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Sat Oct 09, 2010 5:26 pm
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There she was with her native village outfit, a piece of cloth tied round her head, and a red Indian necklace round her neck. Baira was a 20-year-old Indian woman, and anyone could tell that from the red spot left in the middle of her forehead right above her eyes. She was born and raised in Mr. Hoper’s house who was the owner of all lands in Baira’s village.

Baira just sat there enjoying the utmost serenity nature carried to her lonely heart. The enormous mountains far off behind, guarded her soul from the mystifying denial. The trees close to her, embraced Baira’s soul and mind as they danced along with the clasp of the soft warm wind.

She sat on a huge pile of hay that was kept in front of the house in order to feed the master’s horses and ponies. Baira seemed to enjoy the simplest things in the world. She simply held a stray of hay in her warm hands and escaped through her mind into the mysterious world she lived in.

That was not long before Mr. Hoper’s five-year-old daughter Emily ran out looking for Baira. She stood there at a distanced and gently called out, “Baira… Baira! You promised you would help me brush my pony today!” then she giggled and ran off to the stables. Baira looked at Emily run off and gave her a warm look filled with tenderness that embraced the entire world, and a smile filled with love and joy like a mother’s smile to her child, or a lover’s smile to his beloved one.

“Yes Miss Emily” replied Baira softly and walked off behind her to the stables. Perhaps all the beauty and tenderness she held in her eyes and smile was going to remain another wishing star in Baira’s peaceful endless sky, and another warm kiss from Mother Nature.
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Sun Oct 10, 2010 2:00 am
Sunshine says...



Hey foxy! This is well written but I'm not sure where your going with it.

Foxy wrote:
That was not long before Mr. Hoper’s five-year-old daughter Emily ran out looking for Baira. She stood there at a distanced and gently called out,

“Baira… Baira! You promised you would help me brush my pony today!,” then she giggled and ran off to the stables.

Baira looked at Emily run off and gave her a warm look filled with tenderness that embraced the entire world, and a smile filled with love and joy like a mother’s smile to her child, or a lover’s smile to his beloved one.

Indents help make sense of the story. The story was written well but the plot was wavery. add a couple commas and you'll have a great story!:)
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Sun Oct 10, 2010 12:34 pm
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Thank you for your generous reviews. I will try my best to edit this. Your effort and time and very much appreciated. :)
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Sun Oct 10, 2010 6:44 pm
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Kiwisatsuma says...



Hey! :)

So, I like this, especially the description of Baira. Just a couple of nitpicks:

There she was with her native village outfit, a piece of cloth tied round her head, and a red Indian necklace round her neck. Baira was a 20-year-old Indian woman, and anyone could tell that from the red spot left in the middle of her forehead right above her eyes. She was born and raised in Mr. Hoper’s house who was the owner of all lands in Baira’s village.

To me it feels like you're overstressing the fact that she's Indian. You say it in about four different ways here, and one or two would be plenty. You don't have to spell it out this much to readers.

The enormous mountains far off behind, guarded her soul from the mystifying denial. The trees close to her, embraced Baira’s soul and mind as they danced along with the clasp of the soft warm wind.

You don't need either of these commas. I think the sentences would flow better without them. :smt001

Overall, this is an interesting beginning. It feels more like the opening to a longer story - are you planning on expanding it? 'Cause I would definitely read it if you did. :) As it is it's pretty short, so there isn't much more to say. Seeing as it's historical fiction it would be nice if there were a few hints as to what time period this is set in.

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Mon Oct 11, 2010 6:28 am
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Kiwisatsuma wrote:Hey! :)

So, I like this, especially the description of Baira. Just a couple of nitpicks:

There she was with her native village outfit, a piece of cloth tied round her head, and a red Indian necklace round her neck. Baira was a 20-year-old Indian woman, and anyone could tell that from the red spot left in the middle of her forehead right above her eyes. She was born and raised in Mr. Hoper’s house who was the owner of all lands in Baira’s village.

To me it feels like you're overstressing the fact that she's Indian. You say it in about four different ways here, and one or two would be plenty. You don't have to spell it out this much to readers.

The enormous mountains far off behind, guarded her soul from the mystifying denial. The trees close to her, embraced Baira’s soul and mind as they danced along with the clasp of the soft warm wind.

You don't need either of these commas. I think the sentences would flow better without them. :smt001

Overall, this is an interesting beginning. It feels more like the opening to a longer story - are you planning on expanding it? 'Cause I would definitely read it if you did. :) As it is it's pretty short, so there isn't much more to say. Seeing as it's historical fiction it would be nice if there were a few hints as to what time period this is set in.

Keep writing! :D


Thank you kiwi, i will do the editing I can to make it better. And I am not sure if I will expand it, maybe xD. Thank you again for your time and review :)
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Thu Oct 14, 2010 4:10 pm
Jashael says...



Hi, Foxy! I'm glad that I'll be reviewing you today--err, tonight. :D/
Anyway, my comments will be in pinkish font.
As always. :)

foxy wrote:There she was with her native village outfit, a piece of cloth tied round her head, and a red Indian necklace round her neck. Baira was a 20-year-old Indian woman, and anyone could tell that from the red spot left in the middle of her forehead right above her eyesI'm pretty sure that the forehead wasn't "right above her eyes", right? So I'm suggesting you restate that and make the meaning clearer. Or you could simply put a comma between "forehead" and "right". She was born and raised in Mr. Hoper’s house, who was the owner of all lands in Baira’s village. There should be a comma between "house" and "who", why? Because the house wasn't the owner off all lands in Baira's village, right? :)

Baira just sat thereWhere? Please, Foxy, tell us where? :) enjoying the utmost serenity nature carried to her lonely heart. The enormous mountains far off behind,delete comma guarded her soul from the mystifying denial. The trees close to her,delete comma embraced Baira’s soul and mind as they danced along with the clasp of the soft warm wind. I loooove that sentence! You are a poet! XD

She sat on a huge pile of hay that was kept in front of the house in order to feed the master’s horses and ponies. Baira seemed to enjoy the simplest things in the world. She simply held a stray of hay in her warm hands and escaped through her mind into the mysterious world she lived in.

That was not long before Mr. Hoper’s five-year-old daughter, Emily, ran out looking for Baira. She It would be better if you used "the little girl", because, well, pronoun confusion, Baira is also a "she".stood there at a distanced and gently called out, “Baira… Baira! You promised you would help me brush my pony today!” then she giggled and ran off to the stables. Baira looked atI think it will be better if used "watched" in place of "looked at". Emily run off and gave her a warm look filled with tenderness that embraced the entire world, and a smile filled with love and joy like a mother’s smile to her child, or a lover’s smile to his beloved one.

“Yes Miss Emily” replied Baira softly and This should be a new sentence.walked off behind her to the stables. Perhaps all the beauty and tenderness she held in her eyes and smile was going to remain another wishing star in Baira’s peaceful endless sky, and another warm kiss from Mother Nature.


I told you! You are a poet! Haha...

Okay, here are my thoughts. First, this is not a short story. There is no plot, and the other vital characteristics of a short story. It seemed more of a prologue of a novel. Second--ok, I can't find a second. Just a first. LOL Sorry, humorous writer reviewing. Anywa, your imagery is beautiful, Miss Poet--err--Miss Foxy! XD Keep it up! I suggest add to it. :)
I hope I helped. :)
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Sun Oct 17, 2010 5:21 pm
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jashbagabaldo wrote:Hi, Foxy! I'm glad that I'll be reviewing you today--err, tonight. :D/
Anyway, my comments will be in pinkish font.
As always. :)

foxy wrote:There she was with her native village outfit, a piece of cloth tied round her head, and a red Indian necklace round her neck. Baira was a 20-year-old Indian woman, and anyone could tell that from the red spot left in the middle of her forehead right above her eyesI'm pretty sure that the forehead wasn't "right above her eyes", right? So I'm suggesting you restate that and make the meaning clearer. Or you could simply put a comma between "forehead" and "right". She was born and raised in Mr. Hoper’s house, who was the owner of all lands in Baira’s village. There should be a comma between "house" and "who", why? Because the house wasn't the owner off all lands in Baira's village, right? :)

Baira just sat thereWhere? Please, Foxy, tell us where? :) enjoying the utmost serenity nature carried to her lonely heart. The enormous mountains far off behind,delete comma guarded her soul from the mystifying denial. The trees close to her,delete comma embraced Baira’s soul and mind as they danced along with the clasp of the soft warm wind. I loooove that sentence! You are a poet! XD

She sat on a huge pile of hay that was kept in front of the house in order to feed the master’s horses and ponies. Baira seemed to enjoy the simplest things in the world. She simply held a stray of hay in her warm hands and escaped through her mind into the mysterious world she lived in.

That was not long before Mr. Hoper’s five-year-old daughter, Emily, ran out looking for Baira. She It would be better if you used "the little girl", because, well, pronoun confusion, Baira is also a "she".stood there at a distanced and gently called out, “Baira… Baira! You promised you would help me brush my pony today!” then she giggled and ran off to the stables. Baira looked atI think it will be better if used "watched" in place of "looked at". Emily run off and gave her a warm look filled with tenderness that embraced the entire world, and a smile filled with love and joy like a mother’s smile to her child, or a lover’s smile to his beloved one.

“Yes Miss Emily” replied Baira softly and This should be a new sentence.walked off behind her to the stables. Perhaps all the beauty and tenderness she held in her eyes and smile was going to remain another wishing star in Baira’s peaceful endless sky, and another warm kiss from Mother Nature.


I told you! You are a poet! Haha...

Okay, here are my thoughts. First, this is not a short story. There is no plot, and the other vital characteristics of a short story. It seemed more of a prologue of a novel. Second--ok, I can't find a second. Just a first. LOL Sorry, humorous writer reviewing. Anywa, your imagery is beautiful, Miss Poet--err--Miss Foxy! XD Keep it up! I suggest add to it. :)
I hope I helped. :)


hhihihiihi jashy, you are awesome girl! And yes, you have more than helped! Thank you so much hunny I''ll edit it soon I hope ^^
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Wed Oct 20, 2010 4:55 pm
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Hello! I enjoyed reading this and I love the idea. It has potential. Although, I feel that it is to short.Are you going to add more to it? In the beginning, the description of her being Indian is overstressed. It is unnecessary. I love the descriptions of Baira. You have developed her well already.
As others have mentioned, indentations help keep the flow of the story. All in all, really enjoyed this and would like to read more.
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Thu Oct 21, 2010 3:48 pm
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ballerina13 wrote:Hello! I enjoyed reading this and I love the idea. It has potential. Although, I feel that it is to short.Are you going to add more to it? In the beginning, the description of her being Indian is overstressed. It is unnecessary. I love the descriptions of Baira. You have developed her well already.
As others have mentioned, indentations help keep the flow of the story. All in all, really enjoyed this and would like to read more.
Keep writing!
~Ballerina


This means alot to me, and I am more than glad that you enjoyed reading the story. Apparently many want me to add more to this story and honestly I think I have a nice start for a beautiful novel. Thank you for your honest review, you have truly motivated me to write on with this story.
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