Tweet of the Day: Signs Your Story Has Too Many Characters
Ah, the week in posts. Let see what we got…wait we have FULL week of posts? Did I update Ambrosius the Warlord? Will wonders never cease? Oh, wait, you’re here to catch up…right:
- Mon: Mix in some Vangelis with dark Noir lighting + brooding detectives and trasnhumanism gone to Hell and you have- TV Tropes: Cyberpunk.
- Tue: The war is far from over in Wales. Wizards’ World War: Longbow.
- Wed: Time to draw the line between what you need and what your readers need in World Building- For Your Eyes Only.
- Thu: Arthur meets the Saxons in the field of battle. Ambrosius the Warlord- King of the Hill
- Fri: Space for Rent- Falling in Love with a Character.
That is what a full week of blogging looks like, but wait there is more. What was that Sonia, you have a writing challenge for me? Really?
Lets see what we got here:
And now for the Summer Writing Challenge…
Every Picture Has a Story
Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to take one of the images above, an image you own or one you have permission to use and create a story. As usual, any genre will do and the word count limit is 500.
Here’s how it all works:
- Prompt: Take an image (choose from one of the above, an image belonging to you or one you have permission to use) and tell its story. Be sure to include whichever image you use in your story post.
- Genre: Anything goes. Mystery, Western, romance, historical fiction, alternate history, steam punk, science fiction, horror, fantasy, slip-stream, or whatever.
- Word count: 500 words.
- How to share: You can put it up on your blog and link here or (if you don’t have a blog) you can email (sonia DOT m DOT writes AT gmail DOT com) it to me and I’ll put it in a post for you.
- Time limit: From now until the next challenge is posted.
- Prizes: No…no prizes. Just the reward of a story well written.
Many Moons Ago….
A little girl once called this room her world: bright yellow stars on the ceiling, blue horizons on the walls and the faint outlines of crayons animals roaming the vast savannas of the imagination. She was a daughter, a sister, a torment and a friend. Now only a few yellow flecks remain.
Somewhere above me Dad wrote in silver letters, “Many moons ago….”
Many moons had passed since those days, naïve days when we stared at the skies and wondered if we were alone. The answer came by way of invasion. First the pestilence, followed by the electrical storms and then….
We all fought of course. I killed my first Bugger at sixteen.
They bled red.
In the end we won but not without losses. My sister and the whole town of Marshall, ND, like some many towns and cities across the globe payed the price for victory. I wondered over to the window. Above me stretched the cloudy bands of the Milky Way.
Tomorrow my furlough would end and I would go out there, to finish the fight. To end what started so many moons ago….