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The smoldering wreckage,burns lightning hot. The young Praetor,gleefully looked around the wreckage. The old MiG 25 beaten Easily,by just a thought. His lineage,for the last 75 years,successfully taking Country after Country.He remembered his great-grandfather telling him, " With these powers,we will one day rule the entire World."
Originally posted by Jean Paul Zodeaux: I am thrilled more than you could ever know to see you so actively writing creative projects. We are the storytellers of our time, brother. It is upon us to tell our stories and to tell them well. Please keep writing and working your craft. Writing can be tedious and very, very, lonely, but it has its pleasures as well.
Aristotle, in Poetics, stated that every story has a beginning, a middle, and an end, but it is the end that is the chief thing of all.
This may seem like one of those So Duh! statements, and sound simple, but it in its simplicity, it is profoundly complex.
I have a few suggestions: You begin in present tense; "The smoldering wreckage,burns lightning hot." The next sentence, however, is written in past tense; "The young Praetor,gleefully looked around the wreckage." Grammarians can be real pains in the asses about changing verb tenses. Of course, most grammarians don't really tend to be artists. The good ones will recognize that an artist can take a steadfast rule such as "Thou shall not change verb tenses" and do so anyway, and yet somehow make it work. The bad grammarians will just be stubborn about the rule regardless of how artful you have been.
For example, if you were to write; Smoldering wreckage burns lightning hot. Young Praetor gleefully looked around the wreckage. Then the strict rule of not changing verb tenses is not really broken, even if some pain in the butt grammarians would argue it is. The first sentence would be simply a statement of fact. The second would be a descriptive sentence which let's the reader know the story is in the past. If, however, you want your first sentence to be a descriptive one, then it is probably better for your reader if you write; The smoldering wreckage burned lighting hot.
I like the staccato style you are attempting, but would encourage you to be more clear with your thoughts. Perhaps if you tried something like: The old MiG 25 beaten easily. By just a thought. Country after country. For 75 years, Praetor's lineage had...he remembered his great-grandfather telling him, " With these powers,we will one day rule the entire World."
I don't mean to suggest you should've written as I just did, only that you take more time to shape your sentences to better tell your story. Your story deserves it.
about changing verb tenses
Originally posted by Druid42
reply to post by TDawgRex
In effect that would be the purpose of this thread, to offer those to those who seek criticism want they want.
Post a snippet, and we'll be happy to peruse it.
Ask advise, it'll be given.
The only way to improve is to learn from your mistakes.
I also plan on offering a few mini-tutorials, a paragraph or two as post, covering some of the more common writing mistakes. I implore other members to pick a topic concerning the subject of writing, and to do the same.
Thanks for your input.
Originally posted by TDawgRex
reply to post by Druid42
My friends often say that I make things to complicated by including too many characters.
But to me, they add to the story.
edit on 7-4-2012 by TDawgRex because: (no reason given)
Originally posted by Ghostx
Originally posted by TDawgRex
reply to post by Druid42
My friends often say that I make things to complicated by including too many characters.
But to me, they add to the story.
edit on 7-4-2012 by TDawgRex because: (no reason given)
Just a thought on this. With characters, you can add as many as you want. But the number of characters doesn't add to the story. It's what they bring, their characteristics, personalities, etc. Each should be developed fully unless it's a insignificant person that is only briefly there.
George RR Martin (wrote the series that is now HBO's hit Game of Thrones) uses a LOT of characters. Yet they are unique and he does character implementation beautifully in my opinion.
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My personal thought. I need help on dialogue. I am not going to provide specific examples. However, I want to ask: What are your thoughts on how dialogue should be written and how much dialogue should be included? Should descriptors be added, and how frequently?
For example. A pause in dialogue to explain their facial expressions, or movements. I am improving, but still need some tweaking on dialogue and making it real / consistent (mainly if i am writing a long story).
Also, do you write like this:
"Yes," Laura replies.
or
"Yes," replies Laura.
or
Laura then replies with, "Yes."
Also, how often do you stop saying the character's name? For example:
"Hello," Laura replies.
"How are you?" Jane asks.
"I'm good. And yourself?"
"Doing quite well."
or do you do this:
"Hello," Laura replies.
"How are you?" Jane asks.
"I'm good. And yourself?" Laura answers.
"Doing quite well," Jane answers.
How unprofessional is it to do something like this:
"Hello," Laura replies.
"How are you?" asks Jane.
"I'm good. And yourself?" answers Laura.
"Doing quite well," Jane then answers.
(switching up how the -this is who is talking part- is written)
Thanks in advance.
-Ghostx
Originally posted by TDawgRex
I quite agree that content of the character's add to the story. But a short story should have a minimum of main characters. I have the tendancy to name the minor ones who contribute nothing to the story. A habit I'm trying to break.
I like this example that you provided above the best. It's obviously a conversation between to people with no one else involved.
"Hello," Laura replies.
"How are you?" Jane asks.
"I'm good. And yourself?"
"Doing quite well."
But adding a third could go like this.
"Hello," Laura said upon entering the room and seeing Jane.
"How are you?" asked Jane.
"I'm good. And yourself?"
"Doing quite well." She looked over at Jordan who sat slumped in a chair. "And you? How are you feeling?"
Jordan looked up dejectly, "Me? Well hell, I'm doing quite peachy considering my last two girlfriends have me tied to a chair in someones basement."
Jane picked up a knife off the table and smiled at him. "Really? Well let's see what we can do about that attitude of yours."
edit on 3-10-2012 by TDawgRex because: (no reason given)
Leon opened the huge oak doors of the temple and made his way inside. The interior was just as magnificent as he had expected, marble statues of the seven archangels formed a circle in the centre of the room and within that circle marked upon the floor was a five pointed star. Leon studied the statues more closely, a brass plate at the base of each statue held an inscription the first one read “Michael, who is like god” The archangel Michael gripped his sword with both hands, the blade pointed towards his feet, Leon moved onto the next statue and read the inscription “Gabriel, Might of god” Gabriel stood proudly, his alabaster wings unfurled as if he was about to take flight and return to the heavens. Leon sensed movement behind him and turned to find an old man wearing black robes sitting cross legged within the five pointed star “ who are you?” Leon asked as he took a seat on the floor directly facing the man, he took several measured breaths before replying “ I think the better question is, who are you? Leon Deveraux!”
“well you seem to know exactly who I am so it's only fair you return the favour.” Leon Retorted.
“who I am is unimportant, it is your search for truth that has brought you to me.”
The man looked directly into Leons eyes and for the first time Leon noticed that his eyes were completely white but not the hazy opaque white of a blind man they were the same brilliant white as the archangel statues, he bowed his head once more and began to speak “ It's very simple Leon, you are drawn to this place like a moth to a flame and just as the moth seeks the light you seek the truth. It's an urge that will not subside it will be with you until the day your heart stops beating, I can give you some of the answers you are searching for but you must understand that in most cases the truth will not set you free, you may find yourself drawn into a world from which there is no escape if you cannot accept this then I must insist that you leave now and never return.” Leon considered what he had said for a few moments before deciding that he had come too far to leave now without any answers as to why he was being hunted by one of the largest PMC firms in the world, he wanted to say something aloof but all he could manage was “ I understand, please continue.”
The old man stood as he began to speak “ how well do you know your Milton?” he asked casually as he gently polished the bicep of the archangel Raphael. “As in paradise lost? I know the basics.”
“Good! Now disregard everything Milton wrote, I am going to start at the beginning which may take some time so please refrain from interrupting.
“The war in heaven had been raging for eons, the rebel campaign was not without its victories and the loyalist factions could not agree on how to defeat the lightbringer and his army. The archangel Michael devised a plan to trap Lucifer, He asked god to create a prison so that Lucifer might be contained where he could do no harm to the mortals and so god created the realm of hell.
“Michael commanded the heavenly host to meet the rebel army on the battlefield, many angels fell at the hands of the rebels before Michael managed to face Lucifer in open combat. Michael emerged victorious and using a spell cast the lightbringer into his newly created prison where he could do no more harm.
“The loss of Lucifer was a fatal blow to the rebel army and they surrendered, The archangel Raguel decided that the rebels could not go unpunished for the angelic lives that they had taken and he asked god to create a realm so that the rebels could be exiled from heaven and so the rebels were cast out of heaven to the realm of purgatory where they must remain in exile until the day of judgement.”
“That's a lovely story but what exactly does it have to do with me?”Leon asked
“what did I say about interruptions? I am getting to that.” The old man replied unable to mask his annoyance.
“You see Leon, angels can only exist in this realm if they occupy an earthly vessel. Lucifers prison prevented him from taking a vessel but the fallen who were exiled to purgatory had no such limitations. When a human becomes a vessel for an angel the angel becomes the dominant presence in that body, the human consciousness will remain dormant until the angel leaves or is killed and then the human soul will ascend unto heaven. You could essentially bump into an angel in the street and have no idea he was anything other than a regular mortal man unless you look directly in his eyes.
“The fallen are divided into two factions, those who remain loyal to Lucifer can be distinguished by their eyes which are entirely black, throughout history they have come to be known as demons for they take great pleasure in tormenting mortals. Those who are not loyal to Lucifer have sworn to protect the mortal realm from their twisted brethren, they are known as the watchers and their eyes are a brilliant shade of the purest white.”