Lightningmouse

The conflict is in reaching the goal, not the goal itself.

@kate-flournoy, yeah, that’s what I was trying to say, but you said it better. 😉 😛
Yes, character conflict is quite interesting. In the novel I’m working on with my sister (@ingridrd), we use some of that (MC and a snobby girl [aka Sheryn Slade] are always at each other’s throats).…[Read more]

“This is really weird, introducing myself to you. Okay,” he sucks in a deep breath. “I’m Gavin Frensky.”
Gavin Frensky. The name sounds familiar…like someone I dreamed about but whom I didn’t know personally. I stare at Gavin, unable to tear my gaze away. “How old are you, Gavin?”
“I’m 17.”
Seventeen. For some reason, seventeen doesn’t seem…[Read more]

Thanks @Daeus 🙂 I’ll keep that in mind.

He shrugs and answers, “The dragon from the north, yes.”
Seeing the look of shock on my face, he crosses his arms.
“Must have lost more of your memories than I thought,” he mutters.
“D-dragons don’t…exist!” I manage to exclaim.
“No, not in present times. But, uh… we’re not really in present times, now, are we?”
I raise my hands in…[Read more]

Thanks for your help, everyone! Your thoughts are helpful for us as we figure out what we’re doing with our to-be-revealed special project! 🙂

“You came here in that magical box of yours, remember?” He frowned, “I’d think after all the time you spent explaining it to us you would at least remember you had it…”
“Oh…” I felt my face grow a little red, but I tried to keep my expression the same, “Yeah. Just… seeing if you remembered right.”
So that’s it then? I’m a time traveler? I…[Read more]

“You came here in that magical box of yours, remember?” He frowned, “I’d think after all the time you spent explaining it to us you would at least remember you had it…”
“Oh…” I felt my face grow a little red, but I tried to keep my expression the same, “Yeah. Just… seeing if you remembered right.”
So that’s it then? I’m a time traveler? I…[Read more]

Generally poems tend to have repeated words or lines scattered throughout. You could pick one of those. Or just call it whatever the poem is about. “Rain” or “Bumblebee” or “Broken heart” sounds fine. 😛

Let me try that again… for some reason I switched to past tense.

“Who are you?” I manage to ask him.
“Someone who knows why you’re here,” the man answers.
I can’t stop staring at the man. There’s something unusual about him that I can’t put my finger on…

Because writing is a way I can pour out my ideas (and dreams, feelings, expectations…) and turn them into something that others would want to hear.

Because writing is the only way I can pour out my ideas (and dreams, feelings, expectations…) and turn them into something that others would want to hear.

“Who are you?” I managed to ask him.
“Someone who knows why you’re here,” the man answered.
I couldn’t stop staring at the man. There was something unusual about him that I couldn’t put my finger on…

“Who are you?” I managed to ask him.
“Someone who knows why you’re here,” the man answered.
I couldn’t stop staring at the man. There was something unusual about that I couldn’t put my finger on…

“Well, I woke up here. So that’s a little hard to say…” I start out a little annoyed, but something niggles at the corner of my mind. What do I remember anyway? All these people seem to know and look up to me, but I don’t remember any of them.
I think for a minute and a few of their faces trigger slight flashes in my mind. Still, the names of…[Read more]

…”Uh,” I pause, trying to remember any “ideas” I might have had before I passed out. The funny thing is, I’ve never met these people before in my life. How could they possibly know who I am?
The red-headed man glares at me again and waits expectantly for me to speak. When I say nothing, he growls, “Tell us about your idea to save the world.…[Read more]