A friend of mine shared an entire playlist of upbeat, Celtic-style music that’s just excellent to write to. This particular piece is great for fantasy settings – when I hear it, I immediately think of Camelot from BBC’s Merlin, the world of Princess Merida (yes, I know she’s Scottish, not Irish), or the rustic homeland of one of my new Storybooking characters. (More on that another time.)
This song practically screams of freedom, wide open natural spaces, medieval carnivals, and the optimistic starting points of great adventures. (As for the less optimistic midpoints of said great adventures, I’ll have to refer you to that gloomy old song the dwarven party sings in The Hobbit….)
Prompt – Take two characters from a story, (i.e. one you’ve read/watched or written yourself) and write a new piece in which their roles are switched.
I was watching Revenge of the Sith over the weekend, and a thought occurred to me: what if something changed, Luke had been adopted by Bail Organa of Alderaan, and Leia had been sent to live with Anakin’s step brother, Owen? How might the classic trilogy have played out?
In the same vein as the Infinities comics, just for laughs, I’m trying to write a “What-If?” story about just that. (By the way, I only read one or two of said comics; I can’t vouch for how appropriate the series is on a whole.) I mean, just try to picture it: what would Luke and Leia be like in these drastically different situations? I personally picture “Prince Luke” looking like Little Lord Fauntleroy (think long, blond hair), with a bratty disposition. Leia is a farm girl, content with her duties and not in the least bit wishing to leave them. Which means, either Leia will have to somehow have a change of heart to get off Tatooine and play the hero role, or Luke will just have to learn to be cooler before this story is over. 😛
Of course, where will be some fixed points in the Star Wars timeline, no matter what happens to these characters: At least one of the Skywalker twins discovers their heritage and at least one of the twins eliminates the Dark Side and restores order to the galaxy. Does that necessarily mean they have to kill Darth Vader, though…? Yeah, probably.
In the Rebel Force and Last of the Jedi book series, it’s said that Ferus Olin, a surviving former-padawan turned politician, made it his responsibility to watch over Leia on Alderaan the way Obi-Wan watched over Luke on Tatooine in Star Wars canon. He would probably play that same role if Luke was the prince of Alderaan, in place of Obi-Wan. So in this story, I’d want to put him in there, too. And he’s not going to be impressed by Luke. Who would? 😉
(At least, I think they’re metaphors. Metaphors include similes. I’m probably wrong.)
These are some rather humorous phrases I’ve seen floating around the web. Many of them are so full on non-sequitors that any moderately sane writer wouldn’t apply; and, as a result, are just downright hilarious to read. I’ll admit I’d love to use some of these in my own writings (specifically the humorous works, not school papers).
He was as tall as a 6’3″ tree.
From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
The lamp just sat there, like an inanimate object.
McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.
He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.
Even in his last years, Grand pappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.
She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.
The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon.
They were as good friends as the people on Friends.
The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee (D-Tex.) in her first several points of parliamentary procedure made to Rep. Henry Hyde (R-Ill.) in the House Judiciary Committee hearings on the impeachment of President William Jefferson Clinton.
The sardines were packed as tight as the coach section of a 747.
You know how in Rocky he prepares for the fight by punching sides of raw beef? Well, yesterday it was as cold as that meat locker he was in.
The sunset displayed rich, spectacular hues like a .jpeg file at 10 percent cyan, 10 percent magenta, 60 percent yellow and 10 percent black.
So here’s a belated weekly writer’s prompt:
Prompt – What sort of crazy metaphors can you come up with? Try to include one in a story, or share it below in the comments. (Just make sure it stays G-rated, otherwise I won’t let it through.)
In a Figment writing group where I’ve been fairly active, a user has been posting some daily writing prompts. They’re a lot of fun, and they usually begin with a couple of words. Instead of giving you a vague prompt to do this week, I’m going to do something more in this new style.
Prompt: Write something — anything — beginning with, I stood at the edge of
Prompt: Pick a random object in your house and write a story about it.
If it’s an antique, do you know its history? Why not make one up?
Is it just a boring old item? Write a story where it’s really more than that. Is it a dormant Transformer that’s spying on you? Is it an ancient medicine man’s amulet? It’s all up to you — the possibilities are endless.
I’ve always found it pleasantly amusing and, to some degree, fascinating to wonder what various grown-up characters in books or TV must have been like as children.
Steven Spielberg’s Young Sherlock Holmes movie presented an interesting take on Sherlock Holmes’ childhood with theories to why Holmes didn’t date and how he first met Professor Moriarty.
I don’t know how many of you will remember these, but the Nancy Drew Notebooks was a spinoff from Carolyn Keene’s classic 1930s-1970s mystery series featuring Nancy, Bess, and George as modern-day nine-year olds. (There was even one story where Ned Nickerson, the boy who would grow up to be Nancy’s “special friend” and “favorite date”, was a suspect!)
So, today’s prompt will be as follows:
Prompt: Write a short scene that introduces your favorite TV show or book character’s younger self.