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Alright, my entry's in. Sorry if this was inconvenient; it took longer than I predicted.
When does this contest end?
And do the fanfictions have to end or can they also have open endings?
The opening of the story was not too easy to follow due to it being a run-on sentence. You'd want to keep each subject to their own sentence, so the last part about a lady on the beach could be separated from the rest. (There also seems to be a contradiction in a lady being on a beach that was earlier described as deserted).It was in a deserted beach, where the winds of the sea life blew with their salty grace as they repelled the sounds of the bustling city, on the damp sand that melded perfectly with the rocks around, there was a young lady lying on her back.
A bit of proof reading would have helped too, so that small things like 'a man between man and machine' wouldn't crop up.Thousands of eons ago, there was a man between man and machine!
Doesn't need the plural there, I feel.There was a special kind of inhabitants in here,
Sometimes you used these stand-alone lines to continue the story, but they more interrupted the pacing and the use of ellipses seemed odd. A bit more spacing would have helped too with presentation in this case.Until the marginated attacked...
From all around, those who were called freaks, crazy ones,
of. I am not sure what relevance their names had besides to maybe make this one distinct to the name of the other, which didn't work too well given their names were very similar.A Blurb by the name or Coriccio
Missing a space there, which is something a spell/grammar checker would have certainly caught.Hatred. They couldn't possibly hate eachother more now...
confused me; I didn't think there was much of a difference between those two ages with fashion in the first place, and certainly not a difference that bears much need to comment on, let alone be a reason as to why her Pokémon would be neglected. The speech of her promising to change her ways, so to speak (or at least not forget about her Pokémon), also seemed overdone and went on for a bit too long.the ten-year-old Johto native who dressed more like a twelve-year-old
voice louded isn't a proper phrase, and a comma should have been used after coming."I'm coming." my voice louded.
Generally, numbers smaller than 100 ought to be written out with letters, so nine rather than 9. This line didn't make much sense to me either - how is this the case, exactly?It was as if the 9 months that she had carried me gave her the ability to look
right through me, as if my feelings were written on my forehead.
I only could rememember [sic] the scars that were written on my heart and repeating the scenes in my head... over and over again.
His Ninetales followed suit, she was a fiery character to say the least!
And the same here. They work well enough independently from one another, so you might as well have it that way rather than try to join them up.I can't quite remember where that argument ended, after all we had countless
altercations during our time together.
This seemed a bit odd - why would he need to inform them when the squad scrambling around suggests they already know they are in trouble, and that Surge knows they are aware of this?I remember standing watching as my squad scrambled around, looking for an escape. To me escape was impossible. However, before I had a chance to inform them of our impending doom
There were a few cases towards the end where I was not capitalised, such as here. Another comment of this sort was that ellipses were overused particularly in the second half. Although they do make sense I suppose given Surge is reminiscing here, there were too many of those.Raichu followed me after i was discharged
Here's another instance:She was doing well until she forgot about one root five yards from the field.
Her knee hit the grass first, and her arms landed before her face.
She lay like that for a minute or so until the aching subsided.
It was late in the year, and the earth had a stale smell.
She got up, and checked to see where she was hurt.
Her elbows were fine, but her right knee was bleeding through her dress.
The continued similar length disrupted the pacing somewhat, but only slightly.She closed her eyes for the brief flash from the Apricorn Ball, and there stood Kiri, her young Heracross.
The large beetle looked around, and then looked at Moriko, wondering what needed to be done.
There was nothing she had to do, though, and Moriko simply patted her on the horn and sat down.
Now that she could see Kiri—her eyes, anyway—Moriko understood what had been bothering her all afternoon.
She had always thought of Kiri as her friend, ever since her father had caught her.
Minor presentation thing - could have used an additional line of spacing between these two parts.But now the more she thought, the less she knew. Whether it came from the outsiders or had been buried in her since her early years, doubt was in her heart. She wanted to be better than them, and she had to know for sure.
She put her hand on Kiri's horn again, and spoke softly. "Kiri, I need you to sleep in the trees tonight. Do you understand?"