He awoke in a cell, clothes were half torn. His shirt was dirty
with mud all over, jeans had holes in the leg areas as if he was attacked by a
few dogs. This cell has a small bed with thin sheets and a soft, medium sized
blanket. Its walls were thin as he could hear a few other people but he started
to wonder where he was and how he got there. He has a watch that is cracked and
as the hands started to slowly turn he realized that it was the only way he
would be able to know what the time is so he decided he needed a way to keep
track of it. He had a small knife in his pocket and he knew he could use it to
carve into the walls. After he checked his watch and carved the time on the
wall as tally marks he found that under his bed was a change of clothes. As he
was already skeptical this drew his curiosity even more because he changed
clothes and they actually fit him perfectly. After a few minutes his memory
started to come back and he remembered his name and it was Trevor. Trevor was a
middle-aged man who had some training on survival through his time in JROTC in
high school. He had been working as a security officer as a side job for the
past few years and the last thing he remembered was working a concert. He was
married with one child, a wife named Karen and a son named Charlie. Their last
day together went like this. “Good morning” sweetheart, proclaimed Trevor to
his wife. “Morning” said Karen as they woke up from their slumber. They owned a
2-story house with two cars and a garage. Karen worked as an accountant and
Trevor was a construction worker. Their son Charlie went to a private school
and he was in his second year of high school. “What are your plans today honey”
asked Karen as Trevor was off today. Trevor replied “I have to go to the job
sight and pick up my check and later this evening I have to be security at the
concert but I can take Charles to school before I go to the sight”. Karen then
said that “After the concert are we still going to meet at the restaurant for
our anniversary dinner?” “Yes, honey and I’ll make sure to pay the babysitter
double because we are going to have a long night” and they both chuckled and
kissed as they went to shower and get dressed for the day. Trevor was the first
to go downstairs and was shocked to see that Charlie was already in the kitchen
and he had made breakfast for everyone. “hey dad, are you still going to take
me to school? If so you don’t have to my friend is coming to pick me up.” That
was good news to him as he didn’t have to rush his son to school and he could
run a few more errands before the dinner. Trevor was a little curious and asked
his son what friend he was riding with as the last time Charlie went out with
friends they had to bail him out of jail. “I met this girl named Lila, she’s a
freshman in college.” Trevor was ecstatic that his son was friends with a
college female but he then said, “hey don’t tell your mom because she would
flip out and kill both of us, she wouldn’t like you talking to an older
girl”.He then gave his son a high five
and gave him a nudge on the head. Karen then walked down the stairs and heard
them in laughter and asked what they were talking about. “Dad was trying to
tell me how to talk to girls”. Karen laughed and said “You shouldn’t listen to
your father because when we first met he was shy, I guess he was intimidated by
me, I guess it’s because I was a strong woman who wasn’t flattered by his
charm.” They all started laughing and got ready for the day. They told him that
the babysitter would be there around 6pm. Charlie said why do I need someone to
watch me and I’m a sophomore in high school and they said because he couldn’t
be trusted so for the next couple of that would be his punishment. A horn
honked outside and it was Lila. Charlie gave his mother a kiss on the cheek and
his father a hug as he left out the door. They looked at the time and noticed
that it was time to leave and start their day. Karen left first as she took
their 2015 Chevrolet impala and went to her office. Trevor then made a call to
his friend bob who had a few connections and he hooked Trevor up with a table
at the best restaurant in town. Trevor then left the house in their 2015 BMW
3-series.He stopped by his construction
sight and was welcomed at the front gate and then preceded to his building.
Before he could get through the gate the guard warned him to tread carefully as
people were getting fired left and right but Trevor wasn’t worried as he was
sure his job was safe as he had been with the company for years. He drove up to
the building and got out of the car and went into his boss’s office and on the
way into the building two men in black suits came out and bumped into him but
because they had on black glasses he couldn’t make out their faces. He watched
as they walked down the stairs and got into a black SUV. He then walked into
the office and saw his boss. His boss then stopped him before he could take a
step closer to his desk. “Hey Trevor I’m glad you are here I was just about to
call you.” Trevor asked who were those guys in the suits as he was skeptical.
His boss Dan said that they were from corporate but Trevor knew his boss wasn’t
telling him everything. Dan said, “look Trevor I’m going to be as blunt as
possible, we’ve been through a lot but I’m going to have to let you go.” Trevor
was shocked and said, “I’ve been here longer than you how can you just fire
me”. “It’s not me its corporate that’s why those suits were here”. This
argument went on for quite some time but the reason that Trevor was getting
fired was not as plain as Dan was making it seem. After some time had went by
Trevor ended up leaving and preceded to finish his errands and make it to the
concert. Before getting to the concert he stopped at the deli to get a sub. The
stopped took longer than he expected because he ran into an old friend and they
caught up. His friends name is Ray and they went to school together and now he
was the CEO of some company, at least that’s what he told Trevor. Ray told
Trevor he had to go and make a phone call so they gave their farewell’s and each
left the deli. Because he did security Trevor had to arrive a couple hours
early and meet with the security team and go over a few things. After they went
over the plans for the night they each took to their post and people starting
coming to the front gate to attend the concert. The place was packed after an
hour and it got loud. After the show was over the cleaning crew came out to
clean but a few of them were not as they seemed. The security team finished
their sweeps and headed to the lockers to change and go home. Trevor’s station
was the furthest away and, on the way, to change he was blindsided by some of
the people who were pretending to be cleaners. He fought off a few of them but
not before they knocked him down and got in a few hits. His adrenaline was
rushing and without thought he ran to his car to get away as a way of self-preservation.
He sped threw the gate as soon as he got to his car there were a couple SUV’s parked
waiting for him just in case the three guys didn’t accomplish their mission. A high-speed
chase ensued between him and the SUV’s but they had to have had custom motor’s
because they were able to keep up with his BMW. The first truck got beside him
after weaving through traffic. The truck rammed into the car trying to knock it
off the road but wasn’t successful as a big rig truck came up quick beside it
and after ramming the BMW the SUV ran into the big rig and wrecked. The next
car weaved through the wreckage and caught up as there was a traffic jam that
stopped Trevor from putting further distance between him and the people who
were after him. There was an exit to a dirt road to the right and Trevor
quickly took it not thinking twice as he didn’t realize what would happen next.
As the chase continued they got about 10miles from civilization and the car
flipped as it was trying to make a steep turn. The wreck rendered him
unconscious and while he was out these people kidnapped him and took him to a
facility in the middle of nowhere. As his watch was slowly dying he took out
his knife and carved the marks on the wall as a way of keeping the time, date,
and days. He decided that whoever was holding him in this cell he would wait
until they revealed themselves as yelling and driving himself crazy wouldn’t
help. He started doing push ups and other small workouts to pass the time. Each
hour he would mark a tally on the wall. After a few hours someone came with a
trey of food and to his surprise the trey contained green beans, steak, and
macaroni pasta. If you’ve ever read stories about people being kidnapped and
held against their will this was not typically the food of choice given. He
asked, “Could you tell whoever is in charge that I would like to speak with
them.” The server shook his head and left and after Trevor devoured the food the
boss revealed himself. Shocked to see his old colleague he had ran into at the
deli he exclaimed, “You, I thought you were the head of a company and why am I
here.” Ray chuckled, “I’m not the person over everything but I can tell you
that I am the CEO of a company but what we do is not legal.” “I can tell you
that you are here just like the two other people here as an experiment; we like
to see how people perceive time once its stripped away.” “Don’t worry you will
be compensated afterwards.” Trevor then said, “Am I go be compensated for my
car and I didn’t agree to this so why did you kidnap me of all people?” Ray
explained that they like to experiment with different types of people and each
time its random people but he revealed they had been watching him for a few
weeks. After the talk Ray left and left Trevor alone and that’s when he got the
idea to ask the others how long they had been here and they exclaimed that the
couldn’t remember after a few days. Trevor said great and laid down. His time
sense was pretty good as another few hours had passed and he made markings on
the wall. After a few days the marks on the wall where starting to pile up.
Trevor had been here four days and started to get irritated as the man he
wanted to meet hadn’t shown up yet. During that day he noticed that one person
wasn’t there anymore. That night he went to sleep wondering what had happened
to the other gentleman that would sing bible hymns. When he awoke the next day,
he saw that all his tally marks were gone. This was a shock to him as he would
have woken up if someone came into the room at night and painted over the marks
but what surprised him even more was that the marks weren’t painted over they
were just gone as if they were never there in the first place. He yelled for
someone to come speak to him as this was an urgent matter. Ray came down and
asked what was going on. “the marks Trevor stuttered, the marks I made on the
wall are gone.” Are you sure you made markings on the wall” said Ray, “because
they just don’t disappear overnight.” Not discovering it yet but this was a
psychological experiment and each room had built in tech that could do
wonderous things. “My knife is gone as well” and again Ray said are you sure
you ever had a knife. Trevor wasn’t crazy and was sure he didn’t dream these
things so he would go on to accept that they were messing with his mind and he
continued to count the time in his head. The next few days got harder as he
soon lost count of the date and day and his time estimates got wrong as Ray
would come in every few days and mutter the time but not directly towards him.
The only thing Trevor could help keep him leveled headed was that he had a wife
and kid to get back to. The days felt like they got longer to him as he lost
his way of keeping track of everything and as they let him out the cell to wash
every morning on his walks to the shower he didn’t see a clock and because they
headed in what seemed like circles he couldn’t get a sense of hot to find a way
out. After another week to what seemed like months to him he finally decided
that the next time they let him go wash he would try to escape. Every time they
went to wash they opened the cells up electronically and they had a hologram
show them the way. So, the next day when the cells opened and everyone gathered
around to walk he made a break for it. He remembered walking around in what
felt like circles but he also remembered that he managed to see a doorway to
the left right before they turned the last corner to get to the showers. As he
got close to the end of the corridor he noticed another door before the one he
remembered seeing. He opened the door and saw a bunch of computers and some
cameras. He noticed that one of the cameras was zoomed on his cell. He then
noticed two buttons; one for opening the cell and what the other was for amazed
him. He pushed the button and what happen next was beyond disbelief. He
witnessed that the button caused some sort of effect because after pushing the
button the wall did something magical and the tally marks he wrote on the wall
reappeared and also beside the foot of the bed his knife reappeared. He started
mumbling to himself “what the f**k.” One of the guards came in and before they
had a chance to react Trevor quickly struck him in the head with a bar that was
propped up against the wall. Trevor then ran out the room to the next door and
when he opened it up he saw a room of scientist and upstairs he saw his boss
Dan and the two guys he saw walk out of the office. He then wondered what the
hell was going on and he then headed towards the stairs to go up and approach
his colleague’s. He ran up the stairs and demanded to know what was going on.
Ray told him that it was just as he told him before they were doing an experiment
but Trevor told them he didn’t like the ruse and they could have just come to
him with the idea and they said it wouldn’t have had the same affect it had if
he knew what they were doing. So, Ray and his company went to Dan’s office a
few weeks before Trevor got laid off and pitched this idea and Dan told them
about Trevor and that he would be able to beat the experiment. He told them
that Trevor had always been precise and aware about things and that his mind
was as solid as a boulder. The time experiment only lasted two weeks but it
seemed more because being in a small room behind bars limited perception and
being locked up gets you out of touch with reality the longer you stay there.
What Trevor mistook as a month was only two weeks and he didn’t go crazy. The
whole cell area was built with holographic images and advanced software that it
could imitate real things. They told him that the people he thought were there
were people from earlier tests and that they were holograms and that everyone
who goes through this test is subject to be alone and they use holograms to get
them to think they’re not. The real twist was that the Lila who his son left
with was behind it all. That day after his son and wife left Lila cut her off
on her way to work and told them everything. She was too old for Charlie and he
wasn’t her type she just needed a way to get closer to her subject.
Seriously? You've not heard of a neat little tool called the paragraph? Nearly 3000 words, or 12 standard manuscript pages without a single break? It's unreadable. Forgetting everything else, if the reader turns away for a second, they'll not find their place again.
One simple rule: Change the subject or the speaker and you begin a new paragraph.
Next, and of more importance, this is a report, not a story. You, who can't be heard or seen by the reader, are reporting and explaining, as if giving an oral report to a class. The format is, "This is the situation...the place looked like this...he did this, and then did that...and after that..."
When the story opens, do we know where we are in time and space? No, Saying he's in a cell could place him in one in Sudan or New York, Now, or any time in the past...or future. Do we know who we are. No... Apparently, our name is "he." Do we know what's going on? No to that, too. You know. Th guy in the cell knows, but shouldn't the reader know, so it makes sense as it's read?
In the present format you're presenting a report, not a story. Stories aren't talked about, second-hand, they're lived, in real-time, from within the moment the protagonist calls "now."
It's a very different approach from how we were taught to write in school, but that's because they only teach us the skills that employers want us to know, like how to write reports and essays.
Professions, like fiction-writing, medicine,etc. are learned in addition to the general skills that school gives us.
Bottom line: It's not about how well you write. It's not about your talent for writing fiction. It's not about the story. It's that you're missing the skills necessary to create writing that will—as E. L. Doctorow put it: " evoke sensation in the reader. Not the fact that it’s raining, but the feeling of being rained upon.”
If that's not the direct and continuous objective during the writing of the story it will read like a report. No way around that. And we're not told even that such an approach to writing exists in our school-days.
Does that mean you can't write? Of course not. It just means you need to dig into the tricks the pros take for granted. And the place to begin is the library's fiction-writing section.
Jay Greenstein
https://jaygreenstein.wordpress.com/category/the-craft-of-writing/the-grumpy-old-writing-coach/
Posted 3 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
3 Years Ago
Thanks for the honest critique, this is exactly what i hoped for and glad you were brutally honest
Seriously? You've not heard of a neat little tool called the paragraph? Nearly 3000 words, or 12 standard manuscript pages without a single break? It's unreadable. Forgetting everything else, if the reader turns away for a second, they'll not find their place again.
One simple rule: Change the subject or the speaker and you begin a new paragraph.
Next, and of more importance, this is a report, not a story. You, who can't be heard or seen by the reader, are reporting and explaining, as if giving an oral report to a class. The format is, "This is the situation...the place looked like this...he did this, and then did that...and after that..."
When the story opens, do we know where we are in time and space? No, Saying he's in a cell could place him in one in Sudan or New York, Now, or any time in the past...or future. Do we know who we are. No... Apparently, our name is "he." Do we know what's going on? No to that, too. You know. Th guy in the cell knows, but shouldn't the reader know, so it makes sense as it's read?
In the present format you're presenting a report, not a story. Stories aren't talked about, second-hand, they're lived, in real-time, from within the moment the protagonist calls "now."
It's a very different approach from how we were taught to write in school, but that's because they only teach us the skills that employers want us to know, like how to write reports and essays.
Professions, like fiction-writing, medicine,etc. are learned in addition to the general skills that school gives us.
Bottom line: It's not about how well you write. It's not about your talent for writing fiction. It's not about the story. It's that you're missing the skills necessary to create writing that will—as E. L. Doctorow put it: " evoke sensation in the reader. Not the fact that it’s raining, but the feeling of being rained upon.”
If that's not the direct and continuous objective during the writing of the story it will read like a report. No way around that. And we're not told even that such an approach to writing exists in our school-days.
Does that mean you can't write? Of course not. It just means you need to dig into the tricks the pros take for granted. And the place to begin is the library's fiction-writing section.
Jay Greenstein
https://jaygreenstein.wordpress.com/category/the-craft-of-writing/the-grumpy-old-writing-coach/
Posted 3 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
3 Years Ago
Thanks for the honest critique, this is exactly what i hoped for and glad you were brutally honest