waited and watched. Of course, there was nothing, not even a single leaf stirring.
Must have, I decided as I returned the bed. Anyway, it’s too late now to be playing Nancy Drew. I’ll search tomorrow.
Miss Tabitha was already curled near my pillow no doubt, dreaming of mice and savory meat entrée. I, on the other hand, tried to dream of scenic landscapes, but instead dreamed about an orange-yellow orb whizzing around the boarding house. As it flew, trying to gain entry, the cat horde followed, peering from one closed window to the next. Once or twice, an orange glow lit up the curtains of my bedroom window. I had to be dreaming, because there was absolutely no way that this was actually happening in real time.
After several more minutes of furious but futile attempts to get in, it finally took off in the direction of the nearby woods and the distant churchyard that lay beyond it.
Jdeschene wrote: I haven't read the other comments because I wanted my review to be as unbiased as possible. If it bears any resemblence, then I'm sure that will be helpful.
A couple areas for improvement jump out at me. The first is the need for a more clearly established setting. For the majority of the story, it is completely unclear where we are in space and time. It's also disorienting for new characters to show up every couple of dialogue lines. Establish where we are, when we are, and who is present as early as possible will clear most of this up.
The second thing is an inconsistency in tone. Much of your story has a very old, vintage feeling to it. Then, you come out with words like "nerdy" that feel very anachronistic. I'm not saying you could never mix these two things, but it would need to be done more deliberately and carefully.
There are some grammatical errors, but these are the types of things that can be found and fixed with proofreading, so I won't harp on them.
Overall, I enjoyed this little dive into whatever lore this is. Nice work coming up with all of these cool ideas and characters.
Thank you for your review Jdeschene. I'm midway through Pt. 1 and Pt. 2 is going to get a second edit. They'll probably be uploaded by next week.