"Are you even listening to me?" A growl awaken you from your dreaming and you noticed the older man's steel grey eyes looking stricly down on you.
"Y-yes, sir!" You finally managed to stand up and give him a proper answer.
"Finally. Come to my office after you're done with this, I need to think about your punishiment." You kept your head down the whole time he was talking and only silently saluted to him as he turned and started to walk away.
When you noticed the small figure slowly vanishing out of your sight, you exhaled a deep breath and dropped on the ground. You didn't like being scolded like this. Not by anyone but especially not by this man. You tried so hard to look good i
While all of this is true, I think a lot of writers lose sight of an even more important aspect of character. That is, motivation. Sure, you know what your character wants.
That's the gist of motivation. What is the psychology and reasoning behind your character's goal? If your character is driven to make money, is his motivation greed? To pay off a debt? To support his family?
Motivation is your character's emotional connection with the reader. When the reader comes to understand why your character has set out to achieve his goal, they will understand your character in human terms, relate to him, and become invested in what happens to your character throughout the story.
Without a clear motivation, your character's goals don't mean much. So wha
"Fucking Econ...." He grumbled to himself.
The poor highschooler didn't even have any friends to help him with his loneliness. Besides his good looks and likeable personality, he was painfully shy and only had a few friends. And those few friends happened
This is the minor character sheet, full of things that might be useful to know about minor cast members. There is another, much longer sheet for main characters. These are all geared toward protagonists, but can be applied to villains too.
Text in [brackets] is just for clarification of how to answer the preceding question. Also, since I hate writing "him or her" and I will not write "they" when the subject is singular, I am assuming masculinity in my clarifications. You'll erase them when you fill it out anyway, so the sheet works for either gender.
So! without further ado!
Full name: [While useful to have, the last name is not always necessary, depending on if the character will ever be addressed by a title or in full.]
Title: [If the character
That was all. Forty-two minutes and nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
You were trapped. Trapped on a cargo spaceship whose engines had failed. You, the crew; everyone on board was doomed. You were careening into a boiling sun with only forty-two minutes to spare. But you weren't worried.
You had him.
The Oncoming Storm.
The last of the Time Lords.
"______?" He called out your name in that familiar accent, snapping you out of your trance. "Bring the TARDIS key!"
"Why?" You responded. That key had been your security blanke
Dialogue comes from characters for the purpose of advancing plot to tell a story. Therefore, dialogue should only exist to serve the purpose of advancing plot and revealing character motivation or history that in turn advances the plot. That's why dialogue exists.
This brings me to my main point. If you take away nothing else from this article, take away this: Only write dialogue that serves the purpose of advancing your plot. If it doesn't, cut it out of your story without hesitation or remorse.
Secondly, conversations in stories should not be anything like conversations in real life. Real life almost never has a plot, and talking almost never reveals motivation or history because there's no plot to life. Therefore, if you're trying to make your dialogue as "true to
"We welcome you, Lady [name]," the butler bowed and held out his hand to help you down from the carriage.
"Th..thank you," you blushed nervously as the handsome man took your hand. You stepped down and sheepishly let go while looking down hoping the hat you wore covered your face.
"Welcome," the Earl greeted your mother as she too stepped down with the help of his butler.
"This is such a beautiful place, isn't it, [name]?" your mother asked you.
"Oh yes, very beautiful," you looked up to see her blue eyes sparkling. Her eyes were the same as yours only she was much taller. What was amusing is the fact she was taller than the butler. This made you happy to be done growing. A man likes a woman he can hold to his che
Words are like sunbeams. The more they are condensed, the deeper they burn. - Robert Southey
Prose is architecture, not interior decorating. - Ernest Hemingway
Writing style is made up of two things: cadence and variation.
Good style is clear, readable, and invisible. Its purpose is not to attract attention to itself but to transport readers into the world of your story. If your readers notice your style without purposefully intending to study it, your style needs to be improved and refined. Good style, however, is transparent so that your readers simply see the characters and world of your story rather than the words you use to portray them.
To write with cadence simply means that your writing should sound natural. If it sounds right to you, it probably is--but if it doesnt sound right,
Cloud sighed. "I'm really not interested. I have better things I could be doing today."
"Don't be so boring Cloud. This'll be fun." Tifa nudged him. "Besides, if you were really busy you wouldn't have come."
"I think it'll be great. What's seven minutes in heaven? Never mind, I'll play, let's shut get this show on the road already." Reno pumped his fist up and down excitedly.
"You're out numbered Cloud, so you just have to deal with it." Yuffie smiled wide and hopped down from the table. "Okay, now everyone put your items into this hat, then we can start playing."
"I'm not sure why, but I have a bad feeling about this." Aerith sighed.
(S/N) – Shortened Name
(M/N) – Middle Name
(F/I) – First Initial
(Since I’ve never done a reader insert, I just wanted to make sure everyone understands my inserts)
Sherlock was lying across the green couch as usual, his icy blue eyes staring straight up at the ceiling but his body never moving an inch. John was in his own chair, flipping through a newspaper when he felt a vibration in his pocket. He retrieved his mobile from the depths of his pants pocket and read the text message that was waiting for him.
“Back in town, meet me at the coffee shop in 5 –(F/I)W”
A smile slowly formed across John’s caring face. He stood up and grabbed his coat, slipping it on and backing out the door.
“I’m going out,” he called to Sherlock before he shut the door. Sherlock paid no attention to John as he continued to lie silently on the couch.
You looked around the shop as you sat at a table near the window, wa
You didn't take any time to think, just picked a number at random. “Um, three?”
“Wow, you're good.” Surprised you'd been able to guess her number, she looked at you with a look of amazement on her face. “Well, that means you get to go next.” Yuffie smiled and took your hand in hers, leading you to the center of the room. “Good luck, hope you get someone awesome.”
“Me too Yuffie, me too.” You placed your hand inside the hat and began to feel around. Something tough and cold got your attention. You lifted it out of the hat to find it was a piece of leather. “I'm really not sure who this might belong to. A lot of you guys wear leather for some reason.”
“I'm quite sure it belongs to me.” Noctis st
You swirled your hand around in the hat until something pricked your thumb. "Ouch, what the heck?" Lifting the small item out of the hat you recognized it as Cloud's earring. "Hey Cloud, I got your item, lucky you huh?"
"Yeah, lucky me." Cloud stood up, sighed and walked over to you. "Lets get this over with already." He took the earring from you and placed it back on his ear.
"Come on Cloud, why do you have to be such a downer?" Yuffie tugged at his arm, leading him in the direction of the closet. "Can't you just have fun for once?" She shoved Cloud in the closet with you. "Now don't be all boring or I won't let you out. See you in seven!" She gave you both a bright smile and shut the door tight.
This is an incredibly thorough questionnaire for your major characters. There's a reason I call it a "Dissection." I've already posted the minor character sheet for all those people you don't need to know the favorite foods and alcohol tolerances of. These are all geared toward protagonists, but can be applied to villains too.
Text in [brackets] is just for clarification of how to answer the preceding question. I will warn you that some of these explanations are exceedingly long: the ones regarding the Myers-Briggs personality type, and the one about love languages. They are long so as to explain the concepts to those unfamiliar with them. Also, since I hate writing "him or her" and I will not write "they" when the subject is singular, I am assuming masculinity in my clarifications. Y
You placed your hand inside the hat and felt around for a moment. Something soft brushed across your fingers. After lifting it out of the hat, you noticed it was a ribbon very similar to the one Aerith had in her hair. “Um, is this yours Aerith?”
“Nope, it's mine.” Zack practically launched off the couch and ran up to you. “I figured all girls like ribbons, so I put that in there as a gift to whomever picked it.” He had a huge grin on his face. “This is going to be awesome.”
“Maybe for you it will be. But I feel sorry for her. You're so hyper Zack, just try not to kill her in there okay?” Yuffie led you both to the clo
Scattered pages and dusty old books filled the study in a cluttered mess as Andromeda Sparkle slept among the debris of her own handiwork. Unconscious after a long night of work, her mind only left dreamland when the amber beams of the rising sun shone on her face. With a groan, she slowly rose to her feet, heavy eyelids still drooping. Various loose documents clung to her face as she stood, unnoticed by her until their delicate forms slipped from her lavender cheeks and fluttered towards the blanket of weathered volumes that lay on the floor around her. Once the blur of sleep had finally faded, she turned to see the silhouette of her mom standing against the wall across the room, following a disarrayed chain of manuscripts as if casually searching for survivors.
Twilight Sparkle hadn’t turned the corner yet, but once she did, the purple mare wouldn’t be able to recognize the room. Andromeda’s expression burned from embarrassm
"Guess I won't be taking a bath before bed tonight..." Skye mumbled to himself, but Cyan still heard him.
"You can still take a bath. I feel bad for barging into your home like this, so you can just forget that I am here." Cyan offered.
"Feeling bad for barging into my home? He BEGGED me to take him with me. And forget that he's here?? How can I forget about a mermaid in my bathtub??" Skye thought as he scratched his head nervously.
"Its important for you humans to stay clean, right? I heard they sweat a lot. Pl
“That was quite dramatic Yuffie, well done.” You smiled wide and walked up to where she was. “Isn't that hat about empty yet? I have no idea how it's held so many items.” After quickly feeling through the hat, you pulled out an item. It was a small, highly decorated butterfly knife. “Are these things even legal?”
“I doubt it. But, I really don't care.” Yazoo pushed himself away from his place next to his brothers and began walking up to you. “Don't cry while I'm away Loz.” He sent a smirk Loz's way and stood next to you. “You ready?”
“Oh, I hate this guy! I'd let you choose again, but it's against the rules.” Yuffie sighed. “So unfortunately, you're stuck with
It was late at night a and you were trying to sneek into your room that you shared with the other girls as quietly as possible to not wake them up.
"[Name]? Is it you? Where have you been?" A calm voice spoke from the dark.
"M-Mikasa? H-How come you don't sleep yet?" You asked nervously as you tried to change the theme, but Mikasa wasn't dumb, she could feel your sudden unease and your trembling voice wasn't very convincing, too.
"I've noticed that you always dissapear after dinner and then come back around this tim-" Before she could even finish the sentence, she was interrupted by another person.
"Shut up, the two of you!" Annie. She normally barely talked and you couldn't be more grateful for such a perfect timing. You absolutely weren't prepared for answe