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Endless Dream

Kingsnit — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 07:00:23 +0200

Alright in this posting I am going to explore a new idea, one that kind of takes a huge leap in a new direction for me, religion.

The idea came to me during a series of thoughts and I really was just cycling thru thoughts in my head and tossed my hand in the air to grab this one and bring it in.

It takes a hard look into religion and how it affects those around us and I hope can put a new light in peoples eyes about the differences in realities and religions. It will make you see that tho your religion could very well be right, you have no right to deam other religions as insufficient or insuperior to your own.

Premise.

Imagine that you live your life trying to be the best man you can be, you make mistakes along the way but all in all you see yourself as a man who has done the best he can with the options given to him. You believe in your heart that you are a good person and that you will be given a chance to enter heaven.

I propose with this idea a look at religion where this very well could be a true theory, but at the same time in a different place or a different time there could be another person who believes in something completely different than your beliefs and he is also right.

The premise is that when you die, your last glimmer of a thought is taken into a place without time, your last breath of regret or your last stand of loyalty and faith in god is stretched out and made true in this final thought. The liar believes deep in his soul that he will never make it to heaven and so his mind grabs that belief and enflicts the punishment of his hell on his mind for all time. Where at the same time the child who dies with his mind full of wonder and hope that a true god awaits him and that he will be happy forever would die, simply to awake in a paradise given to him completely by his faith in that paradise alone.

This thought process seemed to appeal to me just beacuse it erased that hatred of religion on religion, it doesnt prove any religion wrong at all, it in fact proves each and every one of them to be right. Imagine a world where every religion is known to be true and that there is no need to grudge against any other religion beacuse you know that whatever any other person belives is also true. There would be no need for war or hate based on religion, that hate and anonymity is based on the idea that your religion is a sacrelige to my religion beacuse by yours being true it defines mine as false and vice versa, but if they were all true and you were left to choose for yourself what you wanted to believe in then what would you do, what would you choose to believe in?

The dreams between

Kingsnit — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 19:58:44 +0200

There are moments in life when everything around you slows and you begin to get a feeling in air, your mind begins to spin a tale thats greater than what you see before you, it tuants with the answer you've been searching for only to snare it away when you are but another moment from seeing it all. In these moments and many others like it bring you close to what is truly happening around you, what the world is doing as a whole not only what its doing around you. A small glimpse into what the world either could or should be, a small spark that ignites a fantasy born out of the tales we all heard as children, or a fear come to life that takes your mind thru the darkest of secrets we hide from the rest of the world....

Prelude~

"My life is a nightmare, its is every dark tale you ever heard while huddling scared around a camp fire. The demons seek me here in these dark moments always ready to take from me the hope of another dream, afraid of what might come if ever I was able to stand against them. But there is also in my life a great fire that burns far too bright for the demons to come, in these dreams I can hide for a time and gather my strength to face the moment when the light fades stealing from me the safety of friendship and love."

Light came in across the fields to the west, the grass standing tall with shadows cast across the world in great mountains, waving....dancing to the silent screams that echoed in my soul. The tree line in the distance showed me shadows that moved with great haste to destroy the light I craved. The shadows moaned in anticipation as they moved amongst the trees, but deeper almost too deep for the outlines to be made out stood a man who did not move, he stood with unrelenting patience that saw his stare bore deep into me and create the fear that consumes my every thought.

We know eachother well he and I, sister and brother, father and mother, the light and the dark, tho he cannot enter my world of light I stand here watching my world fade as his strength grew. His name is known to all the forms of light Mej'ra or as he would prefer to be called by all as Shadow Cast, he is the trickle of fear you feel at night as you lie alone in the darkness he is the shadow that you tell yourself doesnt exist.

They talk of him often in the light and say that there was a time when the world was woken in light that it was never dark, it is said that in that time the world was bright with passion and an unshakable stregth gripped the world allowing the light to flourish.

The fear of the world had not yet come to pass and as such the magic of the world began to be used for more and more dangerous things. In the beggining the magic was used to create great works of art and to bring the imagination of the light to life in ways that noone could accomplish without magic. Every step they took taking them into the unknown, giving annomoly's to the world for it to play with as it please to bend and form the magic into something new tho they never knew what could come from it.

The first thing that is written in the stories of light is a warning that came from the first of the falls, the warning reads. "Life is precious, it is not a gift given freely, death is the cost."

Chapter 1

"I remember that first dream as if it were my most recent memory no matter how many years have passed since. The feelings of it influenced me in more ways than I could have ever imagined, pushing me to fight against the dark in its many forms, guiding me to my future and the reawakening of a flame that had long since burned out. I suppose to truly tell this tale you must know a small bit about where I came from and what my childhood was like so that you may piece together the events of my adult life.

I will not tell you that I had a bleak childhood or that I was unloved in any way, quite the contrary both of my parents loved me a great deal and were given to putting aside their own gains to grant me small gifts that gave me great hapiness. I had a friend whom with I shared a great deal of my childhood with, his name was Hectorat after one of the more fantastical childrens tales of our time. It always seemed with me and Hec that whenever one gained a knowledge the other gained the one piece of knowledge that would counter it. When Hec learned how to play a sport I soon found myself going head long into with a desire to match him, and when I would discover a new card or board game he would always push himself to best me.

His childhood like mine was filled with love and comfort, our houses being only 2 blocks apart and those two blocks were taken up by the town park that we both spent most of our time exploring. He had an older brother who's name later on in my life I learned was Corey, tho when I was a child asking his name never seemed prudent, he was always away at a boarding school and I only met him while we were children three times, each at some holiday or another.

I remember I visited Hec the day after christmas to see what he had recieved when Corey had come thru the door to a miraid of screams and cheers from Hec's parents. As Corey opened his presents that were in short supply I remember thinking that they were terrible gifts, a cloak that was matt grey, and if my memory serves me a staff made of oak, when I put two and two together I guessed that Corey must be a woods guide or mountain man to need such things. I asked Hec once what his brother did for a living after that christmas and he told me that he really didnt know but that his parents had said he was a type of treasure hunter and that he worked for a historical society that was looking for a lost artifact.

The summer of our 12th year Hec and I spent much of our time deep in the forest that extended from the edge of our small town, as far as I could tell the woods never ended no matter how long and far we traveled the woods just continued on. The first few weeks we just wandered creating paths thrut he brush with branches we had broken off, pretending to be pirates or cavemen, often we would find things that were extrodinary to us. There was once a tree that had recently fallen over a creek that we spent a few days climbing around on, the water rushing by a few inches below our feet and on the other side where branches that had dug into the creek bed began to gather brush and branches that had come down stream there began a damn of sorts that would often catch odd things like cans and bottles.

There was a great ravine some ways in that we followed to its end where a small stream came out of the hillside funneling thru rocks it created a feeling of serenity that we both enjoyed. Soon after we began to gather logs and branchs that we stretched across the hillside creating a floor just above the creek then we layed thatching across it to keep from stepping in the gaps between logs. We did the same a few feet up for a roof and Hec brought an old blanket and a bunch of rope his father said he could use.

In the end the little hut we created had a wall on the side leading toward the valley made from that blanket and a the roof we managed to expand all the way to the dirt and stone wall just above the flow of water. We used the rope to create a ladder out of sturdy branches that gave us access thru the roof into the hut, it became our sanctuary when school was pushing in on us and our adventure home in the summer when we wanted to let our imaginations roar. It was quiet here, no bustling cars or noisy machines just the rolling water and sunlight dancing in and out of shadows.

From here

Kingsnit — Fri, 07 Nov 2008 14:58:02 +0100

As I posted before the book has begun!! With the beggining of the story comes all the research I have to do and descisions I have to make as to where the story might go. From where we left off I have been thinking that the next thing I need to do is explore the land of magic. The world is ruled by magic creatures who threaten to whipe the human presence on the world out. The humans that live on the planet have created a city built by magic that defends them always from the dragons and gryphins that are in constant attacks on the city's borders.

A few things that I need to explore in short story form that I will work on and post.

The city, whats it look like, whats its defenses, how is it governed? Whats it like in the everyday life of the people who live there.

Magic, I have a general idea of how I want magic to work based on things I have read in the past. What I want to do is not leave magic as a mysterious entity, just as I didnt want magic tobe in a different land and time I dont want magic to be out of reach to those who read the book. I want them to feel closer to this book than any they have read in the past, I need them to feel like the book isnt taking place so far away but that they might find this magic to be hiding around the next corner of their lives.

Postings

Kingsnit — Mon, 03 Nov 2008 07:55:29 +0100

For anyone interested the actual book writing has begun and the first chapter has its first rendition. I will surely rewrite and revise it a thousand times but it is a start and one to be proud of. Click the Book link if you want to read it.

Story Line Progression

Kingsnit — Sun, 05 Oct 2008 20:28:09 +0200

This was something I actually started thinking about and only expanded on when me and a good friend (Nut) talked about it on our way to get taco's!!

Story Line Main Point Map

This is to be a write up of the path that the story should take over time in a very vague way, this is meant to be a guide for me to say this section of the story needs to start here and end over there, how do I want to make that happen? After I accomplish this I need to map out the characters to meet along the way as well as do research into every aspect of the time events that I will be having my story wrap around. Then once I have my bearings as well as a character base and the knowledge to make use of I will be able to set my mind free on the task of telling a tale worth telling.

Act 1

-Begins with a journal entry telling of the excitement of the Main character over a camping trip with the father.

-During their camping trip they become seperated and the child is lost in the woods as a storm begins to roll in.

-The boy finds the cave and the handprint inside and accidently casts himself into a portal into the land of magic.

-The boy makes his way into the city and finds himself in the care of an old man.

-The boy learns of his magical abilities and about how magic affects the world around him.

-The boy is cast out from the city and he decides to make his way back to the place he was found in the land of magic.

-He finds the handprint again and tries to go back to our world but in doing so tears the magical spell with holding magic from our world.

Act 2

-Magic begins to have its affect on our world as the boy tries to make sense of where and when he is.

-He finds himself in a strange time with the world going into utter chaos at the apperance of magic.

-The people of the world begin to join together into groups to protect themselves.

-In order to stop magic in the world of men the man begins to track the spell that was cast so that he can reverse the tear in it.

-He finds out where the spell was cast and when and must find his way back to that time.

-Time travel proves to be unstable and sends him to the wrong time.

-He begins to see that magic was the cause of many of the past events but the spell that erased the memory of magic made people believe otherwise.

-He finally makes his way to hiroshima and finds the wizard who cast the spell.

-He duels the wizard who cast the spell to try to stop it and in the end causes the spell that erases magic.

-He wakes up and finds himself in a different time.

Journal entry'

Kingsnit — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 14:48:46 +0200

I want to put a journal type of event at the beggining of each chapter, not so much that the boy wrote a journal and we get to read it so much as I want there to be a small blurb at the begginging of each chapter to give us a bit of insight too how he feels in certain situations. Here is one I thought would work nicely in the book somewhere.

"Greed is everywhere in the city, when I thought of magic as a child I saw bright colors and magical things happening all around, happy times with the people living in luxury. That was certainly possible for many of these people but in this city nothing is guarded as well as their secrets. They cripple themselves with their greed, not one person would offer their neighbor any help what so ever, do not be mistaken there is still a defined line between the good people and the evil people, but the concept is warped here. Where in the world of men a good man would always be there to help in times of hardship and your neighbor was as much a part of your family as any uncle. Here tho, the deffinition of a good person is just a person that wont kill you when you turn your back, expecting anything more than that is just foolish.

They play politcal games and pass out favors in order to accomplish their dark goals, those in power are only there beacuse of favors for others and thier place on the throne is always as short lived as their pitiful lives. The kings often reach their position determined and self assured that they can fix the city and bring about peace, by the end of their term they are but fearful men who always expect a knife in the back and cower at the slightest movements or sounds. If ever a real man ever stepped into the role of king, a man who could put fear into the masses and take a firm command with justice, he would have an army of magic at his disposal, how could he not bring a new age of peace to the city. Peace, if ever this city sat in peace and came under a common goal they would be a force to be reckoned with."

The land of Magic

Kingsnit — Thu, 18 Sep 2008 05:53:01 +0200

After writing my last short story involving this character and his troubles I started thinking about where I could go from that point. Most times when you read fantasy it takes place in far off lands yet to be discovered or in a far away time much different from the current one. I have decided to explore at least the idea of magic coming back into the world we know now, the boy in the story in advertently opens the portal between the magic world and the world of men. This portal will have been created in ages long since past by Merlin the last great magician in an attempt to seal off the dangerous and ever growing species of magic creatures that plagued the world. In this new world he finds he will embark on a journey that will lead him too the great city of Alhumaria. In this city he will get his first taste of what it is like to live in a world of magic, not everyone in the world can use magic and noone who uses magic can use all magic. There are many different types of magic that are controlled by different measures, Ice, fire, arcane, necromancy, gemstones, power words, imbuement. Each is considered a craft the same as in our world we would call a doctor, a teacher, and so on.

The boy will be captured within the city and will be sent away to live in a bording home with a beared older man, their relationship at first will be as a slave and his master, but when a dragon attacks the city the boy will risk his life to save the older man and get himself injured in the doing. The older man will heal the boy using his magical abilities which are centered around mending of wounds. This need for eachother will spark a relationship between them that will lead to the older man teaching the history of magic to the boy. Thru this he will learn of Merlins desperate spell that cast all of magic thru the portal of time back to the beggining of the earth in the time of the dragons. Here the magic using world would have to come together to create a city they could live in and defend themselves from the dragons and the like that ruled over the young land. Merlin was said to have gone mad with grief over his mistake and wandered out into the wild to never be seen in the city again.

The boy would soon discover that the magic that emenated from this world was a direct result of the mystical dragons that humanity feared so much. Each dragon bestowed upon the world an aura that effected anything and everything in it. The aura's fought for control of the planet in a never ending war that ebbed and flowed all over the planets vast lands, what decided the magical ablilities of each human was that ebb and flow, when the children were in the womb they would use whichever magic was in power at the time and draw upon it to help themselves survive, when they were born the babies would only be able to use or grasp the use of that one magic. There were few who were born at times with more than one, as a result of the magic changing while they were still in the womb, these were dangerous people and often even as babies they would cause great destruction thruoght the city, their uncontrolled magic raging wars on the surroundings. A law was adopted soon after one such tradgedy to prevent such things from happening again, any baby who showed proficiency in more than one magic type was placed in special schools where they were monitored at all times and if they became too dangerous they were banished from the city, given enough rations for one week and a pack with a tent and dry clothes they were sent out to face the wilds and demons that awaited there.

Soon the boy would begin to feel the effects of magic taking thier toll on him, at first he took a similar path too the old man who trained him and became proficient in healing. Then as he strolled thru the park he came face to face with a dragon hatchling, the mother was above circling, she had apparently dropped the hatchling while flying over the city. She screamed in rage as she could not land in the tree covered park that the egg had landed in. She was being pelted from may sides with the bolts from the sentry towers that surrounded the city. As if it were never a question of possiblity the boy pointed at the young dragon and spoke the words of power he had learned from his master, the dragon froze and stared the boy with astonishment as it began to hover higher and higher until at last it was high enough that the great dragon swept it out of the sky and with a loud screach was gone.

When the boy tells his owner of his multiple talents, the man tests him in each of the arts, tho he seemed more powerfull in the art of imbuement than any other, he found that the boy could indeed perform each of the arts at one lvl or another. They decide to keep this information secret so that the boy would not be thrown out of the city and they begin to explore the arts and build on the boy's knowledge of each.

Falling thru rock.

Kingsnit — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 16:27:01 +0200

Slowly all thoughts and fears faded....his finger ever caressing the small groves all over the great stone. The heat from the blaze made it impossible to see anything outside of the hole in the stone where he now layed his head, small glimpses would come thru of the tree's colapsing after being licked bare by the incredible heat of the spreading flames. Everything was quiet, the only sound was the cackle of the fire as it played in the lush playground it had been released into. When the fire began to die and the heat began to receed, he noticed that he was drenched in sweat and he was laying in a pool of a strange silver liquid. It didnt seem to touch him as he layed in it, he reached out with his hand to touch it and it fled away from his finger as if it was afraid of his touch. As he pushed his hand to the bottom he noticed that the symbols found everywhere else on this rock seemed to be different under the strange liquid.

He traced his fingers over the symbol at the bottom, slowly at first as he could not see more than a quarter inch ahead of his finger before the liquid covered up the lines. As he continued his finger along the groves he tried to imagine the design in his head, it flowed smoothly without corners or sharp turns and yet it seemed to never cross itself. As he continued to examine the shape his mind began to piece together what it was that he was looking at, the design had a central point that was larger than the normal lines, there seemed to be multiple lines leading from the center and the all stopped just before a larger circle that embraced the entire symbol. Slowly the lines connected in his mind and he realised that what he was tracing was an imprint of a hand with a circle around it, only connecting just below the wrist. Just as the fog cleared in his mind at what the symbol was that he was looking at, he began to realise that it wasnt just this picture that connected, all of the symbols were connected to this one, the lines on the inner and outter parts of the stone were impressions of impact all resonating from the point where the hand imprint was.

He moved his hand above the imprint and went to put his hand into place when he felt a resistance, as if the imprint was denying his hand. The harder he pushed the harder the resistance became but slowly he made ground and now his hand hovered less than two inches from the print. He began to become aware that as he got closer to the imprint the stone seemed to change, not so much in shape but all of the symbols and cracks in the stone were glowing, faint at first but the more pressure he put on the print the brighter they became. The desire to touch the print became almost unnatural as he felt a great need to do so, he pushed with everything he had and gripped his right wrist with his left hand for more support. Then as he leaned in over the print putting almost all of his weight on that one spot the force dissapeared, as his hand fell into the print a great impact rebounded off of the rock and a great crack split the rock right down thru the print.

Without time to pull his hand away from the crack his weight fully carried him forward as he fell into the crack, but beyond the opening of the crack there was nothing. A great darkness that allowed for no intrusions of light collapsed upon the boy leaving him falling silently into darkness. The fall seemed to last forever, many thoughts crossed the boys mind not the least of which was whether or not he was already dead and this was a dream, or how he could be on a rock and fall thru it into nothingness. Just as he began to run out of questions he felt pressure on his hands and knees again, but there was nothing below him but darkness. Then as if it had always been there the ground appeared beneath him. Not all at once as you would expect but more in small sections, with tree's and animals popping up randomly in place after the ground had appeared moments before.

There were so many things he had never seen before, he realised that he himself was at the edge of a great forest that seemed to tower above him for miles, the tops of the tree's werent even visible from where he stood and the trunks couldnt have been any less than thirty feet thick. Great leaves scattered across the ground each and every one of them large enough for the boy to sit upon without even having to touch the grass. His eyes followed the tree's down to settle on the trunks and something became clear to him, he couldnt see into the forest, there were gaps between the tree's but it seemed that darkness swallowed anything beyond the first row of tree's. he approached the forest and reached out and touch one of the trunks, the feel was rough the pieces of bark strong enough to hold the heaviest of humans, and the pure size of it left foot holds everywhere, even a child could climb this tree without troubles.

He turned to look out over the hill sides that rolled out from the forest in layered waves, he saw dark spots on the hills the animals all seemed to avoid those area's. Just as he started to walk towards the first hill, a great wind came rushing from the forest, it was almost enough to take him from his feet. As he fought to keep his footing a shadow lept out from above the tree's to take flight at an amazing speed it soared out over the hills and it gave the boy his answer to the dark spots on the hills. As it flew low over a hill far in the distance it spewed forth a rolling ball of fire that slammed into the hillside shaking the ground even at the distance away that the boy was. He fell to the ground hard as the shock moved the ground underneath him and even shook the tree's great bases raining down a storm of leaves that were shook loose from the branches. This land was nothing like the flat lands of his hometown in the states, but even he knew what that creature was that destroyed the hillside, that was a dragon.

Some Random Thoughts

Kingsnit — Fri, 12 Sep 2008 05:55:14 +0200

Night is a time of dead silence, your eyes open staring ever harder into nothingness straining to see what doesnt want to be seen. The light goes out and all sanity is lost, all thoughts of what is normal or possible is tossed out the window and your mind opens itself to fantasy. The lights outside magically turn themselves from the cars passing by and late night walkers silent trek's, into demons fighting wars with flame and sword, and great adventures happening just beyond your view. Your mind ever racing to expand the world of fantasy each night building upon the story without you even being aware. One night you might dream of a forest where its seren and peaceful, the next night you might add a soft light from the moon, the next a few animals. A few years down the line that forest might be the scene of a massive story that includes more twists and plot turns than anything you could ever see in a movie or read in a book. Dreams are where the real become's far less important and what becomes more prescious than anything is not water or food, but imagination and creativity. Its not about how strong you are or about how quick you are, it is all about how creative can you be, how quickly can you imagine the next turn in the plot, beacuse unless you think fast unless you are truly innovative in your own mind can you ever make it to the end of the tale you so desperately spin in your mind every night.

My father is a man of limited imagination in the sense of writing or creative story telling, but he is greater than any man I have ever met at creating great works of art in his own realms. He does not spend his time reading line after line of other peoples work just to learn one trick of the trade or to absorb their styles into his own. He does however spend great care on the things he puts his time into, not one motion wasted not a single effort is thought thru less than a hundred times. The end result is something of great envy to me, his every project done with heroic prescision and every single one of them ends in perfection. His hands are trained with years of expirience that make me feel inept at best whenever I am involved in a project with him, and yet my own failures are not enough to cast a shadow on the final effects of each project, not only does he guide me to create more beautifully than I ever could dream of alone, but he makes sure that I learn what gets me to that point. So that one time doing a project with my father means that the next time I need to do a similar project those lessons will be remembered forever. The time that I get to spend with him is dear to me, tho it is rare for us to find that time now, when we do get to work on projects together or are able to be a part of one anothers lives it is special I think for both of us. I wish that I could find more time to be with him, I know that as we both grow older that time is dwindling away and I am losing the chance at more of those memories that mean so much to me.

Hmm.

Kingsnit — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 18:36:26 +0200

Hatchet did the lost in the woods thing and I am not much of a fan of following in the footsteps of another writer. The way he got lost in that one was by airplane tho, I am thinking that this story would do well to face tradgedy early. I am considering a major build of spirits by having the boy go camping with his father deep in the wilderness of scottland. I am thinking of having an accident happen to the father where as they hiked across scottland they come across a castle that has crumbled with age. Somewhere along exploring the castle there would be an accident where the father is injured/killed and is lost from the boy. From here the son would have to venture out to find help for his father and become lost deep in the woods. After walking for days he would need to find food and water and from there he would build a fire and shelter. The items in his backpack would allow him to survive for a time until the storm hits that leads him to the clearing.

I like the vivid change that this story represents from the real world to the realm of magic. It gives the feel of this could happen to anyone at anytime. Also with this many open ends this early in the story later on I can decide whether to have a happy or sad ending or whether to close that chapter of the book at all.

Follow up on last idea

Kingsnit — Mon, 08 Sep 2008 06:59:32 +0200

Thinking back on that last idea I think its a worthy tale to be told, but the next step is to plot out the basics. Like how did he get lost, what happened to his parents, in what way will the rock in the clearing play into his future. Theres alot of questions that need answered at this point. I kind of like that feeling tho, that there are alot of oppurtunity's for things to happen at this point. I am not sure I wouldnt want this to be the start of the book and then have it flash back to more of his childhood and lead up to this point again. I will get to work on plotting it out and see where it takes me. Hope to get back with you guys soon.

An idea worth exploring

Kingsnit — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 16:54:04 +0200

I was tossing out idea's too my two year old son about what kind of story would be fun to explore and write. I started thinking about magic alot and found that I like the idea of at least having it play a part in my story. I also like the idea of legends coming into play, folk lore and such beliefs by each local tribes, could make for interesting plot twists.

One thing that cuaght my interest was a thought about a boy who gets lost in the woods. Imagine that he spends weeks lost in the woods trying to survive as best he can, and when he faces a massive storm is running thru the woods trying to get back to his small hut. As he runs he begins to lose himself in the woods and darkness and in the end breaks thru the heavy brush into a clearing and in the center is a great stone over 30ft tall, the stone has an odd shape and in the middle of it is a hole, the hole is natural as if the stone always had the giant hole in it. The boy decides the stone could be used to shelter himself from the heavy rains. As he gets closer he notices markings on the stone but has no time to explore them. As he climbs the stone and reaches the hole he trips and lays flat on the stone. Lightning arcs down to strike a tree nearby sending sparks all over the stone and lighting the brush on fire, soon the clearing is surrounded by flames that are licking at the branches of the many trees surrounding the boy. A loud crack sounds in the air, strange that there was no light to accompany the sound. The markings in the stone begin to faintly become visible as the area is lighted by the flames. Strange markings that repeat themselves over and over in every crevace of the stone. The boy traces his fingers in the markings over and over as he lies frightened of the fire as well as the storm. Hours pass and he finds himself sleeping with his hand still tracing the markings in the stone.

-----------From there I cant decide where to take the story but I am leaning towards magic playing a role here. I think that maybe I can explore this story a bit more with a short story, so hopefully I will get some free time and post that story soon.

Detail is in the mind of the reader

Kingsnit — Fri, 05 Sep 2008 19:33:26 +0200

Writing a story has to come down to the connection between reader and book, a truly great book really isnt a book it becomes much more than that in the end. When you read a great novel you dont see words you see the story as it was meant to be seen, not like a movie which can show you exactly what only one version looks like, with a book you get the chance to tell a story while interconnecting it with the dreams and thoughts of the readers. A person who is more emotionally adept will not see the same story as someone who lives life based on facts of reality. When you feel with your heart you see others in the same light, when you think with your head it becomes harder to imagine people who dont. The great goal of the writer is too not put pictures of people in the head of the reader, too not paint the exact picture of where things are happening, the goal is to guide the readers mind thru the story bringing in the main facts and lighting the path. But what is seen as they walk that path is for the reader to decide, the color of the sky can be described as a dreary gray and one person will see a dark sky with thunder clouds and another will see dark clouds with rays of sunshine coming thru in odd places. The difference between the two might not be great, but in a single sentence the differences between one reader and another could be tremendous let alone the way the story looks in the minds of the readers as a whole.

I have put much thought into what parts of the story are the main subjects that will tie into the readers different social and lifestyle backgrounds. Life takes many twists and turns that have nothing to do with the choices of the person involved, wheather can play tricks on those involved, and accident or unforseen accurance, I think the writer has a hard task ahead of them in factoring in these things too the story. Taking the time to plot in the things of this nature is never easy but is a must to really connect with the reader, everyone has faced the unforseen and been surprised by the outcome and they will relate to the character more if they see that he too faces the same conflicts in his life as in theirs.

Another thing that I find to be of interest is the relationship in the main characters childhood to his adulthood. Whether or not he knew his parents, whether his childhood was happy or sad, whether he looks back with joyful memories or whether he looks back with nightmarish thoughts that drag on his every descision. Many adults make choices in life that are a direct result of thier childhood memories, if you were beaten as a child lets say, then in the future you would be more likely to defend a helpless child where as if your childhood was peaceful and happy you might assume that that same child being reprimanded by his parents is only being treated as such beacuse the parents love the child. A childhood can be dramatic not only for the main character but the characters that are on the side, a friends comminment to others could be lessened by the fact that in his childhood he could not count on his parents. The trust one has in another could be lessened or greatened by the things he had lived in his early years.

Summary

Let the reader see the story thru his own eyes by allowing for changes in subtle details based on their perspective.

Incorporate chance events in the trials of life in not only the main character but create depth in the story by doing the same with side characters.

When choosing a path in the story not only in events but in thoughts of the characters take into consideration the past of the character and the way they themselves might feel in that situation.

The reason...

Kingsnit — Fri, 05 Sep 2008 19:09:05 +0200

Well the whole point of this page is to give me a place to come and try my best to brainstorm on how I would like to write and what I expect of myself to create a great piece of literature. There is more to writing than just explaining the story of someone that happened somewhere, to be a truly great writer you have to connect with your readers and give them the oppurtunity to be a part of a tale that they will remember for ever. On this page I hope to break down what is needed to accomplish that, and in the end maybe begin to create the story of heroic fantasy that I know is in me to write.