Lesson 3: BackstoryLesson 3 BackstoryLesson 3: Backstory4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Ah, Backstory. This one should be easier.*
When writing a story, unless you're being
weirdunique and only plan to sell the work as a piece of Literary Fiction, you have a basic scheme of time: past, present, and future. There are many ways of blending these thingssay the hero is recounting his rise to greatness, in which we are grounded in the future, but the story is in the present (so to speak). Examples: Gladiator, the anime Baccano (as far as I can tellit was kind of confusing), and a number of novels written in First Person. Most of the time you'll find works where the present is the focus, but where the past was massively important. Take the novel The Hunger Games for example. The rise of the totalitarian government is important, as well as all of Katniss's life experiences that prepare her to compete in the sadistic ritual of the games. The story is brilliant, and I have little to say about the concept
The Paradox of DichotomyThe End, is the Beginning;The Paradox of Dichotomy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Beginning, is an end;
Destruction, and Creation;
A cycle few comprehend.
Death, is Life;
Without Darkness, there can't be Light;
To Leave, is to Enter;
To Sleep in one world, is to awake in another.
The paradox of living
The paradox of dying
A timeline is linear
Time, is not.
An Event, a Sequence,
We dichotomize our world
Into Black and White;
Good and Evil;
Weakness, and Might.
We work to put into order
The chaos without
As if it'll displace
The chaos behind that pout.
We part asunder
Things that co-relate;
Thesis and antithesis,
Love, and Hate.
Things that - without the other
Have no identity to compare;
Without their polar opposites
They're nothing but empty air.
The End, is the Beginning;
The Beginning, is the end;
Destruction, and Creation;
The rebirth of the same old Plan.
Odyssey Into 2012 Chapter SevenTurn of EventsOdyssey Into 2012 Chapter Seven4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Light Train stopped in a barren wasteland. Kaylin beckoned for it to come back, hoping to push forward, but she knew, at this point, she was being too hopeful. Darus stood in front of her, holding the blue and white ribbon from her memory between his right thumb and index finger.
"You remember this?" Darus mocked.
"Vaguely." Kaylin tried searching her memory for more answers, but found nothing.
"This...is the Zephyr Key. You were not supposed to possess it, but you were chosen as its rightful owner, and you don't even know its full potential like I do." A purple aura surrounded Darus, making the barren wastleland turn into a dark abyss. "Zephyrs are enchanced with this, as you can tell."
"If it chose me, why do you possess it?" Kaylin asked nastily.
"When you left, it chose a new owner. Me." Darus smirked, the dark abyss contorting itself into what one would assume was his imagination - Statues of him filled the roads and squares, and a lone dark edific
Us«Мы» (Original)Us5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Мне кто-то улыбается в ответ,
И ты кому-то хочешь улыбаться.
Нам есть кому зажечь в прихожей свет
И есть с кем после ужина остаться.
Я не хочу кого-то отпускать,
А ты не
The gate runner's taleLegends foretold aboutThe gate runner's tale3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a heroine being born
out of darkness and destruction
to protect our world
No memory nor trace
has she to begin her quest
Only Tokyo and Zephyr
are to lead her dubious fate
She'll cross the gates
along as you turn the page
Turn them, if you dare
and begin the Gate Runner's tale
Lesson 1: Identity and MotiveSo, now that we know characters are what makes the story, what makes the character?Lesson 1: Identity and Motive5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
There's a lot to the execution of a good character. I'm not going to pretend that I know everything about it, but there are two questions that the writer has to answer in order to make a reader care:
Who Are You? and What do you want?
Bonus points to all those having J. Michael Straczynski flashbacks right now. Let's use his magnificent Space Opera type epic Babylon 5 for an example. He used this technique masterfully, and was clever enough to put the questions right out there for the audience, with the angel placeholders the Vorlons asking the self-defining question Who Are You? and the demon placeholders the Shadows asking the selfish question What do you want? The heroes had to define whether they were heroes or not, making hard choices about the Who Are You, and the characters with developed redemption arcs had to grapple with the concept of What Do
Odyssey Into 2012 -chapter 5-Give and take, lose and win, that was the melancholy song that all Zephyrs danced to. One needed its opposite to exist. Kaylin bore this knowledge as the world on her shoulders unable to destroy it, knowing the most about destruction herself. She was the fire whose heat broke the seed pods that allowed new plants to grow.Odyssey Into 2012 -chapter 5-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Darus, on the other hand, was the oxygen in the air that every live thing needed yet in its pure form was poisonous.
Kaylin found herself back in Tokyo. The room she stepped into was charred but unmistakable.
A long time ago, when she had been young and reckless, two people using their Zephyrs in the exact same location in three dimensions had ripped a hole in the fourth: time. Through it walked one of the two, and Kaylin and Darus had been acquainted.
The rip in time was still there, even after all those years. She tried to close it, to mend and destroy it, but it resisted. It fought back and she was brought to her knees, struggling under its force. Random obj
IncognitoEchos of oblivion, mirror my fateIncognito2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Casting me among the flock, a dire mistake
In fur and in claws, with fangs unsheltered
Cast to the sun in barren lands, lay sweltered
Sprinting Towards DemiseSprinting Towards Demise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By burning waters, and smoldering bridges,
I await the genesis of our animosity.
Make the move that gives me permission to strike,
make the move that will bring about your end.
Near draws the line that which I advise you to never cross.
Though to my eyes comes the image of your sprinting legs.
It would seem, that through your veins flows pure pestilence,
and that you wish to bring upon me, nuisances by any cost.
Good God, such a fool bound for my throat,
knowing not the patient blade that waits.
Honor averts it's eyes, as your charge draws to an end.
It wishes this good and done, just as I.
A swift jerk of my arm to your direction,
and make you, a last descent to the ground below.
Then burden leaves my shoulders,
as life outward, pours from your filthy heart.
I'd rather have Death as a friend, than an enemy.I'd rather have Death as a friend, than an enemy.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I'll give Death a persona. A face and a voice, so I can watch him as he watches me. So I can hear him whispering in the corner. I'll give him a hand to hold, so he can give me a touch to feel. And I'll keep him in the cellar, with all my other friends..
So I can look him in the eye and say,
"It never, ever, ends."
I had a bad day today. And you're always still so far away.. They're coming for me, I know, but I can't see them. We never are as good as we pretend. But I'll shelter you with my storm, we are disasters of our own design..
Death, my old friend.. Come to keep me warm again. Time wrapped me in your second skin.
You've come home to me again.
CatalystCatalyst3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You didn't care for me,
It was something sick.
Comprised from my brain,
Spread through my veins.
With Your blood in reign,
Found myself a name.
Splicing the DNA,
Of my every way.
All my life with this familiar pain,
Leave a child alone, expect it sane.
Striving for the same kinds of wounds,
Circling my last every move,
I don't need to love myself right?
If I just pretend to love you.
But any lost soul could play your game,
You sensed my weakness, went for prey.
For each word of mine you'd cast away,
Well I have one last thing to say.
Don't forget the lone catalyst,
Who walked into your life.
You will reminisce on the space,
Where your eyes had met mine.
Engrave within the true masochist,
Who let you torture her mind.
And you think you're so evil,
And from off that you strive,
Well you're already dead,
You have been the whole time.
Unorganized ReligionUnorganized Religion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Praise the invisible
Because He cannot hurt you
Listen to the man
and do as he says
to avoid a fiery end
to keep you sitting up straight
You think you are willing
Because your daddy said so
Don't you wanna see mom again
Tie your hair up tight
and close your knees
Smile with your teeth
your jaw tight
What you say is wrong
So listen well child
and I'll tell you how to live.
The City of LightsThe City of Lights3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Abby had watched the scenery of the Los Angeles air port fade away in the clouds, the white fog slowly simmering all around the windows. Out of her window she could see the sky grow dark as they rose, the outlook of city lights and small buildings making her feel so miniscule in the universe. She was one person, looking over thousands as they lived their own lives, not aware she even existed.
Her mission was to figure out the stock plans that a company was going to invest in, they were ahead of the game when it came to stock broking. If you ever needed someone to help you get that little chip full of information from those spy movies you loved growing up, you would call the brunette girl sitting in the cushy airport seat.
She never looked like someone who would be a killer or a thief, but then again neither have some of the best murderers in the world. People were quick to judge, relying on their own personal preferences to pick who they deemed dangerous. Those people you let walk thro
The Ashes of My HeartThe Ashes of My Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ash that was once my heart
Flew away in the cold,
And unforgiving wind of reality.
Dancing with its twirls
Leaving a little bit of my heart
Here and there
So I could never recollect it.
All I've got now is a shadow of a soul
And who knows how long I have
Until that disappears in the world
Just like everything else that concerns me-
No one knows
And they never will.
I'm afraid. . . I might drop the pen. . . . . . .I'm afraid. . . I might drop the pen. . . . . . .3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
. . . . . They're at it again.
"My mind. . . . It's playing with me again.
The voices. . . . they just wont stop. . . . . . .
&& they're. . . . driving me crazy."
I feel pathetic, weak. . . . . stupid.
I just want them to stop!
I'm begging you!
Those painful memories. . . . . . that voice. . . . . please!
"Please go away please go away please go away please go away. . . . . . "
I'm scared, It won't shut up!
&& I'm about to lose it. . . . . . . .
"PLEASE. . . . !"
"You piss me off"
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"You're not good enough, just end it. . ."
You're driving me insane. . . .
&& if you don't stop. . . .
I'm afraid I might pick the knife again. . . . .
&& drop the pen. . . .
Please. . . . . just. . . . . stop.
If it doesn't. . . . . . . . . .
T,T,3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the world is full of monsters
from perth to timbuktu -
they bark, they growl, eat lobsters,
but none of them is you.
there's herbs down in the garden
that grandma puts in stew -
my dear, i beg your pardon,
but none of them is you.
there's billionaires that joggle
like monkeys at the zoo -
their heart's wearing a toggle,
but none of them is you.
there's plenty 6 foot tall men
whose love i can't undo -
Juanito, Freddy, Dhaval, Ben,
and all of them is you.
The Girl by the RiverThe Girl by the River4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He sees her by the river.
She lies unmoving, listening to the roar of the waterfall. A water nymph perhaps, or something from a dream. Is she such stuff as dreams are made on? The fabric of a muse the ancient poets drink for inspiration? Her hair cascades down her back, a single peony flower pinned to her hair. He wonders who or what she waits for, sees the solemn secret hidden in her eyes.
When she moves it is with the fluidity of water. The crimson folds of her kimono tease him with glimpses of creamy flesh, of pale skin.
“I know you’re there,” she says, voice elusive, alluring.
His heart thunders. He’s been caught staring. He can’t look away.
She grips her sword, he grips his chest. She’s done something to him…but what? She smiles softly, innocently. Like water, her eyes erode the walls around his heart. She put out the flame of passion, makes the earth move under his feet. She is
A burning darknessA burning darkness4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
She was standing on the edge,
Looking up to the sky,
The wind gently sending her forward.
She did not look down,
She knew what awaits.
And then, she stepped towards.
Towards her dream,
Where she can be herself
Without being judged from afar.
Remembering how,Without wearing masks
,Nor any shields,
She reached to the place where you were.
There you were waiting with open arms,
Still loving her for her lie.
Only until she threw herself from the cliff
Into the pain that she saw in the sky.
Hitting the ground,going up to the sky,
She finally felt she was free.
Free from the guilt and free from the life
That were never meant to be.
Siren's SongSweet notes fill mine ear,Siren's Song3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And leads me to a cove.
Crystal clear blue,
Trickles down the grey rocks ,
Twinkling before they hit the mass.
The song grows louder, clear, sultry,
A woman on a reef,
Hair lustrous and length,
With her arms open wide,
Now singing mine name.
Alas, get too close,
My demise comes near.
A siren's song,
Is like Pandora's Box,
With a bitter sweet tune.
Frozen WhirlpoolFrozen Whirlpool3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somewhere...in the ocean
There is a whirlpool...that is...frozen
I no longer had anything keeping me bound to this world
You were my love, you were my chain, and my heart was a link
And I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing your face anymore
So my knees gave, as I let my thoughts break, and I forced myself to sink
Somewhere...in the darkness
There is a soul...which became faithless
All those memories down the drain
I feel the bitterness of hope
While my tears rain
I cannot cope
Somewhere...in the depths
There is a spark...cradled by emptiness
My pain will always remain in time
As I never wanted to let you go
But I still got left behind
Only to dwell in remorse
Somewhere...along the path
Came a point...where I couldn't stand
I knew there would be no moving on
And there would be no going back
Because I can't stand the thought
Of potentially losing any of that
Somewhere...in my mind
There is a time...when I loved my