that's not your answer is it ?

it's great, but it's not what you were talking about earlier.

Agree with JPB. Mine has to be detailed. It's a Report File basically that completes part of my 1st Exam course. Everything must be checked for every Exam if I am to pass.

good luck LRF

nice to see you talking about something other than your league

SKA - Is that an extract from Dr Jeckyl and Mr Hyde ? I might give it a read

No, this is the first half. It's the build up to Hyde and Jekyll's discussion.

Of course, the first 100 words can be cut if the conversation takes me over the limit.

you've lost me tbh. first half of what ?

The first half of my creative response, that is only 500 or so words. The conversation which I've not finished yet is the second half.

any chance you could just clarify what the 'question' is, and which is the bit which you have started to write in response ?

JPB, I only asked when needed and when the 'special' one's are called upon.

Thanks anyway.

well if you've written that then you ought to be a novelist.

I don't get the context though. it doesn't strike me as something which should form a part of a 750 word answer.

any chance you could just clarify what the 'question' is, and which is the bit which you have started to write in response ?
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There is no question, it's just a creative response to Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde so it's a completely open option.

However, in the book there is no actual discourse from or between Jekyll and Hyde so I sought to resolve that by creating a scene between the two.

Of this discourse, I plan to use Mr Hyde's responses as my way of wording in that paragraph which you showed me earlier as, to me, is strikes true with what I want my portrayal of Hyde to be.

He noticed, seemingly for the first time,
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seeming to who ? to him ? is someone watching him ?

Yeah, I don't really like the opening. I'm hoping that I can cut it completely rather than alter it, I just struggled opening the scene.

His eyes, that had once shown his philanthropic geniality
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demonstrated, not shown.

I'M FINISHED!! All this hard work better not be for nothing.

That's me checking out for the night, have a god one.

I think it's excellent.

I will take a few minutes to go through it though and come back if I have any comments.

have you read Daniel mason's The Piano Tuner ? it's in similar descriptive detail to the passage which you posted.

I haven't but I'll put it on my list now.

SKA -

I do not believe that you have written that.

On the 100/1 change that you have, I have put in BOLD the bits which I think could be improved upon :

In the confines of his own home, the good Doctor paced to and fro like a man possessed. He paced for nigh on half a day, not willing himself to notice the skies darken in the outside world that he had isolated THEM FROM nor the collective groans of their stomach, crying out for sustenance. He remained in this frantic state right up to the stroke of midnight, where THE GREAT LONDON BELLS snapped his concentration, as though breaking him from a trance.
He noticed, SEEMINGLY for the first time, the dark and dingy room in which he stood and he sought out the last of his candles in order to bring some light back to his world.
In the newly granted light of the small, flickering flames that littered his workshop, he happened upon a mirror that he had QUITE forgotten about. A mirror that reflected everything it saw plus more, to the Doctor. He saw at once what he had been and what he was now.
The mirror, truthful until the end, the way it had been intended, showed him his oily black hair, beset with streaks of silver, the tell-tail sign of mortality. He saw the smooth, flat forehead of an intelligent man, the high, angled cheekbones of a gentleman and the thin nose of a just and lawful figure. In his eyes, though, he saw façade of his features.
His eyes, that had once shown his philanthropic geniality, betrayed the both of them with impetuous undertones and a penchant for acts of debauchery. The revelation, though not unsurprising, was enough to strike an icy bolt along the good Doctor’s spine, chilling his very core.
In a fitful panic, he clasped his wrinkled fingers around the first object at hand, an old set of tongs, rusted and coarse, even to the Doctor’s withered and worn appendages. With the tongs within his grasp, he swung his arm in an uncontrolled arch in the vague direction of the reflection in an UNIMAGINATIVE attempt to shield himself from his own body.
The tongs struck the glass with some velocity, though little accuracy and so only managed to crack the glass and distort its image, rather than destroy it completely.
If the earlier reflection had chilled the Doctor to the core, then the image that stared back at him now ripped his core out and danced, teasingly, with it before his very eyes. The fragmented glass showed now the figure that had been tormenting him for weeks.
With its sloped, ape like forehead, its mangled, uneven cheekbones and its squashed, flattened nose, the “thing” staring back at him was as inhuman as it was human. The Doctor knew this creatures name and he knew it well, for he had created this monstrosity and, in turn, this monstrosity was draining him away.
“Hyde…” Dr Jekyll began his voice no more than a whisper; he attempted to continue but his tongue caught in the back of his throat as though it was attempting to prevent any discourse between the two.

cheers LRF

I do not believe that you have written that.
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Why not?

Though could you keep that in a word document? I'd like to refer back to that in the editing stage.

because it's too good for you to have written. I cant remember how old you are, but am thinking 19 or something. I just don't believe that a 19 year old could write that in a part of an evening.

No word of a lie, it's all my own writing.

I would not be at University for creative writing if it was not my passion.