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‘A place almost perfectly made for mystery’

2021.12.02 13:15 2_Blue ‘A place almost perfectly made for mystery’

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2021.12.02 13:15 incoherentshrieking First chapter: feedback appreciated :))

I’ve been toying with writing a novel I’ve thought about for awhile and decided to take the plunge.
It’s a literary fiction centered around a young prince and his brother (based on my own sister, shout-out to her), with themes about anxiety, maturity, and the MCs quest for approval, as well as his brother’s “savior complex,” and trying to get over the feeling that you need to help everyone or no one else will.
This is a very very rough draft around 2,000 words- the book is a frame narrative starting at the end with a separate set of characters, so if the first moments are slightly confusing, that’s why.
Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Specifically, I’d love if you have comments about my prose style, my metaphors, or if you think it’s too heavy-handed. If you can pick out any of my symbolism early on, please tell me what you notice so I can make it more or less obvious as the situation requires.
No need to sugar coat- I’d love to hear your ideas.
There’s a storm outside, and the thunder rumbles darkly into the thick glass window panes. Alone by the fireplace sits a young boy with tattered clothes, beige and gray, stained and mismatched, with holes on every seam. He stares into the fire so as to avoid looking at the rain, as lightning bolts pierce his periphery and his mind begs him to go outside and relish in the chaos. He won’t, because there’s his mother, standing by the door. “Is it warm?” she asks, with her arms crossed and an easy smile on her face. Her boy nods, but he doesn’t speak. He doesn’t turn to look at her. “You know what your father said about playing in the rain,” she says softly. The boy nods again, but the pattering on the glass sinks into his mind and grips his thoughts with talons, sharp and grating. The mother settles down on her knees next to him at the fire, and she hums softly. He hums along. It’s his old lullaby from childhood- a faraway song, dissonant in his mind but melodic in the air- a tune he could sing but never play nor write, for each of them will forget it in a dark corner of their perceptions, dusted and dry, once the final notes echo off into silence. “Where did the song come from, mother?” The boy’s mother stops humming and tilts her head curiously. “Your father used to sing it. Very long ago.” “And where did he get it?” The woman shakes her head. “He never did say.” The boy nods and resigns to silence- to gaze into the flame with his mother at his side, something resembling music filling his ears, but the very corners of his awareness tortured by the flashes of white light from the darkness outside. “Do you want to hear a story?” The mother says. The boy averts his eyes from the logs for the first time since the storm began, and he asks: “What kind of story?” “You never heard how father’s story ended, did you?” she asks. The boy shakes his head. No, he’d heard his father’s legends many a time; listened to him speak in rhymes and sing praises of lands the boy wasn’t quite sure he really did see, but such intricate crafting of the tall tales of magic and mystery- no such stories could be made from the depths of a human’s mind alone. He had one tale he tended to tell whose final words were lost. The boy never heard what happened to the Angel after the death of his sons. His father always seemed to stop himself from finishing right before catharsis. And so the boy turns to look at his mother, and focuses on her lips. She speaks beginning words of an epic poem he’d heard before in paraphrasal forms, act one and two he knew by heart, and he opens his ears and tunes out the sound of thunder as a portrait of a community is painted before his eyes once more. “There once was a kingdom on the edge of the wood which war never plagued.”
And in this kingdom there was peace and contentment rivaled by no other. Ruled by a King with a wide smile and cheerful eyes, his two sons, the warrior and poet standing always by his side. In the Angel’s kingdom there was music in the square each night, funerals never made for mourning, but celebration of life. The people ate pastries and confectioners’ sugars and sang songs of days gone by; and farms were tended, weeds always pulled, the kingdom drowning in corn, potatoes, and rye. Lefse and bread and vegetables and fish sat on the tables of each family each night- and those who couldn’t afford their own would always have the generosity of neighbors in sight. There was no strife, and no thieves lurking around the corners. No families afraid to walk the streets at night, and no doors locked tight and blinds pulled shut, with always candles to illuminate the dark. Such was life as it had always been, and inside the palace, there was nothing short of prosperity, if not so explicit to its inhabitants, as an airy voice rang out through the halls. “Will! Give it back, I swear to god!” There came a laugh from another child that couldn’t be much older than the first, if at all. His steps pattered down the halls in a rhythmless motion, tripping over his own feet in his haste, but no indignance leaving his bubble of joy at the uncoordinated actions. “You’ll never catch me alive!” And his brother may not have caught him alive, had it not been for the King, standing in their way with an amused smile cutting across his face and arms crossed over his chest. “And just what have we stolen today?” The boy sheepishly shifted to hold the book behind his back as his brother caught up to him with exasperation in his eyes. “Dad! He took my journal!” he practically yelled. Had the King not been accustomed by now to his children’s antics, maybe he’d recoil at the young prince’s volume. “William,” he addressed his thieving son, “please give Nicholas his journal.” The child scowled and handed it behind him to his brother, who smiled at his father- a savior in his eyes. “I just wanted to see,” Will spoke. His brother raised a hand to swat at his head, earning a pointedly warning look from his father. “It’s not yours to see,” Nicholas let out. “Will, Nicholas is right. Nicky, don’t hit people.” Chagrined, the child looked away, and smiled in an attempt at confident innocence. “Sorry dad.” And their father smiled and nodded at them. He reached down to ruffle his youngest’s hair. The child would assume this meant his facade was effective, but his naivety was a virtue he’d yet to lose. “I’m meant to find you for dinner. Five minutes, boys.” With that, the King walked back from whence he came, with his children in his wake, the scent of cinnamon lingering in the hall behind him. “What do you write in that thing all day anyway?” The elder the first to speak up. Ever the diplomat, his brother stuck out his tongue and scrunched up his nose- his victory would go straight to his head. “Stuff you wouldn’t understand. Real smart things.” At this William could only roll his eyes. At dinner that night the two would squabble as per usual, with their father looking on in veiled amusement. They’d visit their mother after dinner to weave her tales of their adventures around the palace in vivid detail she didn’t ask for, but detail that would become important to her nonetheless in the tangled textile of her sons’ lives that she could only view from afar, and she’d smile. Soon when she could rouse herself from bed without the phantom pain overtaking her, she would write for her sons the symphony she thought of as she slept, knotting together their stories of the mundanity of their lives that appeared so very foreign and unparalleled to their starry eyes. And the boys would fall asleep in their rooms across the hall, the older in darkness with windows closed, and the younger, door cracked open with his eyes until the witching hours of the night. If there be unrest, let its consequences be felt tomorrow, for in the palace, consciousness in the twilight thrives. When the boy woke the sun was low in the sky cusping the edges of the horizon with trees blocking off the most powerful rays. A bright cloudless day looked to be in store, and Nicholas smiled, pulling away his comforter and leaving his room in unexplained haste. He fell asleep late and woke early nearly every day, and though his father would laugh and tell his wife about their true night owl of a son, it would be far more accurate to describe him as simply an awake person, made for both early mornings and long nights spent reading and writing and looking at the stars, for he slept as if rest was death being shy, and he intended to make the most of life. And so he awoke each day before dawn. He found himself most joyful in the dying summer days of late August. He left the palace without so much as a sweater into the chill air of the autumn morning and breathed in the smell of perfumed flowers releasing dying breaths until their birth next spring, and the serenity of warm-toned leaves falling to the ground filling his lungs. His father would never understand the son’s interest in the first flakes of precipitation gracing the palace grounds each time the air dropped below freezing- which was far too often for anyone else’s liking. If anything, Nicholas was somehow outside more often in the coldest days of the year than he ever would be when sunrays shone high in the sky, and dolphins frolicked along the coasts. It had always been this way since the earliest days of his childhood, when he caught snowflakes on his tongue and something in his warm chocolate eyes lit up with a newfound passion for living that couldn’t be explained in any English words he ever could muster. And so he wrote. With pen in hand each night in his room, ink would grace the weathered pages of books he’d steal from the library. For at 10 years old, Nicholas Barlowe knew everything there ever was to know. Pressed between those yellowed pages lay memories unscattered, collected together as pieces of a puzzle, broken and dilapidated, and ill-phrased from the hand of a child not so true to his studies. So here he was, as flora bid their final goodbyes and gave way into the chilling months of the winter, sitting on the grass and speaking to a small foxglove, no doubt primed to be removed by the groundskeepers the very second its purple began to wilt into grayed pastels. The boy prince would give his time to doomed petals whenever there was enough to give. “The autumn is coming soon,” he would say, and the weeds would afford no response. “You’re all very brave. You’ll come back again next spring, right?” Nicholas never did expect them to reply, and often took the smallest change in the speed of the wind as confirmation, and he smiled. “That’s what I thought.” He sat back against the stump of a tree and pulled out his notebook as a crow landed in the grass beside him, and let out a shrill chirp. He reached out with a finger to try to pet its head, and it squawked and darted away as fast as it arrived. Nicholas frowned and followed the bird’s path with his eyes as it disappeared into the sky above him. Soon enough he’d have to retreat back into the palace for breakfast; maybe his mother would be well-rested enough to join the family this morning, but Nicholas forced himself to have little faith in the possibility. With a tremor in his hand, and and never-receding smile on his face, he wrote about the past day in great, unnecessary detail. He sat quietly and watched the zephyr around him ruffle the trees and bushes, before a paper-thin presence landed on his head, and he smiled as the leaves fell down.
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2021.12.02 13:15 Robo_Rameses Penalty for quitting a ranked match (brainstorming)

I have been thinking about the best way to keep people from quitting a ranked match. I take my lumps most of the time and stick it out when I'm losing, but get quit on often if I score in the first couple of innings. I am not good, so it stinks to never get to play from being ahead. is my idea. If you quit, all of your relief pitchers lose 25% of their stamina. It will hurt you, but not be so harsh as to really mess your team up.

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2021.12.02 13:15 Artistic-Mistake Where you live matters

More an anecdotal FYI, but here goes; I've noticed that in areas with higher rates of post secondary educated people (ie college and higher), heightism is less of an issue socially speaking. Areas with less educated people tend to be more heightist.
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