Sci Fi & Fantasy / Opal's Tale [part.1]

There is something strange about the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle. It calls out to not become the same, to not be part of the greater picture. So much time spent constructing a beautiful framework and now this little piece will make it perfect, and all will be known that can be known, all mystery dispersed and dreams banished. The thought of what it could be is so much greater than the finished picture.
Opal dropped the final piece. She had never completed a jigsaw. She stood to take her books to the counter, then stopped and tore the last page out of each one.
“Just these, please.”
“That’ll be a fair sum, young lady,” the shopkeeper said.
“That’s okay.”
“Well…” he began “I suppose a fine young woman like yourself can have a little discount from Old Tom, hey? <i>Gaha!</i>”
“Thankyou.” said Opal as she handed over a golden crescent.
“<i>Gaa!</i> That’s a lot of money, Miss! You sure you wanna pay that much?”
“It’s fine.”
“Right right.” Tom opened a drawer behind the desk and threw the crescent in, “You better take this then. Least I can do.” He handed her a velvet-bound book.
“Thankyou.”
“Special offer, see it as. From my stuff box. Don’t know what it is, mind, people just dump them with me. <i>Gaha!</i>” Tom looked back at the golden coin, eyes wide.
“It’s very kind of you,” said Opal as she opened the book. She flicked to the end and tore the last page out.
Tom looked back. “Anyhow, you did complete that jigsaw for me. Good customer attraction that is.”
“Oh, I didn’t finish it,” Opal said as she left the shop and stepped outside.

The sun cast the street a strange tone of gold and orange as it took its last steps towards the horizon, a cool edge betraying the lurking winter. Soon it would be cold again and the fires would be lit and the chimneys would smoke.
Opal walked down the cobbled street, the sun gifting her hair with a golden halo. She hated winter and all it brought – the cold, the death, the stranglehold on the world.
Most of her life had been spent under a giant oak outside of Calencape, sitting or reading or sleeping. Opal had no family and the orphanage maids expected them all to grow up quickly and be thrown out to the wider world to fend for themselves. The orphanage was a cruel home…it was survival of the biggest, loudest and most violent and Opal was anything but. Many a joke had been passed at the orphanage about her being the city’s thousand and first paradox, but she didn’t find life too hard - her parents had left a lot of money and shopkeepers pitied her. She was slight rather than small and had these shiny blue eyes and straight blonde hair like a girl from a fairytale. Perhaps the epitome of pretty. It favoured her.
Opal clutched her new books to her breast as the coming winter blew its icy breath over Calencape. The sun touched the horizon but she carried on to the northern gate, towards the hill and her tree regardless.

A ragdoll Opal stumbled blindly up the rise, the hands of banshees tugging at her skirt, tugging at her hair. Icy needles stung her face and numbed her hands but she kept walking.
“Wind and rain please calm your rage, send a storm another day…”
The words were whipped from Opal’s lips and span into nothingness. She clutched the books closer to her chest.
“I have only this rhyme to say, and ask of you to please abey…”
High above, the banshees screeched and laughed, mocking the little girl below them.
“Your ways and paths I do not know, what it was that angered you so…”
Opal closed her eyes and braced herself as the wind slammed into her and thunder rolled over her.
“I ask of you to leave this way, and grant me passage if I may.”
An unseen hand knocked Opal off her feet and she rolled backwards down the hill. Gasping for breath, she lifted her head, but could see little more than a few paces away. She closed her eyes and knelt, rain washing away her tears and wind silencing her sobs.
Her hair fell around her, dripping and matted but beautiful even in this chaotic turmoil. <i>How amazing,</i> she thought. <i>How amazing that even in the cruellest of times beauty can still be found and…</i>thunder rolled, enveloped her, held her in a calmer place for a second then dropped her back into the mighty clutch of the Winterwind.
All strength had gone from her legs, but the banshees held her up, spinning her round and pushing her onwards. For a moment she was falling, then icy fingers caught her and forced her forwards, the wind howling in laughter and the banshees screeching and--

Tranquillity wrapped its silencing cloak around Opal and the tempest no longer battered her. It was peaceful - she was under her oak now. The grass was dry, the leaves green and the sweet smell of pollen pervaded the air. Opal turned her head back the way she had come. Icy arrows drove the life from the earth in a relentless volley, but Opal was safe. It was warm and silent in the arms of the tree. Respite at last.
She sniffed and rubbed her hair, shaking the rainwater out. She hung her clothes over a branch to dry and curled into a hollow in the roots, her new books in her lap, gazing into the canopy above her.
<i>Hello Opal.</i>
“Hello Oak,” she said, combing the knots from her hair. I bought some new books today. I think you’ll like them.”
The tree laughed and it’s leaves rustled.
<i>The Northwind speaks of change, Opal. Perhaps soon you will have to leave your books. Calencape may not be your home forever.</i>
“It has never been my home, Oak.”
It paused.
<i>Yes, yes. I have thought so for quite some time now.</i>
Opal smiled and fell asleep.

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FrakKevin avatar General Stranger

October 10, 2009

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For some reason this reminds me of the show pushing daisy. I just picture your main character as this bubbly girl and I liked her rhymes. This kind of started in the middle. Like I can’t judge the plot based on just this one chapter. Grammar wise I didn’t spot anything. I would give chapter 2 a try based on the creative dialog and setting.

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October 08, 2009

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I can’t imagine what the plot of the story is. I feel like I’m missing something. I understand that this girl/woman lives at the bottom of the oak tree and it talks. It appears she completed the puzzle but then she said she didn’t. As a matter of fact, I’m a little confused. I’ve read it three times and I still feel like something’s missing. The town pities her. Her parents left her money. No history is given really.

Although I can say your descriptions are good. – ‘The sun cast the street a strange tone…’

’...she rolled backwards down the hill. Gasping for breath, she lifted her head…’ – I feel like you should have something here. How did she land? On her stomach? On her back? Did it knock the wind out of her?

’...hands of banshees tugging at her skirt, tugging at her hair.’ – then you say – ’...but the banshees held her up, spinning her round and pushing her onwards.’ Are the banshees helping her? First they are picking at her like a bully picking on someone, then you have them hold her up, yet spinning her around. I feel like there’s a contradiction.

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September 18, 2009

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Hi—well, I’m already hooked, page 1. I do like your opening, but I think it could be refined just a bit more (because I’ve already seen what you’re capable of). A small stream of consciousness about her compulsion to leave things unfinished in your more poetic style might actually work here as an opening. Nothing lengthy, or too high-handed, but just one to four lines that also vaguely foreshadow the character, or underlying theme of the story. Do you know what I mean?
This is the italics not working, correct? “Gaa!

Now, wouldn’t the store owner have reaction to her weirdness, such as the unfinished puzzle, and--especially--the tearing pages out of the books? A bit of a quirky stare, something… This would also pull us a little deeper into Opal’s world right from the get-go. People probably give her strange looks. How does she react? Does she care? Or, if he knows her already, might he shake his head, roll his eyes, something? It could be a “show-don’t-tell moment.

Okay, Opal’s description--once again, its good, but I know you can do even better :). I don’t think using a little bit more descriptive (and even poetic) style on this would do any harm. Make us feel her fairy-tale looks--like you did for me with the woman rising out of the sea in your other piece. I saw in that piece that you have a good sense of imagery, but seem to instinctively know when to back off before it arrives at florid.
Page 3… is amazing!!! I love this odd but fascinating girl! You do well here in capturing her ethereal beauty and other-worldliness.
Okay--the ending, and I am sad. I want more! I would read this--and your other piece—in a heartbeat. A second strength… You have the ability to create characters that are captivating, and we care almost instantly for them.
My only “criticism”, I think that as good as this is, you have the ability to wring even more from this piece. As stated above a more dream-like opening that would capture the essence of Opal--even a poem that leads the chapter, would work well with this piece. Also, her physical description--enhance this and make us feel her beauty, rather than just tell us. *You are doing this in other places, but the one paragraph we all have to do to give the reader that physical description can shine.
You are very gifted! Choose one or the other of these and start writing with a goal of completing a book. You are ready and able. I would buy it.  

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September 13, 2009

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I like the story.  It’s unexpected with several elements worth looking into.  There is some passive here and there that should be weeded out but is well written.  
Here are some critical notes I took:

(There is something strange about the last…finished picture.)
These four opening sentences should be cut.  They don’t serve any purpose other than blatantly stating a theme.  The plot isn’t moving forward.  If there is a philosophy you want to convey let it come out by the actions of your story. The reader can draw similarities between the last page in a book and the last piece of a puzzle without narration- it insults the readers intelligence to inform them of something they can figure out unassisted.

(Gaha!)
I don’t know what that is, but it’s used about 103 times.

(a cool edge betraying the lurking winter.)
The analogy is a good one with a great visual, but this bit should be clarified.

(Many a joke had been passed at the orphanage about her being the city’s thousand and first paradox)
Seems like kind of an obscure insult for children to be throwing around at an orphanage.  
(Perhaps the epitome of pretty.)
This physical trait does not often lend itself to peer bullying.

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August 16, 2009

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I like this. The character if very interesting in her desire(?) to leave things unfinished. It makes one wonder how the story will end.

I also really like what you did with the oak. Is it really ‘alive’ or is it just her imagination?

The only thing I can really see that may need fixing are the italics. They’re not working so all I see is: “Hello Opal.

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August 06, 2009

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This has moments of really great stuff, but I also found it a little confusing in places.

The traditional point to make is one show the story, don’t tell the story and in some ways I could say that about this piece.  You start off with a large paragraph that is sort of telling us something.

However, the problem with that analysis that it’s actually quite well written.  The real problem I think is that it’s not entirely clear that those are Opal’s thoughts.  Part of why I say that is that I’m not sure I quite agree with it, especially as a bald statement of ‘fact’, but it’s acceptable as someone’s thoughts.

In other words, it needs to be clearer that these are Opal’s feelings, not a statement by a third-person narrator.

There are easy ways to fix that – you could have her speak them.  The shopkeeper could express puzzlement at her not completing it and she could explain why.

But to some extent I would actually remove it.  Or at least replace it – have Opal looking at the jigsaw, admiring it thinking about the nearness of perfection.  Then have her look at the last piece, examine it, before finally throwing it away.  That way you leave it for the reader to fill in some gaps and make it a little more engaging – get them to think about Opal and her behaviour, rather than just state her thinking.

But there are other aspects – it seems a bit random that a bookshop has a jigsaw somewhere for people to fill out.  I’d go into the background a bit more on that – is the jigsaw in the back room and Opal is a friend of the shopkeeper?  Perhaps he’d let her in to sit next to the fire to get out of the cold and she does the jigsaw?

It just feels a bit like something is missing.

Her tearing the pages out of the books.  I can see why she does it, for the same reason as the jigsaw, but it seems a little odd that the shopkeeper doesn’t mention it at all.  Is that because he’s seen her do it before?

This is especially confusing since she tears the pages out before she’s paid for them.  I’d have thought a shopkeeper would make a comment about her damaging his merchandise.

Also – the price.  Is his comment about it being a lot of money sarcastic or realistic?  Is a golden crescent a lot or a little?  Also, why is she effectively setting the price of the books and not him telling her how much they are like in a normal shop?

With the banshees – this seems to be a non-standard definition of banshees.  They come across more as ice/snow gods/devils than the banshees of Irish mythology.  Also are they real or is that meant to be allegorical?  It seems a bit unclear whether they’re just a metaphorical representation or actual banshees.

I also got confused in that they seem to behave contradictorily – in one part they’re knocking her off her feet and then they’re catching her and holding her up?  I didn’t really get that.

The (magical?) tree was a nice touch, although I got a bit mixed up with the orphanage.

Are you saying Opal used to be an orphan at an orphanage and now she lives under the tree?  How old is she if she’s lived half her life there then?  Or is it that she ran away from the orphanage – this doesn’t seem to be properly covered.

To some extent I’d say quite a lot of these are covered by the show don’t tell point I was making earlier.  This is sufficiently well written that it sort of doesn’t apply, but without proper use it’s leading to some points of confusion.

In other words, if you had a proper flashback/reminiscence to the orphanage (which could come later – it doesn’t have to be here) you could cover what you needed too properly and in more active and engaging scenes.

I hope that makes sense and helps – I enjoyed it more than the above criticism suggests, but I think it just needs a tweak in terms of story telling structure and it’ll be really good.

CSNS avatar General Stranger

May 17, 2009

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This seems to be a very different story indeed. I believe this is the first time I review any of your works so I am not sure what you had written previously.
I like Opal, she sounds mystic. I can picture the way she looks a little since you give description of her hair and eyes. However, you may want to add a little bit on her body, is she tall, petite? ...
I love the jigsaw and the idea that she tears the pages out of each book.
You have a good flow.
I think you should add a little bit as to why she was picked on in the orphanage, and why she was called the city’s thousands and one paradox. That would help the reader understand why she is different and also get closer to her. Good luck and happy wirting.

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May 10, 2009

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I like the beginning comment about jigsaw puzzles. I think I like Opal. She’s quiet and a loner, just like me. I can definitely relate to her.

If this is the beginning of the story, then maybe you shouldn’t put all the backstory here at once. Add it later.

The part about the storm confused me a little. It was raining and thundering in just that small section between the shop and the tree? Why?

You left some questions that could be answered in later chapters, so that’s good. It’ll keep the reader wanting to know more. I wanted to know more about the tree and why it could talk, but I guess I’ll have to find out later.

You have creative talent, so keep up the good work!

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March 30, 2009

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As for your questions: there may be many other characters in fiction, just like Opal; I can understand the desire to be different; sure, but my mind won’t let me picture her with blond hair; no, not particularly; it works very well; and I see no problem with the flow of the story.

- “gold crescent” Interesting form of currency, perhaps there is some subtle way of defining the size.

- “A ragdoll Opal…tugging her hair.” the beginning of the sentence looks awkward.

- “An unseen hand” perhaps this is an example where you can “show instead of telling”. For example perhaps you could describe the trajectory of her body.

- Again, pollen is usually associated with allergies rather than pleasant smells

-Beautiful ending

BluPhoenix28 avatar General Stranger

February 22, 2009

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Please read my profile for notes to the reviewed.

Okay, first off, let me answer your questions.

I think Opal is nuts. A fun kinda nuts, but nuts all the same.

Can I relate to her, kinda. She seems to have an optimism that would be nice to have, but to be honest I didn’t have enough workings of her internal mind in either internal monologue or exposition to really make a firm call on that one.

What’s really weird is that I came up with an image of her before I read your description, and it was eerily similar, so yes, I can visualize her somewhat.

I feel pity and amusement towards her. I feel bad about her life story and the things that seem to disrupt her life. She also amuses me with her eccentric ways.

The opening did get me. I was asking myself, “Why the hell are we starting with jigsaws” It had me hooked for the next few lines. You did a wonderful job of not dragging that out and moving directly into Opal. Well done.

The speech in the beginning didn’t go as smoothly as it could have. The interlaced Gaa’s were a bit distracting because I really couldn’t tell where there were coming from and what they meant. The dialogue at the end was just fine.

Now, a few other comments:

Don’t feel afraid to flesh out the description of the town or the road that she is traveling. This is the first and most important chance to impress upon your reader the concept that this is not our world, not our reality. Flesh it out, but don’t overwhelm us with terms unique to this universe of yours. Introduce those slowly. Something like this would have helped a great bit, because all of a sudden there were banshees overhead and pulling at her, with little to no warning for her or the reader.

Overall, I liked it. I just feel it needs more to cement all of it in the mind of the reader: descriptions of the environment, more internal workings of Opal’s mind, and possibly exposition with bits of history about the oak, the town, the banshees, or anything else in your universe you deem important.

Interested in seeing the next piece.

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