Monday, December 6, 2010

Writing A Story

Recently I (Trent) have been writing. I have started one story, and have written sort of an outline for another. The one that is partly written at the moment is a sort of Murder Mystery story. I am not quite sure where exactly the story will go yet, but hopefully I can find some sort of end for it.

The other story I am working on, or really, the outline I am working on right now is more of a Suspense story. This story is more developed, seeing as though I have actually spent some time to create a small outline. I only have a couple chapters planned out so far, but I thought I'd share the outline with you, in its entirety thus far, and see what you think of it.

Feedback would be greatly appreciated, mostly because it would help me make the story better before I actually start writing the real thing. The other reason feedback would be appreciated would be to know that people are interested in reading it when I am done.

Also, any other thoughts that you have on the outline, may also be expressed in the comments section. Thank you for taking the time to read the small portion of the outline I have at the moment, and also taking the time to evaluate/criticize my writing.

Anyway, enough of my blabbing on about what everything is about. Before we go though, the first chapter is probably the most thought out as of now. The second chapter doesn't have a whole lot of 'meat and potatoes' to it, just a little bit of a story. Probably not enough to create a whole chapter. And lastly, the third chapter is not finished yet. Though this chapter will have the most information and actually story compared to the others.

These are not all the chapters that will be in the book. I will most likely be continuing to write the outline, until I think I have written it pretty thoroughly. I will also continue giving updates on the blog about how the outline and story are going. Once again Thank you very much.

Now, for the outline...


Story Outline
Type: Suspense…?

Chapter 1:
The boy sat alone on the curb of the street, cars passing by every second. He looked out across the sea of faces walking from place to place. He got up from where he was sitting and stared. He stared into the distance, with a blank face. He wanted to go home, but his legs wouldn’t let him. There was a feeling deep down in his mind that knew that he couldn’t return. However, he wasn’t aware of this at the moment, and was continuously confused about everything that was going on around him. Suddenly it hit him. Everything that had happened the past few years, cleared itself from its muddy self, and showed itself to him like newly washed glass. He knew now that he couldn’t go home. It wasn’t what was meant to be. So the boy started to run. He didn’t know where he was running to, but it felt good to him.
                Days had passed, and the boy was still running from home. He had been running for so long, that he had long passed the bustling city and was now in the country. Out in the distance he could see a small farm house. It looked abandoned, so he slowly began to walk towards it. The closer the boy came to the house, the more it seemed like an illusion. Suddenly, he came to a point where the house had disappeared completely. He took a few steps forward, and the house came back into view. The boy was getting very confused. He then took a few more steps closer to the house, when suddenly it burst into flames. It didn’t burn like something normally should, but it looked almost as though the fire was melting the wood. He wanted to get away from the house, but once again, he couldn’t move his body. First, the walls burnt down. Inside the house, the boy could see all of the memories he had as a child. He saw himself playing with his friends on the street. He saw various birthday parties his parents had given to him. Each time he began to grasp the memory, it would disappear and a new one would appear in its place. The boy fell to his knees. He couldn’t take this anymore. He kept wondering why this was happening. It had to mean something, but what?
Chapter 2:
Just then, the boy woke up, frightened and sweating profusely. It was all just a dream. He had never had a dream like this before. He was very confused, and wanted to figure out what it meant. However, he had no time at the moment. He didn’t want to be late for school. So he rushed down the stairs, expectant to see his parents. He reached the bottom, but didn’t see anyone there. He was very confused. Where could they have gone? He searched every room and no one was to be seen. There was no note saying where they were, nothing at all. He ran to the door and opened it. He looked outside, and saw nobody. It was like he was in an empty world, all alone. He didn’t think this was right. He ran out the door and looked around. He hoped that he would fine anyone in the town. He walked into various stores and restaurants, only to find out they were all empty. It was almost as though everyone had suddenly disappeared in the middle of doing things. Chairs were all over the place, and half-drunken cups were scattered on tables. He then decided to return home, hoping something would happen. There was no way that everyone could have just disappeared overnight. He thought it must be some sort of dream. But he had just woken up from a dream. Or so he thought. Maybe it was a dream inside a dream. He kept confusing himself the more he thought about it. He decided he would go back to bed, and hopefully wake up to a normal world again.
Chapter 3:
He closed his eyes and was awoken to the burning house once again. He was no longer sure which was reality and which one was a dream. Suddenly, he heard the call of a bird coming from the sky. He looked up and saw a falcon flying in circles above the house. He kept staring at it, until he fell to the ground with a thud. He awoke in a dark cave surrounded by two hooded figures. He was scared, and tried to get away, but found out that he was in locks connected to the sides of the wall. The two hooded figures were standing about 15 feet away whispering things to each other and occasionally looking at the boy.

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