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Here for Catnip Circle, reviewing the first chapter! Ah, so it's the human turned into a pokemon thing, but not PMD! I like the focus on establishing Vincent's life beforehand and the emphasis on his music, which I rarely see in pokefic. I think you could do more with this--his stage-fright overshadows my understanding of what draws him to music in the first place. It seems his father's death is partly wrapped up in it. Was his father a big classical music fan, then? Did Vincent start playing before or after his death?
The interaction with the orb had some nice creepy moments. I'm particularly baffled and intrigued by this idea that it's upgrading his office supplies? Very mysterious.
On the level of story structure, the main things that stood out to me were questions of POV and tone. There are several moments where I felt the intrusion of a distinctly snarky narrative voice that didn't really seem to resemble Vincent--the piano recital crack being one example (others in the line-by-line below.) The tone of the narration fluctuates a fair bit, and the interspersed fragments don't help with that. I'd recommend thinking about what POV you're aiming for--is it a tighter third with Vincent, or a more omniscient third by a narrator with a bit of personality--and make sure that the tone stays consistent throughout.
I'll echo the sentiment that you've got some tell not show going on, particularly with the depictions of anxiety. There's a lot of emphatic words used in the narration, but the lack of concrete details to ground the anxiety attacks lessens the impact. The bulk of the rest of my comments are more in line-by-line reaction format--I find it more helpful to discuss specific instances than to generalize too much!
The interaction with the orb had some nice creepy moments. I'm particularly baffled and intrigued by this idea that it's upgrading his office supplies? Very mysterious.
On the level of story structure, the main things that stood out to me were questions of POV and tone. There are several moments where I felt the intrusion of a distinctly snarky narrative voice that didn't really seem to resemble Vincent--the piano recital crack being one example (others in the line-by-line below.) The tone of the narration fluctuates a fair bit, and the interspersed fragments don't help with that. I'd recommend thinking about what POV you're aiming for--is it a tighter third with Vincent, or a more omniscient third by a narrator with a bit of personality--and make sure that the tone stays consistent throughout.
I'll echo the sentiment that you've got some tell not show going on, particularly with the depictions of anxiety. There's a lot of emphatic words used in the narration, but the lack of concrete details to ground the anxiety attacks lessens the impact. The bulk of the rest of my comments are more in line-by-line reaction format--I find it more helpful to discuss specific instances than to generalize too much!
I get what you mean--light pollution, right?--but the wording of lights obscuring stars is a little odd. I'm also confused by the relation these two clauses have to each other. We're told the night is clear, but then we have this talk of obscuring.The night was frigid and clear, only the city lights obscuring the stars above.
Not sure why we get a sudden fragment here! The main effect it had on me was to jar me out of the flow of the story, which is not desirable in the second sentence. You've got something odd going on with your prepositions in "Not against the frigid night, but in fear." I'm not sure how "against" is being used here. Crumpled against the night? That doesn't really make sense. You could say, "Vincent lay crumpled in a fetal position against the wall. He shivered, not from the cold night, but from fear."Vincent, crumpled into a fetal position up against a wall. Not against the frigid night, but in fear.
This is the first instance of what I'd call the snarky outside POV voice. I like this crack about the purpose of the recital being for the teacher to show he's doing his job, but it doesn't seem like a thought that's occurring to Vincent, as it would be in a close 3rd POV, but rather the observation of a narrator.Tonight, his piano teacher had organized a recital for all his students to show off to their parents that he actually was doing his job. As an unfortunate byproduct, this meant Vincent would have to play in front of several strangers.
There's a bit of redundancy with being told he's going to read the label and then being told he reads the label. You could deal with that pretty easily by going, "Reaching into his rented tux's breast pocket, he pulled out an orange bottle. He already knew what the label said, but he read it anyway." It's a small thing, but once we're not being told why he's pulling it out of his jacket in the initial sentence, the second sentence becomes new information and so more interesting.Reaching into his rented tux's breast pocket, he pulled out an orange bottle to read the label. He already knew its contents, but he read it anyway.
Had trouble parsing this. Is the idea that he should wait until right before his performance to take it, but he needs it now, thirty minutes early?and even with thirty minutes left until his performance, he needed it now.
You're looking for either "came up with" or "searched for" I think. I'd recommend keeping an eye on your prepositions.With his hand still in his jacket, he quickly came up for an excuse as non-suspicious as possible.
There's a bit much going on here. You might want to consider what the most important information is. There's the sense of physical intimidation "towering over" and the idea that Peter doesn't believe him and is now going to act based on that information. I think "remained unmoving" is the least necessary bit, especially since the consequence of Peter being unconvinced is him sticking out his hand for the pills. One way to rephrase would be, "Peter towered over him, unconvinced. He stuck out his hand with an expectant gaze."Peter, unconvinced, remained unmoving, towering over him. With an expectant gaze, he stuck out his hand.
I'm a bit curious what trying to keep up the lie looks like here. The lie was that he's cold, right? So does he try and force his teeth to chatter, or something?Vincent spent another moment trying to keep up the lie before letting himself deflate, cradling his right arm and leaning up against the wall.
The action was hard to visualize here. The way these phrases are all joined with commas implies that they're all part of the same overall action. I think you need a break in this, like "Vincent shoved his hand off and took a step away. He stared at the ground for a moment, breathing heavily, before he forced himself to look up at Peter."Shoving his hand off, Vincent took a step away, forcing himself to face Peter.
You describe the silence between them twice here in quick succession. I'd recommend varying this up a bit. I think the second instance is the more impactful one!a few seconds of silence hanging between them. "You're not broken."
Dense, silent air floated between them for an eternity,
This was an interesting, nuanced moment. His brother seems to be trying in his own way to be supportive, but he's keeping his brother from taking what I think is prescribed medication? You can see the good intentions, while also seeing this may not end well."I don't have what you have, I don't get panic attacks, go through what you do, have to deal with what you do." He took a step forward, once again placing a hand on Vincent's shoulder. "But I've seen you deal with it before, I know you can."
Jibe seems a little strong for what Peter is saying here, which is clearly a fond remark. Perhaps "teased"?"I could get you to do anything for Pokémon cards," he jibed
Ah, you mention the father dies later on--I like how you've worked the impact of that into a small detail like this.A rather ambitious first piece, but it had significant sentimental value to him as it had been one of his father's favorites to play.
Hm, I don't want to speak for other people's experiences, but "making sure not to dwell on any that were disturbing" is sort of--if you can do that, you're dealing fairly well with anxiety, and Vincent doesn't seem to be doing well. It would make more sense to me if he's either trying to focus on specific, positive thoughts, or focusing on not thinking at all, only breathing.Alone with his thoughts once more, Vincent took inventory of his mental state: scrutinized every thought, making sure not to dwell on any that were disturbing; accepting anxiety for what it was, nothing more than an emotion; keeping his breath at a steady rhythm, making sure he wouldn't hyperventilate.
Since music is clearly going to play an integral role in the fic, I feel like I want a bit more here, on the emotional side in addition to the technical side. Does he enjoy playing, practicing? Is he satisfied with being able to get to the end, or does he want more from himself? What aspects of music bring him pleasure?At the start, he could barely even read the bass clef, and moving both hands independently seemed like a pipe dream. But, through many frustrating nights of tedious practice, he had finally been able to perform the piece from beginning to end without stopping. Not devoid of mistakes, just not enough of them to warrant starting over.
I like this detail--it's very concrete and shows he tries to respect other people's feelings even when feeling horrible himself, which is nice to see in a protagonist. You're missing an "as" before "lightly" though!Gingerly opening the door, he stepped lightly as he could to respect the pianist currently playing.
This was a bit of a tell not show moment. Even a simple bit of internal monologue could substitute here. "Vincent's gaze snapped up to meet his teacher's. How had the time passed so quickly?"Vincent's gaze snapped up to meet his teacher's, time's fast passage surprising him.
This passage was a place I really wanted the experience to be shown, rather than told. What are these "thoughts of panic"? What does him trying harder and harder to stop the anxiety look like? Since this is taking place as he plays an instrument, some auditory details might be nice. Does he catch a jarring note? Sharp instead of a flat? etc which spirals him more?With a deep breath in and out, he began to play the triplets that began the piece, his mind intensely focused in the beginning on every note, beat, and rhythm. Yet, as time went on, thoughts of panic began to seep through his defenses, slowly welling up more and more as time went on. He tried desperately to shake these thoughts out of his mind, to hold tight to the feeling of calm that he associated with music, but the harder he tried, the worse his anxiety became. He tried harder and harder to stop the anxiety, the fear, the panic, but this proved to be his mistake. Putting so much energy into his thoughts, his mind hadn't had enough to focus on the sonata, and his hands had ceased movement. For a moment he was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice he'd stopped playing. The instant he did, though, his mind went into full on panic.
This was a striking phrase!devoid of rationality but filled with horror.
Hm, I found the parenthesis a bit jarring. They give this a very casual feel like, "you know, forest noises, the usual." I think an em dash would work better.Vincent listened intently to the noises of the forest (birds singing, bugs buzzing, the wind rattling the branches of trees, even the occasional skittering of an animal) while walking a path he'd worn very well.
Maybe "dislodge" instead of "edge" here?He walked in an attempt to forget last night, trying to edge the memory of his failure and panic from his psyche with very little success.
The snarky outsider voice strikes again. The sarcasm really feels out of place here. It's just not the way Vincent seems to be thinking.When it came to failure of any kind—be it his fault or not—he always went into a state of self-flagellation that lasted until he had thoroughly destroyed any and all self-worth in his system—a most effective and healthy coping mechanism.
So the meds weren't prescribed? This sentence almost implies to me that he got this medicine in some illicit way or took it from someone else.He didn't even try to blame his brother for not letting him take the meds that weren't his; he knew it was wrong.
The fragment makes the narrative voice switch to being a lot more casual and intimate, which is not the style it's been thus far.He always felt at home in the forest. Never knew why.
Should be, "Even as a kid, the lush green, huge trees, and multitude of little creatures that inhabited it all brought him some kind of peace." Listing things takes an "and" before the final thing, and does not require a comma after.Even as a kid, the lush green, huge trees, multitude of little creatures that inhabited it, all brought him some kind of peace.
Curious if his brother noticed! A detail like that would give me more of a sense of their relationship.Even still, he could remember the first time he'd retreated to the forest: the day he'd come home from the hospital and his father hadn't. His mother didn't even notice his frequent trips, too busy with her own grief.
Again, don't think the fragment is serving you well here. It interrupts the flow of the sentence needlessly. Also, as a general rule, three adjectives in a row doesn't work so well--starts to feel like they're being piled on.Because of this familiarity, he immediately noticed a white, round, blemishless stone that lay in the exact center of the clearing. As if waiting for him.
Some of the things mentioned in this paragraph doesn't see that odd. A stone that fits comfortably in your hand isn't strange. I'm not following this point about it not reflecting the color of his shirt? Why should it be? Shimmering in the sunlight also doesn't strike me as that strange. If you're going to devote a paragraph to listing out incongruous attributes, make sure all of them are truly incongruous. I'm also a bit confused about what this lack of blemish means. A lot of stone are completely white without markings. Is this point more about the texture or shape? Like that it's perfectly rounded, or perfectly smooth, such that it seems artificial?The more he looked at it, the less it made sense: despite being partially buried in the ground, not a speck of dirt remained when he lifted it up; it fit comfortably in his hand; seemed to shimmer when he held it up to the sun, yet didn't even remotely reflect the color of his shirt, almost seeming to produce its own. He rolled it around in his hand to find some mark or blemish but found none.
"long erased from his consciousness" struck me as strange. Erased is a pretty strong statement. Are they really erased, or has he just forgotten about them for a bit? "long" also seems odd--he can't have been examining this stone for more than minutes.He examined the stone, completely perplexed to what it was, where it came from, why it was there, all memories of last night long erased from his consciousness
Uh, him not personally knowing anyone who frequents a (presumably public) forest is not really much of an argument?He didn't know of anyone else that frequented this area, yet the stone had no natural qualities.
I think I get what you mean here, but it's a bit muddled. I think you need to make explicit the connection between him wanting to learn more about the stone and him having equipment back home. "He was reluctant to leave the comfort of the forest, but there was no way he could untangle the mystery of the stone without some equipment. He decided to head back home, the stone clasped in his hand."Mind engrossed in the object, he couldn't stay in the comfort of the forest, so he forced himself to go back home where he had at least some equipment.
He seems very blase about skipping school, which makes me think he does it frequently.Of course, he should have been at school as well, but he didn't care. One day wouldn't really have an effect on his grades.
I think Kintsugi mentioned this, but if the density is out of the ordinary, that would be a good thing to have noted in the incongruous traits passage, when he feels its weight.It had the density of hydrogen yet didn't need to be hundreds of degrees below zero to retain a solid form or burn his hand to touch, so it obviously couldn't be hydrogen.
I like the initial description in this. The glow fluctuating like a heartbeat is a creepy image. "His heartbeat" took me aback. Where's he getting that idea from? I think I need a bit more there.When he walked into his unlit room, he noticed the stone really did emanate light. A very dull, barely visible glow inside ebbed in a manner similar to a heartbeat. His heartbeat. He placed it on his desk, and the pulse stopped the moment it lost contact with his hand, light changing from yellow to stark white.
This was confusing. Some light tingled through his veins? Or are you adding on to the previous sentence?Some light, tingle through his veins.
What exactly does "accepting energy" mean? Perhaps, "react to energy"? Accept almost sounds like he's personifying the stone, which could be a fun angle to play with!Out of ideas, he decided to experiment with the energy hypothesis: if it produced energy, perhaps it would even accept it.
I don't think you need "This was a bad decision." It interrupts what is a compelling action sequence. It's also more in the snarky outside narrator voice.This was a bad decision. Immediately, the light became so bright that it filled the room, nearly blinding him if he hadn't managed to shield his eyes just in time; a slight hum became a loud screech and the orb burst into two pieces, launching to opposite ends of his room. After the moment of terror passed, he checked to see if he'd sustained any damage.
Some strange force such as blowing the fuse? You've portrayed Vincent as into science stuff with the measuring density and the forming "hypotheses" so it seems a little silly for him to attribute something that common to "strange force.'After seven flips of the light switch, he determined that some strange force had knocked out the power.
The narrative tone in this feels very distinct from the rest of the story. "Felt it in his jellies" is a colorful phrase in a story that hasn't been idiomatic at all thus far. The line about "the reckless nature of a teenager" feels like it's coming from outside Vincent.He knew it was a bad idea. Didn't know how, but he knew that putting them back together could only make the situation worse. Felt it in his jellies. But, be it the reckless nature of a teenager, the absurd curiosity that had him pick up the stone to begin with, or some other third thing, he decided to put the orb back together.
Well that is seriously odd! He has the orb of home office improvement, it seems!His desk that once held his computer, cluttered with schoolwork, gadgets and knick-knacks he'd managed to get for cheap at pawn shops had been replaced by a significantly nicer computer, a printer, and a stack of printer paper. All of his stuff had been replaced by office materials or emptiness.
I'm baffled by the image of "throwing the fur off his hand." is the idea that he thinks it's fur that's not attached to him? In that case I'd go with "brush off the fur" or "shake off the fur." Isolated hairs aren't something you can really throw.He tried to throw the fur off with his left hand to no avail as it continued spreading, carrying with it the intense pain.
It does stretch my suspension of disbelief that he can feel things as specific as his torso becoming a trapezoid in the midst of incredible pain. It's a question of narrative voice again--this sounds like it's being described by someone else.Tears poured out of his eyes as the heat engulfed his body, melting his bones and shifting them into shapes entirely unfamiliar. He felt his body shrink, hands deform and lose the dexterity that made them human, devolving into paws, arms losing what little definition they had as they became little more than nubs that bent in the middle, shoulders shifting forward to better equip themselves for walking on all fours, his chest compressed and rearranged his torso into what vaguely resembled a trapezoid, hips shifting as his legs contract and disappear into nearly nothing, his feet rounding off into ovals, his toes melting from five to three, some obtrusion crunching its way out of his spine.
Is it the greyscale that's assaulting him? or how the room has been perverted in some other way?The perversion of his room in grayscale assaulted his vision.
Felt odd to me that out of everything, that aspect he focuses on most is that he was turned into a so-called baby pokemon. Seems like there are slightly higher priority concerns here!He was trapped in a fictional creature's body! Not just a fictional creature, but a baby! That couldn't be true! Sure, he was only on the early side of fourteen, but he wasn't a child! He was a teenager!