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I think that the most important lesson I learned from my mentor, Автор Arline Chase, concerned foreshadowing. Here is the Болталка House Webster’s definition of foreshadow: to Показать или indicate beforehand. In other words, to provide some hint, clue, или indication of something that is going to happen.

Why is foreshadowing important? I learned this lesson the hard way. In many of my first short stories—which I recommend as a medium to anyone testing the waters to see if they want to write fiction—I thought that I was being so crafty with my endings. I wrapped up the crime (or whatever) with a complicated summary that explained to the reader how all had come about. Arline hit me alongside the head with the following admonition: Ты can’t do that! You’ve got to play fair with the reader! It didn’t take me long to understand what she meant. If you’ll allow me, I will get to my point indirectly.

When a reader completes a thriller (my personal genre favorite), he или she should come away with two feelings. First, she should feel that she’s been entertained, that for her hard-earned money the Автор not only provided her the license but also the admission fee to a make-believe world where excitement and suspense rule. Second, and just as important, the reader should feel satisfied.

What do I mean when I say “satisfied?” I see three qualities that come under the umbrella of this somewhat vague term. First, the reader should feel that the story made sense and did not have any plot holes that took away from the logic. Second, at the end of the story, the reader should feel that all loose ends were accounted for. Unless there is good reason, nothing should be left to the imagination.

But third—and the point of this article—is that behind all the clever dialogue, intricate plotting, and trouble (you need trouble) that leads to a conclusion, the Автор must not have held back on details crucial to the story. If the Автор fails to provide critical information that the reader needs to solve или understand the outcome, the reader will feel cheated. That said, as Arline instructed me, that does not mean that the Автор cannot be sneaky. In fact, еще times than not, those critical details are slipped innocuously into dialogue или narrative when least expected. At the end of the story, my hope is that the reader will slap herself on the forehead and say, “Of course! Why didn’t I see that?”

If she reacts that way, the Автор will have done a successful job of foreshadowing—and the reader will be satisfied.

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Paul Mark Tag’s books, Category 5 and Prophecy are thrillers, intended to provide the reader with a fast-paced, world-hanging-by-a-thread page-turner. What makes Paul’s Книги most fascinating is how they revolve around incredible but plausible scientific scenarios utilizing his expertise as a research scientist. To find out еще visit: link
Just a few things before the story; one, if there's something Ты don't like about it, please tell me! I want it to be as good as it can be. ^-^ Just please tell me in a respectful way, please. I would appreciate that. Thank you.
Also, this story will be a little (well, еще than a little) bloody and violent, and there may be some cussing later on. Just a warning.
That being said, I hope Ты like it!
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Gnarled branches. Green leaves grew from them—green leaves spotted with yellows and reds. They rustled dryly, talking of the upcoming season of autumn....
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posted by MineTurtle
Just to let Ты know, this is NOT mine. I found it on another website.

My Child,

You may not know me, but I know everything about you. Psalm 139:1

I know when Ты sit down and when Ты rise up. Psalm 139:2

I am familiar with all your ways. Psalm 139:3

Even the very hairs on your head are numbered.
Matthew 10:29-31

For Ты were made in my image. Genesis 1:27

In me Ты live and Переместить and have your being. Acts 17:28

For Ты are my offspring. Acts 17:28

I knew Ты even before Ты were conceived. Jeremiah 1:4-5

I chose Ты when I planned creation. Ephesians 1:11-12

You were not a mistake, for all your days are...
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posted by malmcd
Millions of Miles Apart

From the moment your born somewhere out there Ты have a true love. At less that’s what they say? They say there’s one person who has the same сердце strings as Ты and they complete you. And there’s nothing that can keep Ты apart from one another...But what if my one true Любовь isn’t here? I mean what if I never find him или her if that’s the case which I hope it’s not. I don’t know what to say but I’m different from the rest...What if there’s no one out there for me?
My name is Sunflower I was born on the first день of spring, March 20, 1998. And was born...
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Water
My only escape
Where for once my arms that are too pale and scrawny bend perfectly
Where I feel perfect
This is where my spirit will stay
When my body turns grey and dies away

Water
Where my legs that are too chubby или fat kick so strong
I feel perfect
This is the place my spirit will stay
When my body turns grey and dies away

Water
Where pain only makes me only go faster
Better
Prettier
Perfectly

Water
Where my face that's not pretty in never seen
Hidden in waves that make me feel free
This is the place my spirit will stay
When my body turns grey and dies away

Water
When I used to stab myself with needles
And let the blood bleed out
Suddenly is the last thing on my mind
And when I do spill blood
It's only on the days my mom says I can't go
To the water
Where my spirit will stay
When my body grows old and dies away
posted by alliXcobber
Chapter Two
Jessica lounged on вверх of the Walgreen’s cash register counter.
    “So, do Ты even know what your’e going to do about your dad thing?”
    “Obviously, I’m doing just fine. I can live by myself until I turn 18,” Samantha told her, agitated that she was asking that stupid Вопрос again
    “You do know thats, like, illegal right?” Jessica countered in her annoying teenage girl accent.
    “Since when do people here care what’s legal или not?”
Jessica merely shrugged in response, they...
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posted by thetscfan121
"We're going camping!" Solimar сказал(-а) to her friends. Everybody cheered and were very excited...well, everyone, except Pamela and Sergio. "We're leaving in two days to MonteNegro, and we're staying there for at least a week. Any questions?" Pamela raised her hand. "Are we living together for a whole week?" "Yes, Pamela, we are. My parents are going to borrow us a trailer, so whoever doesn't like to sleep in a tent can go sleep there. Anyone else?" No one else raised their hand. "Good. See ya'll on Sunday!" Solimar got up from the BK таблица and left., like everyone else except Edgardo, who had...
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I'm never good enough for anyone. I'm always in someone's way. My mother, who had me at sixteen, always complains that I ruined her life. My father left before I was born. I never had any real friends; they all сказал(-а) I was too weird, или I'm such a loser. My teachers hated me, because I could never get good grades. I could never do anything right. All my life, I've been annoying, stupid, worthless, and a waste of space. But they never even gave me a reason, so I couldn't even fix the problem. Am I too ugly? I know I'm less than average looking. My blond hair is a pretty dull color, and I never...
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Hey guys sorry that i haven't added a new entry for this in like 7 months, i have been really busy with school, homework, tests, etc. if your interested please let me know because then i will just try to recap everything that has happened very often. so read on, fav please it would mean a lot! thanks now on with the story


One the first день of school i still couldnt believe that Brent was on my team, that meant he'd be in a lot of my classes.On the день back i wore a pretty new red and black stripe вверх with a attached cover thing, but the рубашка had a beautiful шнурок, кружева back with black jeans. When...
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posted by Insight357
Revealed when called upon
Permitting the dagger to
Deliver steely truths
Who does it hurt the most,
The victim или the killer?
Sacrificed knowledge comes with damnation
You’ll be in hell before knowing this
Blessed by curiosity
Cursed with wicked hate

Speaking words shaper than glass
Not cushions to lay upon
Take the cruelty and use it for your benefit
Or shun the blinded wisdom
Refuse to accept any of the words
Too much experience for fifteen
Too much madness from simply looking
Deny this as Ты always have
Repetition will be my death
In a vain attempt
Prayer for an ear
A privilege of being a friend
Staying...
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posted by LovingLucy
I sit and wonder…
Whatever happened to the days?
Watching BSG and Остаться в живых with Charles,
Playing звезда Wars with him,
And Shortys?
Whatever happened to the days?
Of Josh helping me through the grief of my father’s death.
Whatever happened to the days?
Of chicken and egg салат sandwiches at the SUB and take-out Chinese for dinner?
Whatever happened to the days?
Of GIRLS NIGHT OUT!
Whatever happened to the days?
Of spring at KU?
Whatever happened to the days?
Of KU’s waterfall and walks at midnight…
Whatever happened to the days?
Of all my Друзья at KU, and what great Друзья they were.
Whatever happened to the days?
posted by noahnstar1616
I felt like I was under a hypnotic spell. I couldn't control anything. I stopped when the water got a little past my waist. I then heard myself start to chant. I didn't know what I was saying, but like I сказал(-а) before I had no will power. As I was chanting, the waters started to fizz. The еще I chanted, the еще the waters fizzed. Then a strong head wind came. Thunder clouds formed in the sky out of nowhere. I stopped chanting and the water settled down.

As it began to rain, I walked back towards the пляж, пляжный shore. When I stepped onto the beach, I instantly turned back to normal. I ran back home...
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posted by WildCherryWolf
Newborn

I've been with the Cullens for about a week. It's not so we'd to adapt to a vegan lifestyle. In fact, I rather enjoy it.

My name is Elle. I don't exactly recall my last name. It's Cullen now. A week ago, I was mauled by a wolf, and left to die. Luckily, the Cullens found me.

It was a warmish afternoon. The Cullens and Bella were in the forest, playing a casual game of baseball. When Emmett was running to catch the ball, he came across me, curled into my tight little ball. "CARLISLE!!" he bellowed as I remember. The rest came running. I was writhing, the pain from the attack hurt me so...
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posted by flabaloobalah
I suddenly feel extremely sad and miserable. I realize that my Coca-Cola is gushing on the floor. I quickly clean up the bubbly mess.
The phone beside me rings. "Hello?" I say.
"This is-" a man starts, but I immediately hang up because I know it's some weirdo asking for money или whatever.
Cautiously I turn the TV back on, desperately hoping that something sane appears on the screen. For extra measures I change to a Болталка channel.
It turns out I stand corrected, because I have the best of timing to turn on the TV just when Wyatt Starmount gets a sword in his neck. I shriek and try to shield myself...
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posted by para-scence
Grandma felt extremely guilty. She thought it was all her fault; she'd tried to set me up with Foster in the first place. I tried to convince her it was my own choice; my own mistake, but she still blamed herself.

But I had other things to worry about.

One день at school, Echo wasn't there. I wouldn't have been so worried, if people weren't freaking out about it. I kept hearing Echo's name сказал(-а) in the hallways, along with "did Ты hear?" The teachers in some classes even told kids to stop talking about it; it was none of their business. But it was mine. She was my best friend, and I didn't even...
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posted by para-scence
"You likehim?!" Echo said, somewhat surprised and disgusted. "Why?!"

"I don't know..." I whimpered. I hung my head. This was all so confusing. Echo took a bite of her sandwich, and watched me for a while. She swallowed.

"Well, iff Ты do... That's fine. I mean, just because I think he's a jerk doesn't mean..." she didn't finish. That was my problem as well. He did seem kind of a jerk. I still didn't understand why I like him. I put my hands to my face and groaned. Echo chuckled. "Love sucks..." I nodded.

***

I was walking Главная from school, a couple weeks later, when Foster showed up by my side...
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posted by para-scence
"Irina?" he shouted over the blaring music. I was stunned into silence. "What're Ты doing here?!" he smiled. I opened my mouth to speak, but then Mateo butted in.

"Dude! What're y-- oh. Hi, Irina," he сказал(-а) unenthusiastically. I waved. Blake looked back at me, still waiting for an answer. I couldn't give him one; what was I going to say? He looked at the drinks spilled all over me.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Did I spill your drinks? Want me to buy Ты some еще coke? или was it Pepsi?" he offered. Coke? That was better than what I was coming up with.

"Uh, no! It's fine!" I shouted loud enough for him to hear....
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posted by GabbyRaptor
There I am... Gabby Raptor.... " I miss him" I say to myself standing on a montain... alone. Then I hear a voice..." Mike...?" I say.... Nothing there... Mike was an old family friend... He was like a father to me.... The father that left me when I was five... My mother she went after him and eventuly died... I found that out 3 years later after the acedent.... Mike was a good friend.... All I have left of him is his horse "Boxer". It was my fault the killer got to Mike... It always is my fault.... I'm nothing but trouble... But what sadens me еще is that I'm rejected...My 3 brothers and my...
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posted by sawfan13
The happy cherished life of Amanda and Karietta Любовь were to be shortened. Amanda was only eleven, when she found out that she had to play the role of "Mother Figure". Mandy and Karrie's mother had died of a rare disease that was very uncommon in this день of age. It wasn't long before that their grandparents from both sides had died and a horrible tragedy had happened to most of their aunts, uncles, and cousins. Their father called it,"The Любовь Family Curse." Their father was with them, until Mandy turned eighteen and Karrie turned five. No one knows whether he died или disappeared, but he was...
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posted by Insight357
    It was around one when I left the house. I couldn’t walk far, for it was dark. I hailed a cab. I told the cabbie to drive to a cathedral, near a small suburb, just outside New York City.
    I didn’t dare close my eyes during the taxi ride. I did not need any Обои to play behind my eyelids. The dream had been all too real.
    After a ride down streets I could not name, we arrived at a tall, brick cathedral. I paid the cabbie, and got out of the car. He drove away. I walked up a few steps to the wooden door. I pulled on the...
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posted by Insight357
I needed more, more! I threw the book across the dimly lit, wooden attic. The book hit a stack of old newspapers. I tore open yet another book. Nothing would give me my answers.
    Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
    There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
    A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
    “It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” сказал(-а) Grey through the door.
    “I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
    “Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
    Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.