after listening to some badass musicI really wanna write a book set during the fuckin' Russian revolution in 1917. I'm missing the intensities of war. Definitely continuing with Nobody, Too, but just an idea. Thoughts? Yes? No? Suggestions?
Benjamin Jastrow : Altruism or Self-Abnegation?An important point in the characterization of Paper Stars is that each character has one very important characteristic that defines them as a person and influences their day to day lives. Each of these traits are supposed to be both the character's greatest asset and their greatest flaw. They both build the character up and destroy their progress. And in this journal, I wannted to share with my readers an in-depth analysis of Benjamin Jastrow.Easily the antithesis of Sara, Benjamin's defining characteristic is his altruism, and all of his other traits are influenced by it or are a result of it. His mild, gentle nature is centered around his carnal fear of causing others discomfort, which, in turn, becomes his own discomfort. His kindness is not limited to only those he cares for--it stretches to all those he meets, even when they are cruel to him, and he willingly shoulders the blame for any and all grievances around him. He is a human scapegoat, an alacritous martyr willing to give u
trying to escape writers blockSo I read this article about how to creatively escape writers block, so here is the exercise:-Your two main characters have to change a flat tire, in the rain. (This exercise helps you to learn more about your characters through handling adversitywhich can be very telling!)And here is the result"What the hell was that?""It was a bloody good jolt, that's for certainI think you might've gone off the road for a minute.""Of course I didn't go off the road, you pratI'm not that bad of a driver.""That's a good laugh, Crow. I've got a damn prosthetic and I drive better than youwait, what the hell are you slowing down for?""I'm not slowing down! I haven't even taken my foot off the gas!""Well what does it look like we're doing? Sara, pull over, for Christ's sake, I think we've got a flat tire.""Bollocks, we're fine.""Look out your window: we're hardly even moving!""I can't see out because of the goddamn rain!""No need to pull over, then,
new synopsis for tTTS and PSThe Things That StayThe year is 1965: a year thrumming with promise and hope and change all around the globe. But for two people, change seems out of the question. Their worlds are rigid, stuck, fixed—and completely contradictory to one another. Holly is a frazzled and reclusive mess from the wrong side of the tracks—well, the wrong side of everything, really—struggling to keep herself afloat as she copes with the loss of her nursing school scholarship two years before. Simon, on the other hand, is charming, arrogant, smart-mouthed and spoiled rotten—the only thing he has ever wanted for is a pair of proper lungs, as his own have been slowly ruined by the effects of Cystic Fibrosis. When Holly joins a peculiar non-profit agency in hope for nursing experience, their worlds are suddenly conjoined a little too close for comfort. Through bickering, old maps, collect calls and a great many letters, Holly and Simon are intertwined in a journey to find a future they never knew existed
Why Authors Kill Off CharactersI can actually answer this question, at least for myself. Coming from the perspective of a hopefully-soon-tobe-published author, I think killing off main characters is a sign of maturity as a writer. When authors coddle their characters and give them whatever they want, the end result is often spoiled, hard-to-relate-to characters who get happy endings handed to them on a silver platter. Take Twilight, for example. In all four 400-600 page novels, not one pivotal "good" character dies. And what are we left with? Little character development, no themes or lessons to be learned, and the acute feeling that the books were more like fairytales with all the characters skipping off into the sunset hand-in-hand. Admit it: you remember a book that made you cry more than a book that made you smile. Every classic novel that has withstood the test of time features some sort of death, agony, suffering or all of the above. Suffering builds character. And sometimes, killing a character is necessary f
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Phone-Call #1: February 18th, 1961"He—Hello?""Is this Miss Halliburton?""Who on earth is calling me at this time of night?""Guess.""Excuse me?""Take a guess.""I—what? Who is this?""Wow, you don't even recognize my voice. I'm offended.""Is this some sort of prank call?""After all we went through.""If you don't tell me who you are and why you're calling, I'm hanging up right now. It is too damn early for this.""Then I'll just call again. Well, actually, don't hang up, I've only got fifty cents left.""For God's sake, who the is this?""I already told you to guess, Ilex—I thought you were clever.""I—what—you—Simon?!""Took you long enough.""Simon, it is two in the morning. What is wrong with you?""Well, I've got six pounds of shit building up in my airways, I can't breathe without an oxygen tank and I'm an asshole.""I already knew that. Now why are you calling me in the middle of the night—and did I hear you say you're at a payphone?""Yes, there's one on the bottom floor of the hospital.""What are you doi
more Sara/Saul arguingthis actually makes an appearance in the novel---When school ended I thankfully accepted a ride home in Emil's new Plymouth, and while it made me feel terribly selfish, I just couldn't bring myself to wait around for Saul, because his first hour teacher had given him an after-school detention for that morning's tardy. Thankfully, my best friend was of the accepting, generally easygoing variety, and he didn't seem all too perturbed by my decision when I informed him at lunch."And I'll have you know that I wouldn't have waited for you either," he told me matter-of-factly."That's bosh, Saul," I told him. "In fact, you owe me at least one wait. Remember that day last year when I waited by the bleachers to walk with you to town? In fact, I waited fifteen goddamn minutes for you to finish snogging Pia Grünwald-""Hey, hey—she wanted a little kiss so I gave her one! Didn't want to hurt her feelings-""You really are a gentleman, Saul. Taking one for the team, were you?" said Erich,
Hell Doesn't Even KnowI want to cry so much...Why?Maybe I'm happy,Maybe I'm sad.I feel so alone,Yet I've been with people all day.I feel so unloved,Yet I know I have people who love me.I can't talk about these feelings.I can't open up when the door is locked.And the key is lost.I want to inspire,But I just recieve empathy.I want to die,But I keep on breathing.I feel so confused, lost and all alone.The feelings inside me are too strong for my body.I don't want someone to understand.I want someone to give me the answers to why I am like this.And a solution to fix the massacre inside me...
What If (The World Ends Today)What if flames consume the world?What if storms flood the towns?Or if superior beings take over the Earthor we fall in giant cracks on the ground?What if the planet becomes remote,everywhere, the purest desolation,the human race about to perishwithout any single chance of salvation?I'll still have, in my recollections,the remembrance of your smile,I would have a reason to be happywhen the world becomes hostile.I'll think about all the momentsyou've spent close to me,when it seemed to be the end of the world,and you were the light that I could see.I'll simply close my eyes...Earthquake? Tornado? Lava?I wouldn't have a clue!What if the world ends today?What if?My life's been complete, since the day that I met you.
i will break free.i. remember the songs you loved to play all the time on your violin I told the musicians to play them at your funeral. Just to let you know, okay?ii. woke up at 4 am with waterfalls down my cheeks and your arms weren't there to comfort me anymoreiii. i came back up from underneath but the oceans in your eyes are dimmed now they're sinking my soul down deep, and I am the only one who knows i am drowning.iv. all alone now Daddy's forever dead and mother's forever alivev. can't breathe, can't breathe it's too late, it's too late now So I'm giving up, giving up nowvi. I think I still feel your last heartbeat ringing in my ears from when i pressed my salt-stricken face to your bloody chestvii. never thought there would be a lastviii. with tears streaking down my face last time i kissed your lips
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Disneyam I the only one who really wants disney to have a shy, sweet, socially awkward prince like Benjamin, because that would be absolutely precious
This would be the most awesome prince ever. :')