Chapter 1 (2) 15/15 Alive Day 1

Chapter 1 (2) 15/15 Alive Day 1

A Chapter by Logan
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THERE WAS A PROLOGUE BEFORE THIS!!!! PLEASE READ IF YOU HAVEN'T

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Disturbed and angry voices spilled out. “Bullshit! How do you expect us to do that? You’ll be lucky if you end up surviving! Where the hell are you?” 

“Now, now! No need to get so angry! This should be exciting to you deranged college students! Killing someone! Getting away scot-free with it! Doesn’t it sound exhilarating? Fun, even! And I don’t care how you Do it! Blunt objects, poison, hanging, stabbing, strangling, I don’t care!  But there is one specific rule that just might stop you from wanting to do this… The class trials! If you do happen to get caught in a trial after murdering someone you will be immediately… Executed!”

 Nobody spoke a word. This was wrong, and they all knew it. Kill someone? We would never do that. “Ah, but I haven't introduced myself, have I? Silly me, forgetting basic manners.” The voice said. “Ahem. My name is Samael. Pleasure to meet you all! I’m making my way up to you… Right now!” 

Everyone was confused. This crazy person named Samael was coming to us? Isn’t that a one-way ticket to being killed by one of us? Maybe he’s not so smart after all. Sky suddenly spoke with a bit of a quiver in her voice. “I’m sure this is all a big joke and the real entrance ceremony will start when Samael gets here… Right?” 

Xavier suddenly stood up. “I’m still killin’ him either way! This is messed up!” 

Suddenly, the big gymnasium entryway doors opened. Everyone was incredibly shocked to see what appeared to be an eleven or twelve-year-old boy. “Hello, students! I am this school’s principal, Samael! I’m responsible for making sure you don’t die of starvation or anything besides the school’s students!”

 Suddenly, Xavier lunged forward and grabbed Samael by the throat. 

“Tell me this is all a joke and I’ll let you go!”

 “That’s no way to speak to your principal, Xavier Ranaro.”

 To our horror, a small blade was taken by Samael and Xavier was quickly stabbed in his hand. As he let out a scream from the sharp pain, some students ran over to help him. Samael turned to face the others. “I know I may look like your average middle schooler, but I am anything but. To be completely honest, not even I know who I am. I guess I’m sorta like a, kinda, uh, I don’t know! But that’s besides the point. You see what happened with ol’ Xavier over there? That is exactly what will happen if you happen to try anything on me! Oh, and one more thing. If you want to have two people commit two murders, it’s a stupid idea! Only the person who killed the second victim can graduate and leave!” 

This guy’s insane, I thought. “Okay, students! I’ve assigned each and every one of you your own room, so head on over to the dorms and cozy up! You’re gonna be here for a while unless you finally decide to kill!”

 He let out a small laugh and dismissed us. Even though he was gone, er, no - even though he seemingly teleported away, nobody moved from the gymnasium towards the dorm rooms - their new forever rooms, and they 

stood still, frozen with fear. Sky spoke.“This is a joke, right?” 

It didn’t seem so. Why go through the trouble of designing a humanoid figure that can understand human speech and communicate with us for a simple joke? If it was a joke, it was definitely a cruel one. After about 2 minutes of sitting silently, Xavier was the first to leave, hoping to find a washroom for his hand. After enough time, Landon Robinson spoke his first words of the night. “I already know I’m going to hate you all,” and he stepped out. “Don’t kill each other day one.” That was the last thing anyone said within the walls of the gymnasium that day. I remember the last thing I did was head to the room with my nameplate on it, switching off the power that lies within the room, laying down, and going to bed.



© 2025 Logan


Author's Note

Logan
weird issue at the end, ignore

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• Disturbed and angry voices spilled out.

Spilled out of what? Here’s where you lose the reader, because as read, this is meaningless, Your reader needs context as each sentence is read.

• “Bullshit! How do you expect us to do that? You’ll be lucky if you end up surviving! Where the hell are you?”

So...someone unknown is complaining to someone unknown, about being asked to do something unspecified—someone they don’t seem to know, and who isn’t with them.

This makes sense to you, because you begin reading with backstory and context. But the reader has words in a row, and no context to make them meaningful.

• If you do happen to get caught in a trial after murdering someone you will be immediately… Executed!”

Seriously? Name me one school in the real-world world where they have “class trials.” Name any school, anywhere, with the authority to execute students.

Obviously, you’ve been playing Danganronpa, and are setting your story in that world. But the reader doesn’t know that, so, this line makes no sense to that reader.


You’ve fallen into the most common trap in fiction—one that grabs over 90% of hopeful writers—and are transcribing yourself playing storyteller. But that can’t be made to work for lots of reasons:

1. When you read it, you place emotion into the narrator’s words that the reader can’t-know-to-do. Have the computer read the story to you, and you’ll hear what a reader really gets.
2. Because you begin reading this chapter already knowing the story, the characters, and the backstory, you’ve left out critical information that seems too obvious to mention, but which the reader needs to make sense of the words.
3. Without the emotion provided by the emotion that only you know belongs in the storyteller’s performance, the reader has a storyteller’s script that must be performed to work, but with no clue of HOW you want it performed.

Bottom line: They’ve been refining the skills of writing fiction for centuries because nothing-else-works. So while you have the plot, the desire, and even the necessary perseverance, without use of the skills that the pros work so hard to perfect, the rejection will come quickly.

The solution? As Wilson Mizner put it: “If you steal from one author it’s plagiarism; if you steal from many it’s research.”

Grab those skills and you stand on the shoulders of giants. Skip that step and you rediscover all the traps and gotchas they know to avoid.

Not good news, I know. But because our own writing always works for us, the problems are invisible to you. And who addresses what they don’t see as being a problem?

So, grab a good book on the basics of adding wings to your words, like Debra Dixon’s, GMC: Goal Motivation & Conflict, or Jack Bickham’s, Scene and Structure, and dig in.

You’ll be amazed at how much of it is obvious once pointed out.

And you might check a few of my articles and YouTube videos. They’re meant as an overview of the traps and gotchas that catch most of us.

Jay Greenstein
Articles: https://jaygreenstein.wordpress.com/category/the-craft-of-writing/the-grumpy-old-writing-coach/
Videos: https://www.youtube.com/@jaygreenstein3334

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“Good writing is supposed to evoke sensation in the reader. Not the fact that it’s raining, but the feeling of being rained upon.”
~ E. L. Doctorow

“In sum, if you want to improve your chances of publication, keep your story visible on stage and yourself mum.”
~ Sol Stein

“It ain’t what you don’t know that gets you into trouble. It’s what you know for sure that just ain’t so.”
~ Mark Twain



Posted 3 Months Ago


0 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Logan

3 Months Ago

also, the 'context' is in the prologue. this is technically not even the first chapter
JayG

3 Months Ago

• My story is intentionally stylized.

In other words you ignored everything that ha.. read more
Logan

3 Months Ago

Hi Jay,

Thanks again for taking the time to read and respond. I appreciate your passi.. read more

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