Level 3 now has its two main enemies and I'm working on the bosses (once I actually work out what I want them to do).
New York Day 2 Ch.6My tune melt had cooled enough for me to bite into without jerking it out of my mouth in pain and so I heartedly dug in and chewed it to a pulp. The old man had fallen into a quiet trance as memories danced behind his eyes. I had been trying to pay him only curious levels of attention but I was finding myself drawn into the story. I realised as I swallowed my food that I wasn't as hungry as I had been a short while ago. Was this story affecting me too, just as he had been? Though as yet, I was unsure of where it was heading. And for some reason that concerned me greatly. The man was a self-confessed gossip, a hoarder of all things personal, and yet he hadn't paid anything more than politely curious questions as to myself. Were they even the same person? I kept the questions to myself though, he clearly wasn't done with his story and I didn't want to break his flow to ask questions that may well answer themselves.New York Day 2 Ch.6 by lycan-rising
Yet his silence con
New York Day 2 Ch.5Half an hour later, my forearms were trembling, sweat inching its way across my dusty skin and the mosquitoes had come out of their siesta in earnest.New York Day 2 Ch.5 by lycan-rising
"Okay quick break." I declared, dumping my side of the mattress.
Bernie, her body-covering uniform doing her absolutely no favours, put her side down, "You're a prat." she spat.
"I haven't forgotten…" I said, regretting some choices I'd made.
We were lost. Okay, not entirely lost. We knew we were on the main road out of the manor. But we had no idea where we were in relation to our increasingly mythical destination.
"Do you want to go back, find Eli and get him to guide us?"
"No…we can do it. He said it's a long way out so clearly we just need to keep walking and then we'll find it."
"Or clearly we're going to be walking for another hour because you're refusing to listen to any sensible idea."
"If you don't like it then just give me the money back."
"Okay, sure. Here you go, now enjoy
New York Day 2 Ch.4"The two of them were arguing, I'm sure of it."New York Day 2 Ch.4 by lycan-rising
"No silly, they were just laughing over some joke."
"The quiet guy definitely has his eyes on the blonde one?"
"Amanda? No, no no. He's after Kathryn."
"I think the guy's father is someone important, I heard him say something about his election."
"No, you heard wrong. They were just discussing their state's politics and nominations."
Wherever I went and whoever I went to there were always two opinions: both contradictory and each one more sure than the last of what they really were like. This made it all the more frustratingly tasty that I just couldn't get close to them individually. Dustin, Amanda, Kathryn and…the last one. No-one had seemed to get much about him. I know that he was always by the side of at least one of his friends at any given moment, and I know four different stories about where he stands in their relationship circle, but he's a cut-out in my understanding so far.
New York Day 2 Ch.3"Sir was very clear on his insistence that the guests must have a memorable first night. The weather appears permitting and so I would like the fire pit prepared to be cooked on and entertained around." Claire addressed the four of us, arms crossed across her torso, an amused flicker behind her eyes when she saw my still wet hair and slight shivering.New York Day 2 Ch.3 by lycan-rising
The fire pit was a brief walk into the forests around the manor. With the sun barely past its zenith, the green and golden air vibrated with humidity and even the insects appeared to have called a time-out on their usual antics. There hadn't been a real rain storm in weeks and the ground crumbled loosely under our shoes, the usually vicious branches hung limply, placid, unable to gather the effort to spring sharply back into our faces. Over gullies and around trunks, we eventually trudged our way into the clearing with the fire pit in the centre. Eli turned and held out his hand again to draw pre-determ
6 Steps to Writing a First Turning Point6 Steps to Writing a First Turning Point (Call to Action)6 Steps to Writing a First Turning Point by JosephBlakeParker
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 4 “Plot Points” – Section 3 “The First Turning Point”
With Links to Supplementary Material
We have finally arrived to the last part of Act I in your story, when your Protagonist-driven story will really take off. The First Turning point, also called the “Call to Action” or the “Minor Inciting Incident,” can be thought of as a tremor event after the earthquake, (Inciting Incident) that disrupted the balance that was your protagonist's life. Only this time, it will drive your protagonist to specific action.
Step 1: Connect some dots between your planned
Heya. I started on DA as a writer and i still take great enjoyment writing but I've also branched out into some 3d/visual effects and even some drawing (le gasp! And trust me, i was confident the day i drew anything would result in the Armageddon)|
But nowadays I just enjoy making art and keeping a (usually) weekly journal on funny things that happen in my week.