This weekend, Sari Webb is hosting the Birthday Love blogfest in celebration of her b'day (click on the picture for more details!). The object of this blogfest is to ask other participants for help on a particular aspect of your writing you feel you need help with/need to improve.
I have 1.8 novels (the 0.8 is because book 2 isn't quite finished) which are classed as MG by most who hear about them, and yet sometimes it can get pretty gory. I would like people's opinions on whether it suits MG. I know it's a small sample, but hopefully it will suffice! Just a note - the Slater sisters are cats. And my novel has plenty of decent cats in it as well as evil ones. It also features plenty of other types of evil creatures.
In an alleyway on downtown Samos, the Slater sisters had just finished mauling a large donkey to death, and now they were busy eating his remains.
They were going to be so full when they were done, but they couldn't exactly pack away his remains and take them on their next flight with them. The guy had to be disposed of, and this was the easiest way of doing it without leaving evidence behind. The main problem was that they had to lick the alleyway completely clean of any spots of blood.
"I heff a better idea," Felixia said as she gnawed studiously on a hairy hindquarter.
"Oh yes?" Felinda responded, "and vot is your better idea?"
"Just you vait and see," Felixia said in satisfaction.
Twenty minutes later, with massively distended bellies and serious gut-aches coming on, the Slater sisters had the alleyway in flames, and the members of the local fire department dousing the entire place with gallons of water, their massive hoses straining against them, straining to be free.
Felinda felt the contents of her stomach straining to be free of her, but she had a stomach of iron, and if she clamped her jaw shut, just like so, then all would be okay.
Most of her body might have been engaged in a fierce battle of wills, but her green eyes shone and flickered, firelight reflected in them.
On the way to the Whiskerport, Felinda whispered to her sister, "Vun down—many more to go."
She and her twin exchanged evil smiles and proceeded to rub their furry heads against one another in affection and joy.
There is also a part near the end where somebody's guts get spilled.
Most of the novel isn't gory, but there are bits & pieces.
A friend's suggestion a while back, for getting around the "maybe it's too old for kids" issue, was to make it less gory...but that doesn't sound too fun to me! :P