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Yes a good point is all the research. Obviously an author pulls what it might be from personal experience, and there is the research to collaborate the themes of the setting where and why the story is going to be taking place.
It's hard for me to really get into this story because of the vagueness of the "little creature" and the passive voice technique used. My 2 cents/
I like to think I have a certain writing style of my own. It's just because I'm starting out. ‘What if’ can come out from a main idea. Check out what I lately wrote, and tell if I should post 'invisible' under header Fantasy at the other’s group's board location?http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/1...
The little creature had come up to far. Farther than it had in its thoughts so far. It was inhibitive to the forces that pushed and pulled. And strained to the point when first it broke free it landed on something dry as land and the surface around it was evaporating.
Imaginatively it was a creature in despair, that was capable to looking all around. It could stare. Around it was materializing what was in the ruckus and a larger creature that seemed a whale. It gave a moan that sounded like two decks crashing together. And tried to wave a tangled tail like a cat that had been enlightened by a manufactured cat-nip.
The little creature had little to do with what had been happening. It could see as far as it could by a starry moon light. That it was more elongated and bright than all things else. And there was too much roasting heat, and the dampness of drying and heat was something impossible to measure.
A safer distance away was gushy reefs that collected fish and conch shells like a net. The little creature could hear targeted sounds that blazed through the air in a very bright sleepless night. It rolled to its legs in joint relief, and without praying moved towards that swampy mess that it was more home like now that it was above in a surface that it had not yet seen or had enough courage before to explore. It reached out with man like arms to reassure its balance and moved quickly away from that whale sized predator. The little creature bumped and tripped and dodged smaller things that did not show life.
It must have been unconscious for a little while, while the water pulled violently away. So the sky has decided to do this once in a night. It came as a complete surprise. As the little creature was near its murk, it could see the living that was stranded evidently all about in packets and sprays and leaps and pounds. Decidedly any place of safety would be welcomed for any little creature; it leaped more voluntarily into a pool of swampy slimy old water that was barely visible except that it reflected the surface of so dry tundra.