Category: Writers Block
The title of this topic is the title of my newest attempt on writing a work. I intend for it to be a short story, but I've not quite figured out the plot. Here';s the introduction... short and sweet because I can't think of anything else. I need some more descroptive ideas and some advice on the wording. Here it is.
Darkness shrouded the sleeping. town. The streets lay silent and epmty, and all the nearby shops and houses quietly stood--listening, awaiting the dawn.
Let me know what you think, and I'd be quite gratified. Thank yhou for your attention.
Chica, it sounds as though from the title, "A Fiddle in the Fire" well... it sounds fanticy like.
Do you wanna' go in that dirrection with it?
If so, I'm thinking mythical creatures, Centors (SP?), creatures of that sorta' shape, and idea and things.
If ya think this didn't help, I do apoligize, I just don't know wear ya wanna' go with the story.
I do like the beginning, how ever.
Take care, and if ya want help, or more crappy ideas, add me to MSN, or PM me.
Cortney
Here's a little bit of where'd I'd like to go with this plot.
The piece that was seen earlier was the opening to the prologue. This part of the story takes place during the year 1510 in the dead of night. A fire from the bordering forest of the town spreads and catches one of the houses alight. Inside that house lives a boy of about18, whose prized posession is a fiddle made of black and pollished Ebony.
The fire burns everything, including the house's inhabitants, and when a young girl goes to investigate the rubble, she finds that the only thing that survived was that fiddle.
As the centuries pass, the fiddle is handed down from generation to generation, each time having its story told to the receiver. Each story has at least one occurrance of some strange phenomenon... the melancholy music is heard being played on that fiddle of ebony, but all the investigators find out that no one is there, but the bow looked as if it had been newly rozzinned.
When it finally gets passed down to a girl in the twentieth century, she happens to be the one that has to get it back to the place where it had supposedly burned so that its origional owner can claim it.
That's all I can think of plot-wise. Let me know what you think... allways looking forward to your ideas.
hi nimrod, I like your idea for the story. a couple things that jump out to me. it's 1510? so i'm guessing their houses are very small and simple, and would probably be easy to get out of if something strange like a fire were to endanger them.
it was probably more common to die from some sort of infection. so maybe you can draw it out a bit more, so you can introduce a bit of wierdness as the man goes threw his day. maybe he's a musician? and he is attacked on the road as creeps tried to steel his fiddle?And he is cut and then dies from that?
Thanks for the suggestion, Hollywood. I can try to draw things out, but I think that a simple cut may not quite fit the theme. I was thinking of a fire because I was going to portray it as something that just sort of snuck up on the town's inhabitants.
I appreciate your suggestion, though... I'll draw things out, as you asked, but in a slightly different way.
Keep up the good work... this is going to turn out to be a great story!
This is a note to any further readers. The next posts are going to be the actually story, and I'll create a topic for nothing but suggestions. That way, those who wish to read the story without having to stop and look at suggestions, they can do so. No more suggestions should be put here but in the suggestion thread.
Thanks for bearing with me. I'm just trying to make things easier.
Bobbi
Prologue
During The Year 1510
Darkness shrouds the sleeping town. The strees lay forlorn and empty, and the shops and houses stand silently nearby--listening, awaiting the dawn. Suddenly, like an eye opening from sleep, one of the windows is slowly illuminated from within. A figure glides to the window and looks out. The face of this figure is troubled. A hand reaches up and opens the window, and the face of a young boy of about seventeen appears in the night.
The boy looks out over the town in an easterly dirrection. He feels an uneasiness about him, like a ray of sunshine shadowed by storm clouds. Tentatively, he sniffs the air. There is a peduliarity in the way it smells that makes his uneasiness rise. It clutches at him like a vise, and he is unable to bridle the cogent urge to investigate the scene.
Hi nimrodelle. I liked what you've written so far. As for any ideas on making your story even better, I think you should be a little bit more descriptive. for instance, you only mentioned that there was a boy inside the house. what about describing him? Is he tall or short, slim? brunette? white? and so on. good story!
Yes, definitely more detail and description. Well, let's see. With your plot where you say the the thing gets past down and tthe story goes along with it, you should say more. Maybe make things happen when it happens. I mean passing down the thing and a lengend isn't going to give you much to write about. How about the person who receives this story and the thing gets sucked in to the past?