Impression Sunrise

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“Hurry up!”

“I’m going as fast as I can!”

“That’s obviously not fast enough!”

James slanted his eyes in irritation at his companion. Henry took no notice of the anger glare. He keep his eyes trained on the streets, making sure no one was around to see them. The streets stood empty though, not that that made him feel any better.

“Henry, do you really think he was-“

“Of course he was you fool!” Henry snapped in a furious whisper. “You saw all the blood.”

“God Henry, we killed a man.”

“You shot him first. Jumpy as a damned rabbit!”

James could have sworn that he and Henry had shot the merchant at the same time, but after the panic and fleeing the store, the memory now was a mixed bluer. More he thought about it, the more likely it seemed that he had shot first. Henry was right; he was jumpier than a rabbit. Over all though, it was a disastrous robbery.

“Damn, James, you done yet?”

“Almost. It’s not like I can see what I’m doing too well.” In truth, even though the gray twilight of the foggy morning cast everything in a dark gloom, it was the ever persistent shaking of his hands that kept him from untying the knot. Finally he managed to loosen the rope. “Okay, we’re good!”

“Finally.”

James ignored the sarcasm in Henry’s voice as pushed the row bot away from the small dock and hoped in after it. Henry had been sitting at the stern as James had been working. Now hefting a long rod, he stood up and began to push the boat though the gray waters.

“Henry, what are we going to do?” James asked as he leaned over the edge of the boat, letting his hand trail in the fidget wavelets.

“I don’t’ know,” he mumbled back. “Find the first ship to London and never come back to Paris.” James let those words sink in. Run from Paris because they had killed a man.

Everything had been a bluer but he remembered so clearly the five shots, the shocked expression that stuck permanently to the man’s face as he’s body danced in the final spasms of death. He felt light headed as the image of the man’s glazed eyes stared back at him.

Henry raised an eyebrow as he watched James suddenly vomit over the edge of the boat. Poor man was in shock, he thought to himself. At least he had the good sense to be sick into the water rather than in the boat. As he continued to watch the gasping and trembling figure, hunched over pathetically, he noticed the misty sheets of the fog start to shimmer with an orange-red haze. Looking down the water he saw the dark silhouette of mast from ships docked along the shore. There, a perfect orb reflecting its sad light onto the water now; a red sun rose into fog. Henry gazed at it for a moment, than turned away, forcing the rod into the water a bit harder, so that the icy water splashed up at him. That red sun reminded him far to much of the blood that had been spilled before it had even risen.

Henry suddenly stiffened as he saw another boat occupied with a few fisherman not to fair from them. “James, get ahold of yourself!” he snapped. “If they see you tumbling and moaning like a loon they’re gonna think something’s up!” James glanced balefully back at him. Not saying anything though, he did his best to keep himself from being sick again. Slowly they passed the small fishing boat. He watched them bob by in silence. Red haze on the water turned it sinister. And just as with Henry, it reminded him far to much of the blood that had been split by their own hands. God they were killers now. A whole world of normal life had just been lost to them. Now…now he didn’t know what would happen to them–that’s what made him so sick that it quavered his very soul.

“Please oh God, have mercy on our souls”

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The base to stories in 3 steps

There was a time I would just sit and stare at a note book, pencil or pen. Hours would go by and I would have completed five words. Five whole words. Once a pond a time... I was doing something wrong. But I had all these great ideas running around my head but. I just didn’t know how to get it out! So spent some long years cultivating my skills as a writer. Until one day people started giving me many complements for a story I wrote for school in 8th grade. All my class mates were like “Wow, where the heck did you pull that from?”, “It’s like you wrote a mini novel.” Heck my teacher liked it so much that to took it home and read it to her full grown son and his girl friend! A year later, I wrote another story for school and this time one of my class mates told me my story should be a movie. Why thank you Lars! And I though you did’t like me. Eventually I summited it to a writing contest and was picked as one of the 30 winners out of hundreds. So I guess I was doing something right. Okay, so last week I posted up a story I wrote, Fort 64. Hoped you liked it. At any rate, the reason way I blogged it was to get you all to fav it use it as an example. When you want to make a story, there are many ways that people advise you to make one. But in my opinion, they can get just plane confusing. So I’m going to try and tell you the three simpler steps that I use to write stories. Who knows? It might actually help.

Step #1 | Settings  

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You may not ignore these two for they are the bread of the story sandwich

In oder for your world to seem alive and real to a reader, it’s important to tell them where everything is going down. In my story, Fort 64, the story is set in a post- apocalyptic era, in the city of LA. Depending on the things you pick for time and place, determine what you can make possible in your world. Star Wars for example. Distant future with interstellar wars throughout the galaxy. Things like space fighters and light sabers make sense in that kind of setting. But A light saber wouldn’t make much sense in the Victorian era. But you could make an air ship possible if it were Steampunk Victorian era! Go steam power!

If you don’t want to spit out a time or place specifically, then hint at it. Show the reader with details of the surrounding, with the slang the people might use, so one so forth. Be creative, think of stuff.

Step #2 | Characters

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Obviously your story needs them characters to tell or act out the world you have so skillfully created for them. I personally, when I’m creating characters, I think it’s best to determine a few key points to start with. Take Raven from Fort 64. I started out with her simply being the medic that was a bit disorganized. From there, considering her time and setting in the story, I worked out the finer points of her character. Loyal, caring for her friends, slightly derpy. The other characters developed in the same way. Finn and Brick started off as just space fillers kinda. I just saw I need more people for the story. But they turned into Finn the funny, slightly smart ass guy that may or may not have had a thing for Raven, while Brick became the big bad wall of badass.

If you’re going into novel sized stories, you may want to start thinking of personal backgrounds on your characters. Things that happen in people’s past can really effect and explain why and how they act in the present. Why the bad guy is the bad guy, why the hero does what he’s doing. This happens in real life, so it should also apply to the fictional world as well. A well rounded character should never brake character and do something OOC. They should always sound like how you created them to be by what they say or do, not you stating what they are.

Step #3 | Situation 

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WHATS GOING DOWN

You know something brilliant or terrible is about to happen when John Crichton from FarScape starts acting like a lunatic. What’s going on to make this madness happen? Let me tell you. There was an evil alien making everyone loss their minds slightly with some weird light he’s making on board their spaceship. That’s the situation. Alien is doing bad stuff to my ship. I need to stop the alien from doing the bad stuff to my ship so I’m going to go stop him. You need that back bone for your story to work.

What is today’s problem and how am I going to fix it? Take the Hunger Games for instance. Main characters sister is selected for the deadly game. To fix this, main character takes sisters place to save her. From there it’s a fight for survival. Entire book summed up in a nutshell. Same thing for my own story. They need medicine. A group goes out to find some. And they have to make to back home. Whole issue of the story right there. After you get the back bone in place, you can start playing with the fun little details, all the in between stuff. But I wanna make the details firs—No, no, and in case you didn’t read it the first time, NO! Details are the in-between events that happen around the real one. They’re just there to give the story flavor, but like food, your food don’t need to be favorable to keep you alive. First you must pick a plot that will keep your readers alive, then you can add all the extra spices that make it taste yummy!

Without these things, your story is a house built of cards. If I blow on it, it breaks. You need a strong base to keep every thing stable. A well made time and place, believable characters, and situation that takes your readers on an adventure. Then you will have a house of solid story stone.

Have a fabtabulous day.

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