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Snakeyes - Part One David Con
Taslow sat cross legged in a lotus position across from the mutant cobra. His eyes were fixed on the snake's eyes; not in fear, but in concentration. Meditation. He knew if he didn't stare the beast down before the battle even began, it would have an immediate advantage over him; the beast's eyes, despite the fact mutated from 200 years of Goverment-funded- DNA -cross-breeding, were still hypnotizing,almost mesmerizing. If you you stared into them too long.. ...well...it could mean Talow's instant death.
It was all just a game a game, yes, BUT, still a game which held a very high price to win. Death. Taslow had been doing this for years, was marked with many battle scars, but, as always, he didn't intend to end up on the short end of the stick. He was tall; at least six foot four, 256 pounds. Muscular from years of battle with numerous, mutant, inbred abominations that had damn near killed him, but hadn't yet. He was one tough sonofabitch. The snake, almost twenty feet long and weighing in at around 100 pounds, had eyes the size of eggs, an eerie emerald green, and also held in them years of experience in killing. It's fangs, saber-like, held the jaw pressure of a tiger, and were razor sharp. Death-incarnate.
As Taslow sat wired, ready to kill, his senses acute, smelling the huge snake's foul, hot breath, the ring announcer bellowed the opening statements; ''Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the show! Tonight, we have a very welcome and anticipated return act! In the right side of the ring, we have Taslow Armand! The warrior of the wasteland! The master of fuckin disaster! He could eat lead and shit bullets! The crowd cheered, spat, drank alien hooch, and then calmed down. ''And on the left side of the ring, we have King Willie, the king of cobras, the king of bite, the king of fright! He has teeth like a shark, the hypnotizing eyes of a jezebel, and will make you wish you'd never been born! Are we ready for the show?'' The crowd cheered in anticipation.
''Well then! Lets get on with it!!'' As the snake coiled it's body into and S shape, ready to strike, Taslow's head lunged forward, his filed teeth aiming for the snake's throat. The battle had begun.
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"Very intriguing...I'm going for part two now" -- km.
"without a doubt in my mind who the real author is of this piece. Taslow = Death-incarnate = Doc" -- D. G. Williford.
"it truly is, Doc! Man, I've missed this stuff!" -- e. rocco caldwell.
"Well, Doc, or David, whichever you prefer, I have not previously read any of your work, but I decided to read it now because of the uproar on the Advisor board. What follows is my honest, unbiased opinion. He knew if he didn't stare the beast down before the battle even began, it would have an immediate advantage over him. If you you stared into them too long.. ...well...it could mean Talow's instant death. You’re contradicting yourself. In my opinion, staring down a beast will take a while. It was all just a game a game, yes, BUT, still a game which held a very high price to win. I don’t understand why you wrote ‘but’ in capital letters. There are better ways of emphasizing words. This way, the word pulled me out of the story. but, as always, he didn't intend to end up on the short end of the stick. ‘Short end of the stick’ is cliched. Use something more original. It's fangs, saber-like, No comma here. Never for possessive it. the ring announcer bellowed the opening statements; ''Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the show! Tonight, we have a very welcome and anticipated return act! In the right side of the ring, we have Taslow Armand! The warrior of the wasteland! The master of fuckin disaster! He could eat lead and shit bullets! Firstly, a semi-colon preceded the dialogue. Over here in the UK we use either a comma or a colon. Never semi-colon. But that doesn’t mean you don’t use semi-colons over there. Too many exclamation marks. Elmore Leonard said that you should aim for two exclamation marks per hundred thousand words. Now, of course that’s a blanket statement intended for novel, and can’t work for everything. But in this case, I think you’ve gone for the easy option. Plus you’ve already used ‘bellowed’, which I think says enough. ''Well then! Lets get on with it!!'' One exclamation mark is forgiveable. Two are not. As the snake coiled it's body into and S shape, It should read ‘an S-shape’. You’ve again used ‘it’s’ instead of ‘its’. Either you are using Spellcheck and not re-reading, or you unaware of the punctuation rule. Either way, spelling errors and typos are insulting to the reader. Why? Because by reading your story, they are giving you their undivided attention (well, most of the time, at least). You not going through your story and finding all the typos means you couldn’t care less. That is lazy writing. Taslow's head lunged forward. Why only head? Without the rest of his body following, his head couldn’t lunge further than a few inches. I think Taslow lunged would be a better choice. " -- Brandyn , London.
"This is writing? This is the kind of product you master critics, E.Rocco, D.G.,km, and many others I'm sure, consider worthy of recognition, admiration and praise? A smattering of fantasia, a regurgitation of animated televison anti-hero serials,narration and dialogue on par with comic book writers - Sorry Virginia, there is no Santa Claus - just the work of an insecure, copycat, charletan, who masquerades as a prolific and creative teller of tales. But on this site........ as in the land of the blind - the one-eyed man is king. That sums up nicely my father's sentiments about most of the writers who post on Storymania. " -- Emil Sorrell, (Lester's son).
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