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Master's Heart
By: Meh Misery

If you have accidentally stumbled into this thread, or have even been recommended here, please do stay. You see, this is my first story that I've decided to share online, and I hope it's worth my time and effort. whee heart

My story, Master's Heart, has taken quite awhile to plan, but I've finally made an official thread for it. I will try to update it each week, or maybe even more often if I'm in a good mood. You can find it in my journal, and just click "Archive" to see the list of chapters. Be sure to read the introduction first though.

You're probably wondering, what the heck is your story about? Well, I won't be able to give you a full summary, since I'm making it up as I go along. But, this is more of a fantasy-like story, based in Arabia.
Chapters

As well as posting in my journal, I will add the story to this thread. This is for all those lazy people out there. wink The titles with be followed by a dash, and the page numbers where the parts of the chapters that can be found.


-- Viewer discretion is advised, the following narrations may contain violence, mild nudity, and swearing. --

Chapter One: Seized - Page 1 (Two Sections)
Chapter Two: 17th Birthday- Page 1 (Two Sections)
Chapter Three: Cat Got Your Tongue?- Page 2 {In Progress}
Comments

If you make a comment in my journal or even this very thread that deserves to be seen, I'll make sure it get puts here. 3nodding


Last Updated: September 24th

bardlover
Very interesting. Keep working on it.
The first person ever to post. Thank you! ^^

.Farfarello
Now I am not the best to point out any flaws. I know that my grammer and my spelling will suffer greatly if it isn't for the use of Word and spellcheck. However, I have noticed a few small glitches in the writing that had made me stop for a moment and thus ruint the flow of the story.

It is not that bad of a piece. You have an idea of what you want to write and you know the language well - two points in your favour in my books. You also are working on a rather tried and true kind of story that so far looks to be something standard - I do hope the characters will distract the reader from the basic plotline of master meets slave - something happens - master and slave become lovers the end. Your imagry is fairly decent, but I think you should find some ways to use much more powerful descriptive words.


goatcreature__MAGNUM
well i plan on being an annoying, mean little b*****d.

okay, a bit of a cliche plot. but cliche isn't always bad if you can make it a well written and loveable story. so far, this slave-girl is offered as a gift to our 17 year-old Randric. not bad - as offering slaves (women slaves) as gifts is/was customary in many times with many peoples.

.Fafie already touched on your need to strengthen your writing and paragraphs. you leave the readers with only a vague understanding of everything, just managing to touch on "it was dirty", "she is pretty", "he is - yadayada" - and then you fly off to another vague description. we want meat! meat i say! something to chew and swallow! we want a description about these people, their world. we want to understand what it is they're doing, who they are, and where they be just as well as you do. and, frankly, we can't if you refuse to give us a vision of clarity, and not nebulous fog.

most important - more important than visual stimulation of their world and their physical appearances - WHO THEY ARE. i truely can't say i care much about any of your characters. if one, or all, of them were to die oh so tragically at this point in your story, i honestly can't say i'd give a n00bs a**. they're flat, as far as i can tell. there is no dimension to them. and yes, i know, you've just started, but you've had more than ample time to give us something about the dimensions of these people - and you haven't. again - being vague and not as powerful as you can and should be.

I had to cut off some the other half of his critique, sorry, but it was quite long. That's not a bad thing of course. 3nodding Thanks for the advice, goatcreature__MAGNUM.
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Chapter One: Seized

It was another scorching hot morning in the city, Juandos. As usual, the marketplace was bustling with eager peasants and greedy merchants. Weary travellers were just passing through the main gates, many of them being checked by guards. A rather stout man rode through the crowded street on a camel, peering at the booths to see what sort of merchandise was being sold. There was a foul smell drifting from his robes, and a nasty grin was plastered to his roughly-shaven face.

The deep aroma of herbs and spices had little effect, and he was even less attracted to the rolls of rich fabric or gold jewellery that were on sale. Halfway through the baazar, he tugged at the ropes around his camel's neck, and the animal turned to the right with a quiet groan. He wandered through the maze of alleyways, and finally came to a halt near a filthy looking hut.

The man knocked on the wooden door with three short raps, and waited impatiently. Soon afterwards, a slot on the side of the wall slid open, revealing a toothless bloke. "What do you want?" he growled.

"Watch your tone if you don't want your tongue to be slit off... The password is 'haven's cruelty', now open up."

With a few mutters, the click of locks could be heard, and the door was inched open with a creak. The sight inside was disgusting, and almost unbearable to those who were not used to it. Young women and men were chained to the walls or circular posts, and moaning in agony. Cobwebs hung from the dusty corners, and the place was only lit by a few lanterns. There were large blotches and stains on the floor, which appeared to be blood.
Eurgh... I've just noticed that the "Writer's Forum" moves pretty slowly. sweatdrop Hopefully at least one person will come by this thread today. That's all I ask...

... I must be talking to myself. gonk
Chapter One: Seized

"Lord Vistage," a muscular guard rumbled," We weren't expecting you to show up so early. Has there been a change in plans?"

The man let out a harsh laugh," Ah, I wanted to reach the royal castle by mid afternoon, to surprise my nephew. Everyone in the city knows, it's his 17th birthday. But of course, I had to pick up the... ahem, gift."

"Oh, I see... Well she's a beauty, freshly captured from the recent war we've had with Darac. I've already set out orders that nobody can touch her until you arrived. Shall I fetch her now?"

"Yes, quickly now..." He glanced around the room, and tried not to take note of the terrible conditions. Why, with always being surrounded by the fine walls of his luxurous home, Vistage would avoid these type of places at all costs. But, where else would he get a slave? Another reason for gaining favour of his nephew, Randric, who would soon become of age to rule the kingdom.

Fae was dragged from her steel cage, and slapped across the left cheek as she struggled to break away. Thrown on the cobblestone ground by Vistage's feet, she looked up at his leering face. Her knotted chestnut hair fell across her shoulders, and she glared at the noble.
Chapter Two: 17th Birthday

The grand hall was lit brightly, and decorated for the ceremony. Golden streamers lined the white columns, and silk cushions were lined against the walls. Incense was burning in the metal containers, giving off a sweet aroma.

Lord Vistage stood in the center of the room, the girl kneeling beside him. Fae had been groomed and dressed against her will in one of the market stores, and continued to scowl at everyone that came near her. She wore a beautiful violet gown, which showed just a little too much skin. Her hair had been combed several times, and pinned up elegantly with a silver barette.

Randric strolled in from the double doors with his older brother, Dau, at his side. Today was an important moment for him and everyone within his city's boundaries. Because, his 17th birthday would mark the one year point until he would be crowned king. Just one year, and he would govern his people. Dau wasn't as pleased though. The reason was very obvious, and quite simple. Their father had written in his will that Randric would be the heir to the throne, even though Dau was older. When this matter had been revealed, all the advisors had assumed it was because Randric was much more responsible and less of a womanizer.
Very interesting. Keep working on it.
bardlover
Very interesting. Keep working on it.

You don't know how much your post means to me. surprised Thanks for the comment. biggrin

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Now I am not the best to point out any flaws. I know that my grammer and my spelling will suffer greatly if it isn't for the use of Word and spellcheck. However, I have noticed a few small glitches in the writing that had made me stop for a moment and thus ruint the flow of the story.

It is not that bad of a piece. You have an idea of what you want to write and you know the language well - two points in your favour in my books. You also are working on a rather tried and true kind of story that so far looks to be something standard - I do hope the characters will distract the reader from the basic plotline of master meets slave - something happens - master and slave become lovers the end. Your imagry is fairly decent, but I think you should find some ways to use much more powerful descriptive words. For instances
Quote:
It was another scorching hot morning in the city, Juandos. As usual, the marketplace was bustling with eager peasants and greedy merchants. Weary travellers were just passing through the main gates, many of them being checked by guards. A rather stout man rode through the crowded street on a camel, peering at the booths to see what sort of merchandise was being sold. There was a foul smell drifting from his robes, and a nasty grin was plastered to his roughly-shaven face.
would sound much more better if it was phrased
Quote:
The sun's heat pounded into the city of Juandos unchecked by wind or clouds. Even this early in the morning, the marketplace was bustling with eager peasants and greedy merchants. Weary travellers passing through the main gates were checked by the guards longuing in what little shade the buildings offered them. A stout man rode through the crowded street on a camel, his body emmitting an oder just as foul as the smile twisting his unsahved face. He stared at the booths he passed but did not stop to look anything over as he rode through the crowd.


Anyways, I would like to see more of what you've got planned for the story.
Yay, constructive criticism! 4laugh heart

I've been waiting for someone to give me some tips on how I could improve my writing, so thank you. I know I'm not that great with description and your revised part of my first paragraph was quite good. ^^; But, I guess my plot is kind of obvious, but not at the point of being overused (or so I hope).
Chapter Two: 17th Birthday

Randric sat down on one of the cushions at the front of the hall, as did his brother. "Uncle Vistage, a kitchen servant just informed me of your arrival! You should've let me known you'd be passing by. I would've prepared something, dancers, a feast, or some hunting in the royal grounds."

"Oh no need... I cannot stay for long, I have an appointment with a business partner," he said, forcing a smile. "But, I just had to visit you my dear boy. It's your special day, and I've brought a nice present for you." Vistage moved to the side, and motioned for Fae to stand.

She didn't budge, and stared at the tiled floor instead. A loose strand of her delicate hair slipped near her eyes, and her hands lay limply in her lap. Lord Vistage let out a nervous chuckle, and repeated his demand. He even place his hand on her shoulder, squeezing tightly. This was embarassing for him, and could even be considered an offence to the prince.

Randric studied Fae, who dared to disobey. This was a true sign of bravery, and he wondered what her past had been like, to make her act again a higher authority. He wasn't annoyed, nor was he angry... but just stunned. " Don't worry uncle, it can't be forced. But, I appreciate your thoughtfulness."

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