I've decided this, I will REMAKE the lost chapters of my book.
I've decideed there shall be 5 of them, it should take a year for me to do the first one.
Anyway, updates every saturday, first chapter will be edited to death and then posted bout 6PM
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I've decided this, I will REMAKE the lost chapters of my book.
I've decideed there shall be 5 of them, it should take a year for me to do the first one.
Anyway, updates every saturday, first chapter will be edited to death and then posted bout 6PM
Im looking forward to it :D
I have a big list of the updates
30th June - Enter The Alphabet Chapter 1 - 4:30pm, Chapter 2 - 5:40pm, Chapter 3 - 6:30pm, Chapter 4 - 7:40pm, Chapter 5 8:30pm
I must get a move on....
7th July - Enter The Alphabet Chapter 6 1:30pm
(The last ones will take a very very very very very long time)
14th July - Enter The Alphabet Chapter 7 - 1:30pm, Chapter 8 - 2:40pm, Chapter 9 - 3:30pm, Chapter 10 4:40pm.
21st July - Enter The Alphabet Chapter 11 (FINAL FOR BOOK) 8:50pm
I'll have to start on the second one all August and then be released through September
AH KNICKERS TO IT
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Chapter One – Mind Your Step
He awoke from the severe pistol whipping and syringe injections. Blood was dripping from his nose and the back of his head. He could not remember much except basic living skills and strangely the alphabet. The rope that had tied him to the chair was abnormally broken with a blade swish. Blood lay over the place like a lake with an annoying flickering light blub above his head.
He got up out of his chair and looked into a broken shard of glass. He saw his reflection, a skinny man with blood everywhere on him. He was only wearing briefs but he felt like he was wearing more, maybe the feelings he was starting to have wear causing mental weight. But without hesitation he ran outside of the blue door to see a hallway with more flickering lights but the same sea of blood littered the place like a rubbish tip.
He ran down to the end of the hall to find a fire exit. But written in small print on the first exit plate was ‘4514’. His mind suddenly buzzed with pain, which flew down his spin like lightening. He fell on the floor in agony and pain. But he managed to regain normality and stand up properly. He walked down the stairs and out of two huge metal doors. It was pouring down rain outside as much as a blizzard; he looked around to see he was in a car park full with blood on each car. He walked over to a red Falt XDF.
On the licence plate it said ‘4514 R3D’ and he found the keys had being left in ignition. After a few punches to the car window, it smashed. After letting himself in he found himself a red tuxedo and tie and a very thick letter. After putting the red tuxedo on his cold shrivelling body and cleaning himself up with a bottle of water inside the car, He then opened up the glove box and immediately a intricate knife and rifle poured out onto the passenger seat.
He looked down at the knife; it had fins pointing out of its spine and a curved cone hole near the fins. It also had a blood red handle attached. The rifle meanwhile was actually an AK-47 which he seemed to know from the top of his head. But this AK-47 was built from a ruby diamond and came with full ammo but the bullet caskets were also blood red. He felt afraid, who owned this thing and why had he automatically broken in?
He found a case in the back of the car to disguise the rifle and knife. He laid the case onto the passenger seat and then looked at the envelope. It was extremely thick, he found another plain kitchen knife concealed in the tuxedo’s right inside pocket. After cutting it open, after a quick analysis of the contents – a cheque for £900, a disc and finally a long letter which was legible. Searching the almost forbidden parts of his mind, he found the skill of reading and writing and awoke them. He felt fluids rushing from his head and around his body then he looked at the letter again.
Dear Ruby
We’ve almost got all of the ingredients for ‘B.L.A.C.K Gas’ we only need one more, on the disc included in the envelope you will find the final ‘recipe’ for the gas. We only need about five-hundred bottles of blood sample 82. We recently came hold of your medical records and we were astounded but we also came to the possession of your job records. We have punished you in the worst way possible – amnesia, since you will not remember your job, we are now safe from one of our biggest threats since ‘H.U.N.T’ if you do find out about your real job we will destroy you.
We’ve put a tracker inside you and tested the gas on you as well as your amnesia. Your amnesia has now deleted all information on our organisation and a few other things a.k.a your name, location, relationships, hobbies, childhood memories, religion and every single skill excluding quite a few common ones, eg. driving, cooking etc.. We still have a nano worry that The N will find you but you and I do not need to worry, we have also found that your condition added to B.L.A.C.K Gas will make all of your attempts to remember painful and some may cause a coma. For instance you are proberly having throbbing pain right now due to the memories of The N and H.U.N.T.
But do not fear – Get me five-hundred samples of a HIVD/B blood and we may offer you a promotion.
Enjoy the gifts.
Sincerely Pink(3rd in command)
He now felt quite scared. Who was this ‘Pink’ but after another read he felt a veins throbbing out of his head, sweat pouring down his forehead like rain and shocks of pain shaking his body wildly. But after a couple of minutes of screaming he remembered how to drive, he placed his two hands on the steering wheel and turned the key into the ignition. An engine
Purr followed, he placed the gear stick in reverse and released the hand brake, he backed the car up and at the same time did a 90 degree turn to face the entrance – a stone archway.
He drove on to a highway and looked in the windscreen mirror to see inscribed by rock and chisel ‘North Wales Mental Asylum’ his brain thundered with pain again but this time he felt the location extracting into the now empty part of his mind. After that he found memories of being knocked out, pistol whipped and syringes full of black gas being injected into him as fast as rain. He also found a memory of being stripped of his clothes and weapons and now after another quick analysis of the letter he found his codename to be Ruby.
He finally found a memory of discovering a fact file on ‘The Rainbow’ and ‘The Applause’. He then knew that he must be part of ‘The Rainbow’ because of his name. Ruby then remembered colours and a rush of more memories came back. While his mind buzzed he seemed to know where to drive to. A small flat on the edge of North Wales – Bardtport: from road signs, it was approximately ninety-five miles away.
He was at the minute in South Wales after five hours of driving he then looked up at the sky and remembered night. Stars also shined in the sky like millions of light bulbs. Ruby then remembered things about the universe, night and day. From time to time he felt tired but he kept his eyes on the road without failure, he found a driving licence in the tuxedo’s inside right pocket which implied he had 0 points but he did not dare look at the main information (Name, Age, Gender) He also found more notes in the same pocket – they all said was the getaway driver for The Rainbow.
He eventually came into the town of Bardtport and saw it was a seaside town, filled with dazzling arcades and dull flats. Ruby drove into a flat complex and parked in a parking lot which was just below his flat. He found keys inside his left pocket. Ruby grabbed hold of the suitcase and tucked the car keys into his inside left pocket. He then found superglue in his outside left pocket. He also found red gloves in the same pocket.
“Oh god, this is gonna be a long night” he groaned to himself. He noted his low pitched, groggy and commanding voice. He repaired the car window in five minutes. But after the repair was done he put the gloves and glue away and grabbed hold of the suitcase once more. He then turned to the flat with the rain pouring down his face and tuxedo like sweat to see the door number – 4514.
*
Sarah felt tired, even with constant typing on her laptop and a vital arrest of White on the day. She felt quite drowsy. She sat in her office chair looking at information on her computer. She then got an automatic email. She clicked her mouse and read it carefully.
Dear Sarah
We’ve just found out about Ruby, the getaway driver of The Rainbow. Apparently he’s undercover from the North-West Wales Police Department. I’m going to the station tomorrow to find out more
Sincerely
Morgan
Sarah stretched a little bit and yawned. She pulled out her phone out of her left pocket of her jeans and typed in a phone number.
“Hey Dominic’’ She said down the phone
“Hey Sar, You Fine?’’ Came a reply
“Not really, Morgan’s going round to a police department tomorrow. So I’ll be in charge again” Sarah yawned
“Oh well. So why’s Morgan going down?’’ Dominic questioned
“Well apparently Ruby of The Rainbow, the getaway driver, is undercover from the North-West Wales Police Department. Morgan’s going around to their station to check it out’’ Sarah answered
“Well I’m gonna try to find some leads on Green over here in London” Dominic explained
“Be sure to bring back a souvenir for me!” Sarah cheekily replied
“I will Sar! Night, Night!’’ Dominic exclaimed
“See you later!’’ Sarah replied and she pressed the end call button on her phone and placed it back into her pocket.
*
Dominic stood on the train with his hair spiked up and his black tuxedo oozing sweat. His hand was grasping hold of the metal bar because there were no seats left. He heard a shuddering noise; He was on his way to London and did not want any interruptions on his trip. After the phone call with Sarah he was agitated: no-one had reported a sighting of Sky-Blue for many months.
The train started to shake more wildly now and he knew something was going on. He let go of the bar and waddled through the crowds, he didn’t forget his “Excuse me” as he went through though. Another shake came and he almost fell on the floor.
He crossed into the next carriage and found it empty, apart from a sky-blue tuxedoed man standing in the middle holding
A PDA. The man looked reasonably young and when he looked up from his gadget he smiled.
“So Mr.Land we meet.” The young man said
“What?” Dominic confusingly said
“You don’t know who I am?” The man replied
“No? What’s on that PDA?” Dominic questioned
“For starters I’ve got this train’s controls on this PDA and also I think I don’t need much introduction when I do this!” The young man answered
“WHAT? You can’t be!” Dominic exclaimed
“You didn’t watch the skies!” The young man replied and he quickly reached out into his left pocket and drew out a sky-blue berretta.
“NO! DON’T YOU DARE…SKY?” Dominic yelled.
Sky-blue smiled and fired the pistol three times, two bullets hit Dominic in the left lung and sent him flying back right into the wall. Gunshots thundered through the carriage like dazzling light.
Sky-blue returned to clicking his finger on his PDA after holstering his berretta. He then took out his Nokia 1100 and typed in a number.
“Hello Mr. Aqua there?’’ Sky-blue asked
“Here and loud!” Aqua replied loudly
“Something bothering you sir?” Sky-blue questioned
“Yes…This train business is taking too long!” Aqua responded with a cry
“We just had a little trouble with an N agent” Sky responded
“I see... well carry on” Aqua hesitated
“Keep watching the ski….” Sky replied but before he could say his trademark goodbye: Aqua could hear him he cut him off.
“Why do I bother with goodbyes?” he asked himself. He then did another click of his PDA and hid it into his tuxedos inside left pocket. He then drew out of the same pocket a gas mask and his mobile phone again. He pressed a few buttons on the phone and placed the gas mask on his face.
Black gas came out of the intercom system throughout the train. The gas contracted inside every passenger’s lungs and once the gas touched the delicate tissue, they’re entire blood stopped and they died…instantly, all the passengers died in less than five minutes.
Sky was safe inside his mask and now he simply walked towards the other side of the carriage and opened it to find the driver’s compartment. Which did not have an intercom system.
“Nighty Night…” Sky whispered coldly into his gas mask which gave the driver a shock. Sky reacted by hitting the driver of the head with the mobile phone.
The driver fell into a coma and Sky took control of the train, turning at a turn that was not on the entire train network map. He came into bay that was full of crates and people brandishing all sorts of coloured tuxedos.
Sky took off his gas mask and licked his lips devilishly. He took out his phone and dialled another number.
“Hello, Green here!’’ replied a voice
“It’s Sky, where are you? I’ve got the cargo’’ Sky explained quite slowly
“I’m just with The Applause” Green replied
“Oh that loony place!” Sky taunted
“Shut up, I’ve just walked fifty miles to be here!” Green defended
“Just get down to Waif Bay!” Sky asked
“I can’t I got a sacrifice to perform!” Green said getting angrier by every word
“Fine call Orange and tell him to help me with this cargo. Tell him I got a few dead bodies which could provide a little income” Sky said calming down
“What do you mean income?” Green questioned
“Let’s just say I had an N agent aboard…” Sky said proudly
“He’s taken care of though, right?” Green questioned again
“Yes. He brought his mobile with him who could provide a bit more pinpoint of the N base” Sky explained with a devilish tone
“My word… I’ll phone Orange now!” Green quickly said
“Always watch the skies!” Sky quickly said
“Yeah whatever” Green replied.
Sky turned off his mobile phone and sat back in the driver’s seat. A man in an Orange tuxedo was seen on the train’s CCTV system.
As well as something disturbing. Sky saw it and quickly rushed out of the driver’s booth. There stood Orange and behind him Purple. Purple was the 4th in command, he took his codename seriously with a purple tuxedo and purple contact lenses and right now Sky was not a believer of his presence.
“Mr Sky-blue, you may go to the staff room to clean your self up now.” Orange said with a commanding voice, Orange was 8th in command so Sky rushed outside
“Yes…sir.” Sky quickly said. But just as he came outside he heard Purple and Orange say
“Should we tell him yet?” said Orange
“We’ll phone Green right now to welcome the new arrival” replied Purple
“By the time The Applause has done with him he’ll be more than just roughed up!” Orange exclaimed
“True, and with his sacrifice, we’ll finally get oil!” gloated Purple.
“I might be able to afford a house!” laughed Orange.
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Chapter Two – Brawling Demons
It was Sunday morning in Bardtport and Ruby had awoken to a cold and wet morning. Rain was pouring down once more and a drowsy scent littered the air. Ruby looked around the flat, after he had put his tuxedo back on.
He had a light breakfast of Bran Flakes and milk. He then went over to the door, to see letters on the floor. He turned a 20’ television on and selected Bardtport news from the TV guide. While watching the news, (Which seemed to have a special report on The Applause) he read the letters one by one
They all seemed to be ‘Payment received’ for all of them, except one.
It was in a Sky-blue envelope and it was for an ‘Mr.R’ Ruby opened up the letter very easily and read the letter.
Dear Ruby
It’s a tragedy! The Alliance with the Applause has gone horribly wrong. They need payment of a living human in order to create three ingredients. I’m sure Purple wants me to be sacrificed for just three ingredients. I’ll contact you via email from the flat computer but Pink may come today – I realise you amnesia and need to awake your lost memory in order to help me. I also know your secret but it may cause pain if I say it or write it aloud but I must. You must go to the location that I say in the email at precisely 8:34am. I write this letter at 1:23am.
Watch the skies – Sky-Blue
Ruby rushed to the computer, after turning the television off, and quickly turned it on. After entering his username and password (Which was the same as his name) he quickly checked his email. It contained an email from
[email protected] Ruby read it very quickly,
Watch the skies – Purport Street Station, 8:34 am, bring the weapon. Hurry.
Ruby shuted down the computer and picked up the suitcase. He opened the door to the wide environment of rain and gloom. He opened the Jaguar’s red door and put the keys in ignition. It did not take long for the Jaguar to get to its full power.
The engine purring, he drove in a civilised manner down the highway once more. The road signs implied that Purport was only a couple of minutes away. After about five minutes he reached the station and checked his watch: 8:00am. He waited and waited in the car but when it turned 8:20am things took a turn for the worse.
*
Purple walked through the station with his purple tuxedo dry and filled with the vital gear. He was stalking Sky-blue who had just taken a train to the station.
He knew that once The Applause sacrificed Sky to their God of Applause then The Rainbow could finalise its B.L.A.C.K project. The crowds were getting bigger all the time and Sky was keeping up his pace. Sky then went up to the ticket stand and Purple heard the conversation.
“One ticket from Kale to purport please,” asked Sky
“Sure thing, twenty pounds please” replied the ticket seller
Purple saw Sky take a cheque book out of his pocket and write a cheque for twenty pounds. After collecting his ticket he saw Sky move his eyes into a billboard. The billboard’s glass was reflective and in there he saw Purple’s reflection. Purple saw sweat bleeding from Sky’s forehead. He knew that Sky knew that Purple was there.
Sky picked up the pace towards Terminal 4514 and once at the actual station he waited impatiently – walking around to random spots. Purple followed him everywhere. Eventually the train came and Purple knew when to send Sky into a coma. A small cupboard space in the train was where Sky could plug his PDA in for charge.
When the train came whizzing past it looked like a blur. In fact Sky’s gelled hair had become unglued to its former shape. It now looked like sky-blue fire raging on a horizon instead of a few spikes in front. Almost automatically, when the train came to a halt, Sky-blue boarded it. Sky had walked into carriage 6 and Purple was pushed, by the crowds, into carriage 10.
After re collecting his position, he was pushed down on the floor, he began the task of travelling carriage by carriage
*
Sky was afraid, his heart was overloading and his brain-waves had increased. He felt lost. After eavesdropping Purple’s plan he had rushed to Kale Station through the tunnels. Orange had taken a break but Purple had continued the chase,
In a short break he had managed to write a letter to his last resort- Ruby. A volunteer for The Rainbow that killed Red on a mission in order to join, Pink had found his job records which showed he was undercover from the north-west of Wales’s police department.
Sky knew that the undercover cop had connections with The N, he knew that from The N he could stop Purple’s own project – ‘Purple’s presence’ which would make him leader of The Rainbow. Sky thought very quickly. But in the midst of the crowd within the carriage he saw Purple pushing through. He then saw in Purple’s hands his very own Purple MP7.
The train then suddenly came to a halt and the gun flew up in the hair. It landed on the floor and then the crowd saw it and rushed straight out of the carriage, Purple and Sky where left in that one room. They both dived to the floor only to see both hands and grabbed hold of the weapon. They pulled and tugged at it.
“LET GO! WE NEED THE ALLIANCE!” yelled Purple
“BUT WHY ME? WHY DO I HAVE TO DIE?!” shouted Sky
“Mr.Aqua prefers a more…QUICKER operation” answered Purple, struggling to hold the gun.
Eventually the gun went out of both men’s hands and flew up in the air. Purple watched it with his peculiarly purple eyes but while he watched Sky readied his fist and punched Purple’s ear. Purple flew back but he fell into the direction of the MP7.
Purple caught the gun as he landed and, still on the floor, aimed at Sky. With no options to go he saw Purple ready the gun then Sky looked everywhere in the carriage but still there was nowhere to go.
“Watch the skies!” taunted Purple as he chuckled menacingly
“HEY THAT’S MY GOODBYE!” exclaimed Sky, but Purple’s finger was already on the trigger.
*
Morgan stood on Ghana Street it wasn’t raining in this part of Wales. He looked around his environment to see a street filled with high-quality shops. Morgan was African/American and enjoyed many of his cultural heritages; he mainly enjoyed the music that his family played when he went to visit him.
Since it was not raining it was quite hot and Morgan’s dark brown skin was quite dehydrated and his leather jacket, red t-shirt and jeans felt quite dry. He was carrying with him a suitcase full of files on the mysterious ‘Ruby’ Morgan carried on walking down the street, for about three hours he had walked from The N Base to North-West Wales. He did not have a driver’s licence.
He eventually reached the NWW-PD and it didn’t look very lawful. It had a wooden fence, a crooked metal door and it was made of mouldy grey bricks. But Morgan walked past the fence and knocked on the front door. After a few sounds, someone came- an old police officer stood at the doorway, with his blue uniform immaculate.
“Can I help you sir?” asked the officer
“Yes, I’m from The N” answered Morgan
“I understand, come inside” replied the officer. Morgan entered to a huge computer room, but he only saw six officers in the room. The bricks were showing and there were only five light bulbs in the entire place.
Morgan turned back to face the old officer.
“I was wondering if I could see the chief of this police department” asked Morgan
“That’s me, John Gait” answered the old man
“Can I see you in a more private place?” questioned Morgan
“Yes, of course Mr..?” asked John
“July, Morgan July” answered Morgan
*
Sarah was scared; inside the oil refinery it was dark and dim and oil was oozing out of every corner. A pool of the dark liquid laid at the bottom. On the scaffolding she could see wires and pipes leaking into the night black liquid.
She was scared, wearing a black leather jacket, jeans and an itching long sleeved white t-shirt, she was still quite cold. Her gas mask protected her from the gas that originated from the liquid. She had a flashlight in her hand, but her only weapon was a MP5 which she had equipped and fully loaded.
She was frightened though, her blonde hair was lying inside the gas mask and it was producing more sweat than her forehead. She shone the torch onto the concrete scaffolding, so she didn’t fall down a hole in it. She carried on walking down it, with her breath increasing: she knew that when she found Grey it would be worth it.
While walking down the place she heard a whisper
“Sarah…I’m just ahead…come close Sarah…that’s it…one step at a time” said the cold voice. Sarah readied her MP5 and aimed it into the darkness. She sensed someone behind her: but as she turned around she dropped the torch. She was trapped inside the oil refinery, in Venezuela. She was going to die, she sensed something touching her back, while her fear raised her panic even more, she took out a box of matches from her pocket and lit them…
*
As the bullets came towards Sky’s face, but immediately he drew a large pale blue handled knife. He put the blade into a defensive position and sliced each of the two bullets; they flew out of his way.
“WHAT THE HELL!” Yelled purple reloading the gun
“Remember, also to watch the clouds!” Sky replied blazing towards Purple. He leaped into the air and made the blade face downwards, towards Purple’s face.
Purple rolled out of the way and as Sky fell onto the ground, Purple regained his standing position and dived onto Sky’s body, they threw punches at each other and rolled up and down the carriage, Sky eventually laid on top and wrapped his dry, sky-blue gloved hands around Purple’s neck. Purple began to choke in addition to this horrific death sequence, Purple’s face turned completely purple.
“Now I know why your called purple!” yelled Sky. But just as he taunted his enemy, Purple snatched for the knife which Sky had now holstered. He successfully grabbed it and then swished Sky’s left hip.
The pain and agony caused Sky to let go and clutch his left hip. Purple regained his oxygen and grabbed Sky’s shoulder’s he then raised his left foot and kicked Sky in the stomach. After that he punched Sky with great force once both opponents had run out of stamina they checked their injuries. Sky was bruised and had scars all over his body.
Purple only had a black eye and a few bruises.
“You’ve learned well from Red, but now the shoes on the other foot!” yelled Purple, picking up the MP7, “And also the gun!”
“Yeah well, I have tricks too!” shouted Sky and he drew the
same sky-blue berretta he had used to kill Dominic it was fully loaded. The two enemies aimed their weapons at each other, both waiting for the first strike.
Sky could hear both of their panting breaths; Purple’s was more deep showing he had a low lung capacity and maybe asthma. Maybe I’ve got a chance. He doesn’t look to have his inhaler with him; he looks to be on his last breath. Sky thought.
*
Purple stood, with Sky’s blood over his purple tuxedo, he looked deeply at Sky and thought He’s on his last life; I could kill him with one punch! He smiled devilishly at the thought. He readied both his weapons and prepared to run forward.
He saw Sky’s blood running down the left of his forehead and saw it blending with Sky’s own sweat. With time running out, Purple took a step forward and so did Sky, then he raised his gun and rested the knife by his side. Sky did the same with his gun, adding a sky-blue silencer. They both took another step forward; both of their hearts were pulsing violently.
As Sky and Purple were about to fire, the train came to an unpredicted halt, they both flew right into the front carriage wall, they both smashed into the glass of two mini-billboards.
They both heard the crunch of each other’s bones from the impact. Then they fell to the floor with blood all over their bodies. Sky regained quicker than Purple and immediately holstered his weapon and rushed outside.
His life had almost ended minutes ago, but he still had enough blood and bone to carry on up the steps. He rushed into the fully blue reception and ran through the double doors.
*
Ruby saw Sky rushing towards the car; blood was all over his sky-blue tuxedo. Sky pushed past the crowds and dived straight into the passenger’s car door window. The glass rushed with him and fell onto Ruby’s lap. Ruby stomped on the accelerator and the car rushed down the road.
“STEP ON IT!” yelled Sky
“Who are you?” questioned a calm Ruby
“I’m Sky,” calmly answered Sky
“What’s going on exactly?” asked Ruby
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, but I have too” whispered Sky
“What happened to you as well?” again questioned Ruby, turning a corner
“I had a brawl” replied Sky, buckling his seatbelt
“With who?” asked Ruby, turning another corner
“Purple” answered Sky, quietly
“Who?” asked a confused Ruby
“He’s 4th in command” answered Sky.
“OF WHAT?” yelled Ruby
“The Rainbow” answered Sky, but at that point Ruby suddenly yelled in pain, his brain was exploding.
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THIS WILL BE THE FONT AND SIZE FROM NOW ON!
Firstly, it's utterly wrong to title your book before it is completely finished.
Also, in case you want to attempt to go somewhere with this, despite the chapters being too short, it is not wise to post it on the internet, where anyone could take it as their own.
I don't want it to be published anyway.... hell I would even let someone have it, I just write it for fun.
Also I was up all night writting it again....
Chapters 3-9 will be up during the week
Then 10 after
The final 11th Chapter will take me a while to decide, I'm gonna write 4 versions. Also I'm gonna make the font slightly bigger, so it's easier to read.
You're 2 chapters in, and you still haven't noted what "The Rainbow", "The Applause" or "The N" are. Nor have you said anything about what they're actually doing, why they're doing it, why there are certain alliances and treacheries, or anything like that.
Also, why are people not trying to stop the fight, or even do anything? Other passengers aren't mentioned at all once Purple arrives, yet you mention he has to push past many of them.
This is not the first time it has happened to me..... everything will be explained later on, it's how you anticipate it, that makes it.
Most of simple things will be mensioned later on, especially why no-one interfered with the brawl, there is a very special reason.....
I have actually written a bit more this afternoon, I'm up to Chapter 10 now, just 1 more to go.
Talk about rushed. Well, it's definitely NOT genuine novel material, I'll say that much.Quote:
Originally Posted by Purpleness
I understand the concept of explaining things later on in the story, but if you're going to do that you shouldn't write so much involving the things that we know nothing about. It makes it too confusing and very messy.Quote:
Originally Posted by Purpleness
I think... I might stop at Chapter 5, because this is just a spin-off of one of the other novels I've been working on.
I might just delete it all and start on the real one.....thanks for the tips guys, I'll make my decision by tommorow
Looooooooooonng Decision.... decided that all chapters after this I'll have to do something special with.... the Book is finished now, after it's final edit. Expect every single chapter up by next week.
I'm going to start on something small after it, then plan the 2nd Meaning of Memory story.