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Wedding Bells

Thursday, June 19th, 2008

Imagine that one of your fictional characters is getting married. How would it happen? Write the scene.

Alternative #1: Imagine that someone close to one of your fictional characters is getting married.

Alternative #2: Imagine that you are getting married!

Weddings can bring out the best and worst in people. They’re watershed moments that tend to be remembered for decades. They can be small or large, happy or bittersweet, tragic or uplifting. And like many other such moments, they can tell you so much about all involved.

 

As an illegitimate daughter, Cea had only been allowed to attend her father’s wedding as any other unrelated member of the house might: standing anonymously amongst the other unmarried, low-ranking sons and daughters of the house. At the reception she hung back, away from the wedding party, sipping her drink to cover the disconnected feeling that haunted her.

Her father’s new wife was barely two years her senior.

This shouldn’t have surprised her—didn’t—but it certainly felt awkward. She hadn’t even met the young woman, and had no idea what to call her.

It was late when Cea’s father steered his new wife toward Cea. His handsome face was impassive; she knew the wedding hadn’t been his idea, and he likely hadn’t met his new wife before the wedding was arranged several weeks earlier. He obviously wasn’t pleased with the turn of events, but she knew he’d do what the family required of him. The young woman at his side had long brown hair tied back in a thick braid that hung below her waist; she was a vision in silks and velvets. Her face was flushed; some observers might mistake her high color for excitement, but Cea saw the flustered look on her face as she glanced at her new husband. And who could blame her? Dern was a handsome, highly sought-after match; she’d probably hoped to be swept off her feet, not to find that her spouse could hardly even look at her.

Dern lowered his hand to Cea’s shoulder and gifted her with one of his small smiles. “This is my daughter, Cea.”

Cea watched the young woman’s eyes widen. She would have been told of Dern’s daughter, of course, but she’d probably imagined someone rather younger than Cea’s sixteen years.

“Cea, this is Selena.”

Cea curtsied to her father’s wife, lowering her eyes. “Lady, welcome to our home,” she said softly, an almost-undetectable note of sympathy in her voice.

“I see someone I should speak with; why don’t you two get acquainted?” And just like that, he was gone, abandoning his new wife to his daughter.

Cea suppressed a sigh. “Most of the guests you should meet have gone; if you’d like, I could give you a tour of the house.”

Selena pulled herself up as tall as she could, which was several inches short of Cea’s height. “I don’t need the charity of an illegitimate daughter.”

Cea saw one or two heads turn, and again suppressed a sigh. “Of course, Lady. If you change your mind, any servant can tell you where to find me.” She turned and walked away, placing her empty glass on a table and fisting her hands to drive down the frustration that built inside of her. As she left the room she felt a cold chill pass through her hands. She rubbed them together to warm them, stretched her fingers out as she uttered a frustrated oath, and caught her breath as a small, glowing bolt of cold flicked out from her fingers to leave a pock mark in the wall. She stared in shock for a moment, then glanced around quickly to make sure no one had noticed. Seeing no one, she ran all the way to her room, closing and locking the door behind her.

 

Down Below

Monday, February 25th, 2008

You wake up one morning to find that a deep crevasse has opened up in front of your house. What do you find inside of it?

 

Obviously this can go in almost any direction, from the completely mundane to the utterly fantastical. Start free-writing and see where your own mind takes you.

Immortality

Monday, February 11th, 2008

I got the idea for today’s exercise when I was reading Bibliolatry’s review of Immortal. The character at the center of this novel is, as the title implies, immortal, but he doesn’t know why. The reviewer spends some entertaining moments pondering what she’d really do with her days if she were immortal, and that led me to this.

Today, imagine you (or a fictional character of your creation) are immortal—you do not age and cannot die of natural causes. You or your character has been alive for at least several hundred years.

Put aside grand plans, twisted plots, and questions of how and why you came to be immortal, and focus on one single day. Wake up at the start of the character’s day, free-write through the course of it, and end at the end of it. What is a typical day like for this immortal?

 


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Family Secrets

Tuesday, February 5th, 2008

One great way to pull a reluctant character into all sorts of devious dealings is to spring a family secret on him. Today, choose a character you’ve been working with and brainstorm a secret his family has been keeping from him. This could be a short-term secret of his parents, or a long-term secret that’s been handed down in his family through generations. It could be a horrible shame, a dark fate, or a deep responsibility. What is this secret? Why hasn’t he known about it before now? What effect will it have on his life? Why can he not hide from it?

The Perfect Holiday

Wednesday, January 2nd, 2008

Free-write about what you imagine a perfect holiday would be like. Cover the whole day, from morning to night, although you don’t have to write it chronologically. You don’t have to use Christmas or the equivalent as the holiday—pick any holiday, whether it’s your birthday, the Fourth of July, Passover, or the summer solstice.

Insane Discounts

Monday, December 3rd, 2007

Today, brainstorm/free-write for a page (or 10-20 minutes) about the most ridiculous idea you can come up with for a holiday discount, sale, or special. Come up with something that, if you saw it, would leave you with your mouth hanging open in surprise, shock, or just plain “huh?!”

If you happen to come up with something truly bizarre that leads to the question of “why?” or “how?”, then take this a step further and turn it into a story!

An Eerie Quiet

Tuesday, October 16th, 2007

Earlier this morning, power went out all over the globe. Anything electronic? Dead in the water. No computers, no alarm clocks, no factory machines. No refrigerators or furnaces, air conditioning or security systems. Electronic door locks are dead. Electric fences lie quiescent. There’s no television or radio to tell you what’s wrong, and even if there was, no one knows enough to say.

What happens next? Where does society go from here? Were electronics knocked out a single time such that infrastructure might be rebuilt, or is something keeping them from working again? How do people cope? Where do you find food and clean water, heat or cooling as needed?

What alternative forms of power or manufacturing might people come up with? How far does civilization devolve, and what new forms spring up in place of the old?

This is a type of scenario that’s been explored in literature and movies before, but now it’s your turn to imagine how things might go.

 


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Stranded

Thursday, September 6th, 2007

Imagine that a storm, flood, or other natural disaster were to strand you in your house this very day. First, make a list of things you have on hand that might be useful to you once the power goes out, the phone service goes out, and you can’t go anywhere for help. You might also note things you’re used to counting on that you won’t be able to—such as the fridge and stove, and if you have a well, the water.

Write a story about what happens next.

Insomniac

Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007

What if… you suddenly stopped sleeping? What would you do after one day? Two days? Three days? Four? Five? Six?

What caused this situation? What effects does it have on you? You can try to imagine what would really happen in such an instance, or get a bit wild & woolly with your imaginings. The cause of your insomnia could be psychological, biochemical, supernatural, drug-induced, self-induced, magical… you name it.

How different would the world look through insomniac eyes? How would your interactions with others change? How would your priorities change?

Free-write or fictionalize as you please!

Fished Out

Sunday, June 24th, 2007

You’re out for a spin on a friend’s live-in sailboat. It’s a pretty little thing, with maroon-edged sail, a tiny galley, and room enough for several people to sit and enjoy the view in the harbor. You’ve been out all morning in breezy weather; despite liberal application of sunscreen you’re getting a tad crispy, and you know you’ll hurt a bit tomorrow, but it’s worth it.

The wind changes directions and dark clouds scud overhead. Your friend rushes about lashing things down and you do your best to help. The first high waves hit and a loose line catches your foot, knocking you off of your feet. You hit your head and black out for a split second; the next thing you know you’re choking on water as you struggle to stay afloat.

You can’t see what has become of your friend’s boat–all you can see are waves. You think you hear voices for a moment and you struggle to call out, but your head submerges beneath the water and you black out again.

When you come to you find yourself lying on the deck of a large boat, retching up water. You manage to roll yourself over and you see a man peering down at you, a concerned expression on his face. He asks you a question–that much is obvious by the inflection of his voice–but you don’t recognize the language being spoken.

What happens next? Who are these people? What will become of you? What happened to your friend? Write it up journal-style with yourself as the main character, or write it up as a story.


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