Well, Terry, I wrote my own story instead of writing feedback on yours. Writing my own piece, however, really brings home on me how
brilliant your story is, as well as your general writing. The way you make the story flow, effortlessly adding a new scene to the previous one without any jarring breaks or cracks. The way you paint such vivid pictures of everything important around us. The way you show us all those little details that make us feel as if we're almost there on the space station ourselves. The way you always use the right word for everything. The way you never go over the top, never make us feel as if you yourself get too involved in your story and want to say too much. In other words, the way your words never stand in the way of the story you are telling us, so that we see the people and the plot developments instead of the specific language tricks you used to bring this about. Well, Terry, wow, you know. Hey, why isn't there an icon saying "I'm so, so, so impressed"? This one will have to do.
As for Karen, she wasn't quite as scary this time around, so - see? I can even call her Karen now. But she's still a suspect, mark my words. Of course there were at least two more suspects here, and the first one was that Marquis de Sade of a gym instructor, Lana O'Meara! LOL! Lana as a murder suspect! I love it!
And then there is another suspect, of course, Carrie Hillman, but she doesn't seem like a murderer to me, not yet. But, hey! She has a boss named Dr.
Breedlove???? Terry, what possessed you to pick a name like that? Not that I'm complaining!
And in the same vein, Claude's actual job on the space station was to find out as much dirt as possible about the astronauts' sex lives, certainly personally adding a lot of material to that expose in a
very hands-on way!!!
Terry, you always make me laugh. You sort of remind me of old Will's most famous play, Hamlet, because this piece to end all pieces on death is outrageously funny in places, only not in the end. Well, I trust you are not going to give us a space station full of dead bodies, where only some Horatio - Becky? Walter? - is left to tell the story of the carnage. Naah, I don't think you have it in you to do that - not on
these boards!
Well. Brilliant so far, Terry. Let me just add one more piece of delicious humour, my only quote from this part:
The crack research department. A kid named Jimmy Olsen heads that up.
LOL!!! Jimmy as the head of - well, almost the sum and essence of - Daily Planet's crack research department, which makes Daily Planet feared and respected all over the world!
Poor Jimmy is being manhandled rather brutally over in the the Fanfic Challenge Folder at the moment, being towed by the toes by Superman, at the same time carrying a battered old laptop while dangling upside down and possibly doing some writing on it simultaneously! Ah, Jimmy, you deserve the break you got from Terry. As for you, Terry, like I said, your story sure is Terry-fic!
Ann
More soon, please.
he he!
