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medleymisty March 20 2012, 11:31:52 UTC
Rusty Jenkins sat in a rocking chair on the porch of the general store. The chair was almost as old as he was, and he was getting on up there. Nigh about eighty now ( ... )

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medleymisty March 20 2012, 11:32:43 UTC
Farmer Brown walked down to the pumpkin field, carrying his tarp. Wasn’t like Tate to just shut the door on him like that ( ... )

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medleymisty March 20 2012, 11:33:19 UTC
All of Farmer Brown's bits ached. He could feel bruises forming on top of bruises. He was bleeding. But he was alive ( ... )

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lenaf007 March 20 2012, 13:31:47 UTC
Man this town is freaking creepy! It's bad enough they have weird creatures feeding off their townsfolk, but their ambivalence makes it even creepier. I even got the impression that a scarecrow attacking like that wasn't even out of the ordinary.

Some lines I really liked:
"Farmer Brown looked down at Tate’s hands. The thick brown fingers slid across each other, like snakes crawling all over each other in a pit." This is a perfect metaphor, and entirely sums up how untrustworthy Tate has become.

"It was a fine scarf. He wondered how much it must have cost. Must have been a pretty penny. Too bad about the stains." Don't trust the scarf! The scarecrow kind of reminded me of a highway robber looking for a new piece of clothing to add to his outfit. ;)

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medleymisty March 22 2012, 21:37:52 UTC
You know - that's something I like about your comments. You think about setting a lot more than I do. It reminds me that I need to open up my perspective when I write. I just get in all into the characters and I never think much about the world they actually live in.

Yay that's an awesome bit about the snakes line. I like it. Thank you. :)

And lol about the scarecrow as a highway robber! I'm writing the prequel to this, and the boy who eventually becomes Ol' Knocky does meet a wily demon on a trail. So it fits. :)

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