Don't really like this sentence. Makes it seem like the protagonist's more concerned about his patient's appearance than health. Possible alternative:If I don’t calm him down soon, his heart is going to beat out every drop of blood and he’ll be paler than Death.
(2)If I don’t calm him down soon, his heart is going to beat out every drop of blood. There are worse ways to die, I know, but frankly, I'd prefer we avoided that altogether.
Typo. Should be an 'I' at the start of that, not an 'it'.It told him a lot of my own adventures protecting the city or travelling the world, like the time I was blinded by some sand thrown in my eyes.
Would work better as a last sentence to a prologue, unless that's what this is. Even then, it's pretty heavy-handed foreshadowing. Possible alternative, giving the story a bit more closure:I used to be a great hero. One of the first, I believe; the first to wear a costume, anyway. But I grew up in an age where heroes were just the ones that survived a war. I survived longer than maybe I should have. I feel my time is almost at its end.
Other than that, good and tightly-written. Reminds me a little of the Dresden Files, though maybe that's just me. Would be nice to see some more from this 'verse.I used to be a great hero. One of the first, I believe; the first to wear a costume, anyway. But I grew up in an age where heroes were just the ones that survived a war. I survived longer than maybe I should have. It only seems fair to spread the favour around a little, when I can.
Yeah, I figured out what that sentence was supposed to mean, but it still felt too ambiguous.Yeah, I don't think I re-read through this one with a red pen like I've been doing with a lot of my work, especially short stories, lately. Did it recently with a short story where I re-worked the ending completely. The editing I did for it? There were so many pencil marks, I could barely see the story, anymore.
Another thing I'm starting to do more is have friends look at the story before I send it anywhere. It gets a second eye at it, questions phrases or story elements that I hadn't considered, etc.
As for the blood loss statement, it's not meant to be his appearance. If they lose enough blood, they'll be paler than Death. As in, you know, dead. Ugh, looking back at it, I want to fix that sentence, now. Too late!
Anyway, thanks for the feedback, man. Maybe I'll send you a story or two for harsh editing sometime. And thank so much for all the positive feedback, guys. I'm thinking of writing more short stories within this universe, to flesh out Integrity City and St. Mignola further, before tackling it head-on with the novel I'm working on.
If the revolver is your standard revolver, the way the bullets would have removed would be the extractor attached to the cylinder would be pushed back, ejecting all the bullets at once. It is difficult to pull the bullets of a revolver out one by one because they are a tight fit. As for spinning the chamber, it would make it quite difficult to extract the bullets as the extractor is now spinning as well so when you pushed it back, the bullets would fly everywhere.The punk considers this for a moment before handing the gun over to me. It’s a simple six-shooter. I spin the chamber slowly, dropping each bullet onto the floor, then stuff the gun into my pocket. “Good,” I tell him. “Now sit down.”
I just had something of a realization when I wrote about my history of writing on a LiveJournal community:
In just this year, alone, I'm going to have four - FOUR! - short stories published in three different places (two stories published in Thousand Faces). The first was earlier this year, in The Country Connection (my first and so far only paid work), then Thousand Faces.
Now, finally, my short story about my battle with Depression, The Never Ending Battle, is being published in Open Mind's Quarterly. It'll be out in a few short weeks.
Could it be that I'm...an actual writer?
Cheers to you! I have a friend, and every so often he just stops and goes 'Woah. Rob. I'm a scientist!'I just had something of a realization when I wrote about my history of writing on a LiveJournal community:
In just this year, alone, I'm going to have four - FOUR! - short stories published in three different places (two stories published in Thousand Faces). The first was earlier this year, in The Country Connection (my first and so far only paid work), then Thousand Faces.
Now, finally, my short story about my battle with Depression, The Never Ending Battle, is being published in Open Mind's Quarterly. It'll be out in a few short weeks.
Could it be that I'm...an actual writer?