ScientificCricketer
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I have wrote over 80-90 pages now, but all the parts are fairly easy as opposed to an introduction. A good introduction basically tells one if the book they are about to read is good or not. A perfect introduction will make the reader rate 5/5 on "intersting". I am not talking about the Prologue, but Chapter 1. Chapter 1 usually introduces the characters, the settings, etc. This is NOT my complete introduction, I still need to add to it, but is the 1 I have already written so far, good?
Whatever I write, I have a special way for the title. I write the whole story and the book, THEN I name the title, so the title is actually relevant to the book. Thus, I have no title so far.
Please be free to express your concerns, issues with the introduction, direct or indirect critism, opinions on how good or bad it is, etc. The more the intro. is fine-tuned by different people, the better the introduction will be.
Also, one more thing. What image does the introduction give you about the book? What do you think the book is about? What category do you think it belongs in? What do you think it will have (romance, action, humor, etc.)? What do you expect from the book after you have read the introduction. You don't have to write pages of answers, just a line or two of your opinion on each.
P.S. Please don't say that the introduction doesn't tell you a lot about the book itself - that's for me to judge.
Here is the introduction:
It was nocturnal, with clouds encircling the quarter moon, and the wind blowing the leaves around, when a shrill cry cut through the silence of the roomy night “Bravo!!!” “Bravo come here!” yelled his mother. Bravo had the look of his mother much, black wavy hair, the ends falling over the sides of his head, none on the front, his eyes with the blackish glow, and the tanned skin of Bravo. His lips were curved, and Bravo smiled most of the times. His nose was, like his mother, short. Bravo often left the house to explore some of the wonders nature had thrown at South-Western Earth or known as the small city of Orpia. Orpia had a river, in the heart of the city was a lake, very small, and the city had all types of food. Bravo heard the call for him and sighed. One step out exploring and back into his house. His mother had never let him outside. He went back into his small house, or cottage. It was small but nonetheless cozy. “Dinner is ready, so come here” called out his mother. Bravo sat down with his two brothers, Ojo and John. Bravo was the oldest having the responsibility of his two brothers-Bravos was 16 and Ojo and John 13. Ojo and John looked very similar, sometimes hard to tell them apart, they had the same black wavy hair, same black eyes, only a little darker skin, and a straight smile. The threesome did their prayers and started eating their meal which was rice, wheat and corn. “The food is awesome, mother” said Bravo. “Eat quietly” said Ojo with a sly smile. Bravo always thought of his life when eating. He laughed out loudly. Orpia had more than 10,000 people-the people had worked hard to turn back the ruins into the cheering merry city. Bravo whispered to his two brothers “I wonder what’s out there.” John said “Out where, Bravo?” “Out there John” said Bravo pointing to the coloured windows and up onto the sky. “Wow your weird…mate” said Ojo slowly. “I don’t care-my dream itself is to overcome whoever is in the skies!” exclaimed Bravo. They finished the rest of their dinner without any talk and went to their beds. He looked out from his window into the so called heaven. He said to himself “Boyyy, life is sure good there, at least I guess so” And off he slept.
And yes, I like fiction.
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If you are trying to demotivate me, you two, you are failing. Your views about life are truly pitiful, I pity you two. When someone has an aim in life, no one can stop them from getting it. So if you two are just here to make me STOP writting, umm, please "gtho" (the internet slang get the hell out"). I am serious.
It would be stupidity, listening to you two. You can rant on and on, wasting my time. I checked your other answers. All I can say is, you should get a life and stop trolling. Both of you have discouraged writters to stop writting and have said negative things. I mean, really? Get a life guys. At least we write a story. You don't have the guts to spill your stories out, that is, if you have written one.
I am sure I will laugh at the irony, if I read any of your stories "Say What".
Whatever I write, I have a special way for the title. I write the whole story and the book, THEN I name the title, so the title is actually relevant to the book. Thus, I have no title so far.
Please be free to express your concerns, issues with the introduction, direct or indirect critism, opinions on how good or bad it is, etc. The more the intro. is fine-tuned by different people, the better the introduction will be.
Also, one more thing. What image does the introduction give you about the book? What do you think the book is about? What category do you think it belongs in? What do you think it will have (romance, action, humor, etc.)? What do you expect from the book after you have read the introduction. You don't have to write pages of answers, just a line or two of your opinion on each.
P.S. Please don't say that the introduction doesn't tell you a lot about the book itself - that's for me to judge.
Here is the introduction:
It was nocturnal, with clouds encircling the quarter moon, and the wind blowing the leaves around, when a shrill cry cut through the silence of the roomy night “Bravo!!!” “Bravo come here!” yelled his mother. Bravo had the look of his mother much, black wavy hair, the ends falling over the sides of his head, none on the front, his eyes with the blackish glow, and the tanned skin of Bravo. His lips were curved, and Bravo smiled most of the times. His nose was, like his mother, short. Bravo often left the house to explore some of the wonders nature had thrown at South-Western Earth or known as the small city of Orpia. Orpia had a river, in the heart of the city was a lake, very small, and the city had all types of food. Bravo heard the call for him and sighed. One step out exploring and back into his house. His mother had never let him outside. He went back into his small house, or cottage. It was small but nonetheless cozy. “Dinner is ready, so come here” called out his mother. Bravo sat down with his two brothers, Ojo and John. Bravo was the oldest having the responsibility of his two brothers-Bravos was 16 and Ojo and John 13. Ojo and John looked very similar, sometimes hard to tell them apart, they had the same black wavy hair, same black eyes, only a little darker skin, and a straight smile. The threesome did their prayers and started eating their meal which was rice, wheat and corn. “The food is awesome, mother” said Bravo. “Eat quietly” said Ojo with a sly smile. Bravo always thought of his life when eating. He laughed out loudly. Orpia had more than 10,000 people-the people had worked hard to turn back the ruins into the cheering merry city. Bravo whispered to his two brothers “I wonder what’s out there.” John said “Out where, Bravo?” “Out there John” said Bravo pointing to the coloured windows and up onto the sky. “Wow your weird…mate” said Ojo slowly. “I don’t care-my dream itself is to overcome whoever is in the skies!” exclaimed Bravo. They finished the rest of their dinner without any talk and went to their beds. He looked out from his window into the so called heaven. He said to himself “Boyyy, life is sure good there, at least I guess so” And off he slept.
And yes, I like fiction.
.If you are trying to demotivate me, you two, you are failing. Your views about life are truly pitiful, I pity you two. When someone has an aim in life, no one can stop them from getting it. So if you two are just here to make me STOP writting, umm, please "gtho" (the internet slang get the hell out"). I am serious.
It would be stupidity, listening to you two. You can rant on and on, wasting my time. I checked your other answers. All I can say is, you should get a life and stop trolling. Both of you have discouraged writters to stop writting and have said negative things. I mean, really? Get a life guys. At least we write a story. You don't have the guts to spill your stories out, that is, if you have written one.
I am sure I will laugh at the irony, if I read any of your stories "Say What".