AS Ciel stated, I do prefer third person, past tense.
Present tense happens to be very annoying for me. e.o
And first person just feels so...limiting. Like you are personally connected to the character, and that character only.
Although it does have its good points, like going more in-depth with the character, so when I find it advantageous I tend to use it.
Anywho, I joined once, long ago, a year actually, when I was WhiteWolfMoon and far less mature and a much worse writer. Saying such, I would like to introduce not only a name change but indeed an entire new form! <3
Previous Username: WhiteWolfMoon / Transparency.
New Username: The One & Only Vapor
What you'd like to be called now: TOAOV, Vapor, or Rency.
Username: The One & Only Vapor
What we will call you: TOAOV, Vapor, or Rency.
Will you critique other's work?: Yes.
Links to your story if you have any: None, but I am working on a few and have shared an excerpt from one of them below.
Anything you want us to know?: I love writing, and critiquing, so if you want ideas for a story, etc., etc. just let me know! I'd be happy to help. =3
And on yet another note, I would like to share the first few sentences of a new story I've been working on. It's a fanfiction of the Inheritance Cycle {amg, Eragon is a stunningly well-written book...!} and takes place after the 26 eggs that were protected and to be given to the new Riders have all been distributed. 8 have hatched so far, and the story centers around the 14-year-old Linnëa {yes, named after the woman who sang herself into the Menoa tree, if anyone remembers that} and her lavender dragon, Misaka.
Linnëa's gaze scorched the long, ovular stone in front of her, a tumult of emotions and thoughts whirling in her head. She had been trained a thousand times over in the knowledge of what its lavender depths concealed- a young dragon, ready to be hatched at the touch of an elf, or human- whichever it chose. Closing her eyes and trying to focus, the female elf took several long, steadying breaths, then snapped open her silver-blue eyes and quickly brushed the fingers of her left hand along the shimmering, glossy surface. She leaned forward and breathed gently on its iridescent surface, trying to glean an image of the hatchling inside. A tendril of fear touched her as the realization came, This is a dragon. A real, live dragon, that could hatch at any time. I could have hatched that dragon. Staring down in a mixture of fear and odd delight, she picked up the egg- heavy, but not surprisingly, considering that it contained a dragon ready to break free- and dashed back to her home in Ellesméra, delivering the egg to one of the older elves immediately.
Sharp gazes leaned over the egg, as though attempting to scry an image from its reflective surface as Linnëa had not long before. One elf, an ancient male with hair of starlight and eyes of a light, nearly sightless grey, reached almost tentatively for the egg, then stared back at Linnëa and asked in a grating, raspy voice, "You found her?"
Startled, Linnëa hesitated, then grumbled in an undertone, "I thought you would want a treasure such as this egg back, Vestarë-elda."
His reply was a long time in coming, then: "That is not the point, youngling. What I mean...is...you touched the egg. You should not have."
"You could not have expected me to do otherwise!" Linnëa flared, tears suddenly gathering in her eyes. "Vestarë-elda, would you have expected me to leave this poor dragon where it lay?"
Okay. I'm going to stop there. |D
But, any critique/suggestions? Please only offer if you've read at least one book {or even part of one} in the Inheritance Cycle/Eragon series c: