AG31
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A week or two ago I re-read my first three stories. I was pretty happy with the first, but had problems with the other two. One had problems with the rhythm of the sentences. I understood the problem, but couldn't get off first base to address it. The thread was enormously helpful in giving me ideas for how to go about it.
The other one presents me with a different sort of problem. That is, I'm not sure whether or not it demonstrates a tone deaf ear for the spoken word.
That's a very important feature of writing for me, and if I detect a poor ear in the first three pages I'll close the book and move on. But I find I can't tell when it's my own writing. The story in question is the only one I've written that focuses on plot and character. There's lots of talk in it (a lot of monologue as well as dialogue). I was uncomfortable writing it. I wasn't used to dealing with the question, "OK, what happens next?" I never felt that good sense of accomplishment when I finished a speaking section.
So I have two questions for anyone who's willing to dive in here.
The first is this. Do the passages of dialogue and monologue demonstrate a passable ear for the spoken word or not?
The second is this. Where they do not, can you offer any concrete suggestions for improvement?
The context is that a lieutenant is the last officer in a group of prisoners of war. He's being kept naked and tormented sexually in front of his men. Because he's male, everyone can see that he's come to enjoy it. The threat is that athe captors will kill one of his men if he does not get aroused. The story is about how he manages this situation with his men. If you want to read the whole story, it's Naked.
Here are a few excerpts.
Excerpt 1
(The main character is on hands and knees waiting for one of his men to sodomize him.)
"Hey, Loot," came a voice behind him. It was Miller. What did they want with Miller? "Loot, they... they... I can't do it Loot! What am I going to do?"
Ah! "OK, Miller, just think about those guys over there."
"It's Gemi, Loot. They've already cut him!"
"OK. Then we've got to pull this off. Just pull down your pants and masturbate yourself a hard-on. You can do it. Everyone can do it!"
Miller let out a long moan of distress. A few anxious moments later he said, "OK. I got it."
"Now stick it in me!" He felt Miller kneel behind him and put his hands on his waist, but nothing at his anus. He felt Miller's erection lie between his buttocks and then he felt it wither.
"Loot! It's gone! It's just gone!"
"OK. We'll fake it. Keep your legs together and lean down on my back and just fake it. For Gemi!"
* * *
Excerpt 2
Then, "OK, guys, pull up some dirt, have a seat and listen up. I think these people want three things. He lifted his forefinger. They want entertainment. They're gonna get it and there's nothing we can do about it. He lifted his middle finger. They want to leave you leaderless. They want to destroy all respect you have for my authority. Well, I'm not resigning. Three," he lifted his ring finger. "They want to destroy your morale. One way, of course, is to put you all in fear for your lives. Will you be picked next? Beaubain and Miller and DeAngelo were legitimately terrified."
He paused and gently bit his lip, to take a moment to process some emotion. It was sadness. He was sad at the loss of his nearly seamless public persona. He suppressed a sigh and continued.
"It would be crazy to tell you to relax, but I think I can say that I'll rise to the task of protecting you." His wry smile was met, not by chuckles, but with sympathetic looks and smiles.
"I may be over thinking on these last two things, but that's my guess. But, whether that's their plan or not, we're not going to let that happen. You'll have had a lot of different reactions to what happened out there today." He tilted his head toward the amphitheater. "That's OK. The way not to lose morale, not to fall apart, is for all of us to accept our feelings. Did I expect to get a hard-on from having a dildo shoved up my ass? No. I did not. But there's nothing to be gained by running from what you're feeling. If I want to deal with it later, when we get out, fine. But I'm not giving these guys the benefit of making me upset or guilty or demoralized. And I want you to do the same.
"I know you have a whole host of feelings. Some were aroused and are now feeling guilty. Some were aroused and are not feeling guilty." He smiled in acknowledgement of the two openly gay men in the group. "Some of you were nauseated. Whatever you're feeling, it's OK, because, you know what? We're human! We accept our feelings. And we take charge of our actions. We thank you nauseated ones for taking charge and not throwing up in our home." Scattered smiles. "If you need to jerk off, just wait for dark and go for it. But while we're here we don't get involved in personal attachments, or angry acting out. Accept our feelings. Control our behavior. OK? Repeat after me, 'We're human!'" Almost all did. "Work on it.
"We need to keep busy, and one thing is we'll do a half hour of calisthenics twice a day, once after breakfast and once after the 'entertainment hour.' It's a good way to release nervous tension. Barbo, you'll be in charge of calisthenics. If you decide on jumping jacks, I'm going to invoke executive privilege and do something else, like sit ups. There's just so many assaults on my dignity I can handle," he chuckled.
McSpadden spoke up. "Hey, Loot, while you were out there a bunch of us thought it might be a good idea if we stripped down too, sort of for solidarity, you know? But the guards out there," he motioned in the direction where a few guards were gathered out of site, "they put a stop to it."
Henderson smiled. "Sounds like a brilliant idea to me. Too bad you couldn't implement it."
* * * *
Excerpt 3
(Same situation the next day, but a different person.)
Then he heard Kretschmer's voice. "Hey, Loot. It's me. I can’t believer they picked me. You know this isn't something I wanted, right?" Kretschmer was one of their two openly gay men. Henderson felt some sense of relief. At least it wouldn't be a replay of yesterday. He wouldn't have to manage Kretschmer while trying to abase himself before the enemy officer.
"Not to worry, Krteschmer. Do what you have to do. It's for those three guys."
"It looks like Kintebe is their pick today. They've already cut him. Oh, God, Loot, this just isn't right!" he said as he spat on his fingers several times and moistened Henderson's anus and rectum. He slowly worked his way in. "Oh, God, Loot. No part of me is enjoying this except my prick."
"Kretschmer, if you don't stop apologizing I won't keep this hard-on. Kintebe needs us to put on a show." What Henderson really wanted to say was Don't distract me from this experience! Kretschmer shut up and Henderson shifted his focus to the officer's boots.
The other one presents me with a different sort of problem. That is, I'm not sure whether or not it demonstrates a tone deaf ear for the spoken word.
That's a very important feature of writing for me, and if I detect a poor ear in the first three pages I'll close the book and move on. But I find I can't tell when it's my own writing. The story in question is the only one I've written that focuses on plot and character. There's lots of talk in it (a lot of monologue as well as dialogue). I was uncomfortable writing it. I wasn't used to dealing with the question, "OK, what happens next?" I never felt that good sense of accomplishment when I finished a speaking section.
So I have two questions for anyone who's willing to dive in here.
The first is this. Do the passages of dialogue and monologue demonstrate a passable ear for the spoken word or not?
The second is this. Where they do not, can you offer any concrete suggestions for improvement?
The context is that a lieutenant is the last officer in a group of prisoners of war. He's being kept naked and tormented sexually in front of his men. Because he's male, everyone can see that he's come to enjoy it. The threat is that athe captors will kill one of his men if he does not get aroused. The story is about how he manages this situation with his men. If you want to read the whole story, it's Naked.
Here are a few excerpts.
Excerpt 1
(The main character is on hands and knees waiting for one of his men to sodomize him.)
"Hey, Loot," came a voice behind him. It was Miller. What did they want with Miller? "Loot, they... they... I can't do it Loot! What am I going to do?"
Ah! "OK, Miller, just think about those guys over there."
"It's Gemi, Loot. They've already cut him!"
"OK. Then we've got to pull this off. Just pull down your pants and masturbate yourself a hard-on. You can do it. Everyone can do it!"
Miller let out a long moan of distress. A few anxious moments later he said, "OK. I got it."
"Now stick it in me!" He felt Miller kneel behind him and put his hands on his waist, but nothing at his anus. He felt Miller's erection lie between his buttocks and then he felt it wither.
"Loot! It's gone! It's just gone!"
"OK. We'll fake it. Keep your legs together and lean down on my back and just fake it. For Gemi!"
* * *
Excerpt 2
Then, "OK, guys, pull up some dirt, have a seat and listen up. I think these people want three things. He lifted his forefinger. They want entertainment. They're gonna get it and there's nothing we can do about it. He lifted his middle finger. They want to leave you leaderless. They want to destroy all respect you have for my authority. Well, I'm not resigning. Three," he lifted his ring finger. "They want to destroy your morale. One way, of course, is to put you all in fear for your lives. Will you be picked next? Beaubain and Miller and DeAngelo were legitimately terrified."
He paused and gently bit his lip, to take a moment to process some emotion. It was sadness. He was sad at the loss of his nearly seamless public persona. He suppressed a sigh and continued.
"It would be crazy to tell you to relax, but I think I can say that I'll rise to the task of protecting you." His wry smile was met, not by chuckles, but with sympathetic looks and smiles.
"I may be over thinking on these last two things, but that's my guess. But, whether that's their plan or not, we're not going to let that happen. You'll have had a lot of different reactions to what happened out there today." He tilted his head toward the amphitheater. "That's OK. The way not to lose morale, not to fall apart, is for all of us to accept our feelings. Did I expect to get a hard-on from having a dildo shoved up my ass? No. I did not. But there's nothing to be gained by running from what you're feeling. If I want to deal with it later, when we get out, fine. But I'm not giving these guys the benefit of making me upset or guilty or demoralized. And I want you to do the same.
"I know you have a whole host of feelings. Some were aroused and are now feeling guilty. Some were aroused and are not feeling guilty." He smiled in acknowledgement of the two openly gay men in the group. "Some of you were nauseated. Whatever you're feeling, it's OK, because, you know what? We're human! We accept our feelings. And we take charge of our actions. We thank you nauseated ones for taking charge and not throwing up in our home." Scattered smiles. "If you need to jerk off, just wait for dark and go for it. But while we're here we don't get involved in personal attachments, or angry acting out. Accept our feelings. Control our behavior. OK? Repeat after me, 'We're human!'" Almost all did. "Work on it.
"We need to keep busy, and one thing is we'll do a half hour of calisthenics twice a day, once after breakfast and once after the 'entertainment hour.' It's a good way to release nervous tension. Barbo, you'll be in charge of calisthenics. If you decide on jumping jacks, I'm going to invoke executive privilege and do something else, like sit ups. There's just so many assaults on my dignity I can handle," he chuckled.
McSpadden spoke up. "Hey, Loot, while you were out there a bunch of us thought it might be a good idea if we stripped down too, sort of for solidarity, you know? But the guards out there," he motioned in the direction where a few guards were gathered out of site, "they put a stop to it."
Henderson smiled. "Sounds like a brilliant idea to me. Too bad you couldn't implement it."
* * * *
Excerpt 3
(Same situation the next day, but a different person.)
Then he heard Kretschmer's voice. "Hey, Loot. It's me. I can’t believer they picked me. You know this isn't something I wanted, right?" Kretschmer was one of their two openly gay men. Henderson felt some sense of relief. At least it wouldn't be a replay of yesterday. He wouldn't have to manage Kretschmer while trying to abase himself before the enemy officer.
"Not to worry, Krteschmer. Do what you have to do. It's for those three guys."
"It looks like Kintebe is their pick today. They've already cut him. Oh, God, Loot, this just isn't right!" he said as he spat on his fingers several times and moistened Henderson's anus and rectum. He slowly worked his way in. "Oh, God, Loot. No part of me is enjoying this except my prick."
"Kretschmer, if you don't stop apologizing I won't keep this hard-on. Kintebe needs us to put on a show." What Henderson really wanted to say was Don't distract me from this experience! Kretschmer shut up and Henderson shifted his focus to the officer's boots.