Yes, it's another Three-Hundred Thursday! Today's is from a MS titled EVE OF THE SIREN.
Jagged rocks twisted, towered over, (I'm a big fan of the
serial comma, so I always insert it. It's a style choice, but whatever the
style choice made, just use it consistently throughout the MS) and
surrounded Ax, cocooning him a cold, shadowy prison. The water current swirled
and taunted his body bringing with it pungent odors from Panthon prison. It was (Can a stronger, more
descriptive word be used here to convey something about this prison? Consider
something like stood, towered, rotted -- any one word that might give the
reader a better idea of this prison) miles away, but Ax wasn’t surprised it
didn't surprise Ax (To avoid passive writing) that
he could smell it. That place reeked. Still, he was glad for the stench. He was counting counted (More often than not, past progressive use with
"was" can be changed to simple past tense without making the sentence
awkward or without changing the meaning. It brings the action closer to the
reader and doesn't crowd up the sentence) on it to mask his own scent.
