Secrets, Secrets...ext_3749482July 18 2016, 13:54:25 UTC
I love this prompt. It added a layer to a WIP I haven't really touched in a few months that I think provides some movement to my plot again!
I immediately thought of one of my characters who has a lot to say and do, but needs some depth. This is what she has to say for herself.
The walls here are so dark. Miles beneath the surface; when the lights go out, I don't even have the stars to guide me. What I wouldn't give for a northern light right now. I know just three rooms over, he's there. Confused, and at my mercy for information. His room is even darker than mine. I need him to follow me. But he will hate me for it. He will wish I had never woken him up. But we need him. I need him. This is what I have to do.
My character is a high school girl who is not nearly as smart as everyone thinks she is.
I'm not really a night-owl, but staying up late is better than going to bed. When I go to bed, all of the things that I hope no one discovers comes crashing down upon me. The signature I forged. The essay I copied. The test I cheated on. Every night I lie in bed thinking about what would happen if someone found out. Mom. Dad. My teachers. My principal. My friends. The scenarios run over and over again in my head, and I can't figure out how to make them stop. So I just don't go to bed. Of course, I have to sleep eventually, but I have found that if I stay up late enough, I will fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. That's better than having to think about this lie I am living. It's better than thinking about what will happen if someone discovers my secret.
Some secrets are necessaryext_3723370July 18 2016, 18:29:41 UTC
When I close my eyes, I see her face. I buried her with our dog in her lap. Dressed in her deerskin skirt and leggings, she was beautiful. The musket balls had ripped through her lungs. Her death was not easy. Tomorrow I will track the Redcoat who shot her. He does not know I know his name.
Alice's secret - one of them at least :)ext_3749980July 18 2016, 21:25:35 UTC
I've mostly neglected my WIP over the past two weeks while on vacation. I've been jotting little snippets here and there but I'm glad to have the prompt to get going again. Not sure if I will use this but definitely helped me get to know my character better and what she might keep secret
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Thanks for this prompt! It was perfect - it really helped me figure out a major plot line. Here's what I came up with:
A fly buzzes around the room. It's too dark to see him, but I can hear the never ending drone interrupted by the ping-pong smashes against the wall. So what if they want my help to get her declared as incompetent so they can take her house? Maybe they're doing us all a favor. Great (not so great)Aunt Tillie is not so easy to live with. Yeah, she's letting us stay her while our house is getting fixed. But she is kinda nuts. What sane person shoots at rabbits with a paintball gun? She's lived here forever. But why should I care? She can't even remember my name. I am not Marie. My grandmother was Marie. The fly hits the wall,the ceiling, another wall - desperate to escape. Doesn't he know there is no way out? Stupid fly.
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I immediately thought of one of my characters who has a lot to say and do, but needs some depth. This is what she has to say for herself.
The walls here are so dark. Miles beneath the surface; when the lights go out, I don't even have the stars to guide me. What I wouldn't give for a northern light right now. I know just three rooms over, he's there. Confused, and at my mercy for information. His room is even darker than mine. I need him to follow me. But he will hate me for it. He will wish I had never woken him up. But we need him. I need him. This is what I have to do.
This is what I have to do.
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I'm not really a night-owl, but staying up late is better than going to bed. When I go to bed, all of the things that I hope no one discovers comes crashing down upon me. The signature I forged. The essay I copied. The test I cheated on. Every night I lie in bed thinking about what would happen if someone found out. Mom. Dad. My teachers. My principal. My friends. The scenarios run over and over again in my head, and I can't figure out how to make them stop. So I just don't go to bed. Of course, I have to sleep eventually, but I have found that if I stay up late enough, I will fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. That's better than having to think about this lie I am living. It's better than thinking about what will happen if someone discovers my secret.
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A fly buzzes around the room. It's too dark to see him, but I can hear the never ending drone interrupted by the ping-pong smashes against the wall. So what if they want my help to get her declared as incompetent so they can take her house? Maybe they're doing us all a favor. Great (not so great)Aunt Tillie is not so easy to live with. Yeah, she's letting us stay her while our house is getting fixed. But she is kinda nuts. What sane person shoots at rabbits with a paintball gun? She's lived here forever. But why should I care? She can't even remember my name. I am not Marie. My grandmother was Marie. The fly hits the wall,the ceiling, another wall - desperate to escape. Doesn't he know there is no way out? Stupid fly.
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