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Welcome to the Wonderful World of Creative Writing
Creatives Destination is dedicated to encouraging and supporting creative writers while they journey through the writing process. This site is designed as your one-stop destination for all things creative.
Discover writing tips for each step of the creative process. Explore the available writing formats such as short stories, poetry, and screenwriting.
In the Creatives Blog, you will find answers to literary questions like How do I start writing a story? How do I create an intriguing story world? How can I bring to life dynamic story characters that will inspire my reader? What is 'writer's block' and can it be cured?
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The Building Blocks of Narrative
The art
of storytelling flows from the human heart. We cannot
help but tell stories.
Robert McKee, the author of Story:
Substance, Structure, Style and the Principles of Screenwriting, said it best. "The telling [or writing] a story is a universally human experience [that is
wrapped] inside a unique, culture-specific expression.”
Whether we share with a friend about our daily experiences, listen to a grandparent talk about the past, or read a book –
storytelling is all around us.
Writing your own story - fact or fiction –can be a challenge. Knowing the building blocks of narrative can help.
Th Building Blocks of Narrative
1. Antagonist
The antagonist is one of the principal characters in a story and is the opponent or enemy of the protagonist.
The antagonist or villain is the
main provider of conflict. Like the hero, they are responsible for driving the plot forward.
The antagonist is not just the protagonist's nemesis and a chao-creating character. A story would not be the same without a villain. The antagonist makes the hero take action, accept a quest, and ultimately, save the day.
The other important reason for having an antagonist is that they are the primary agent that causes significant change in the hero's character arc. The battle with the villain makes the hero stronger and better than they were at the beginning.
Here are a few well-known antagonists: Darth Vader in Star Wars, Loki in The Avengers, and Hannibal Lecter in The Silence of the Lambs.
2. Character Archetype
A character archetype is a character that repeatedly occurs in various literary genres. While character archetypes were originally drawn from folk and fairy tales, they continue to be reproduced in modern-day texts. Examples are the hero, the villain, the rebel, the mentor, the sage or wise person, and helpers for the hero.
Character archetypes have recognisable behaviours, motivations, and distinctive characteristics. A film might have an annoying neighbour, the nice, average, and innocent boy-next door who turns out to be a hero, the bully who torments the hero at school, and the femme-fatale that appears as a damsel in distress but is revealed to be a cunning, devious, and malicious antagonist.
3. Character
The term 'character' is used to refer to participants in the story
world and they can be human, animal, or alien.
Characters make things happen and they function as the reader's eyes and ears in a story. Whether they capture our hearts or horrify us, a story will not exist without them.
Multidimensional characters make all the difference to your story. Describing a character's appearance and giving the reader an insight into the character's thoughts about themselves and other characters, will create an interesting story world.
Unforgettable characters have real-world problems, challenges, fears, and desires.
If your characters are boring undeveloped, and not human-like, your reader will most likely not continue with the story.
The more human-like your characters are, the more your reader will identify with them and want to read your story or watch your film many times.
4. Characterisation
Characterisation is the
personality traits or idiosyncrasies of a character. Think of George and Kramer in Seinfeld.
Characterisation also includes the
external description of a character, as well as their thoughts and feelings.
5. Focalization
Focalization is the restriction of the narrative perspective or viewpoint in a story. The person providing the focalization might be outside the story world or a participant in the narrative. The perspective might be provided through a narrator-focalizer or a character-focalizer. The focalizer determines what the reader ‘sees’, ‘hears’, and 'experiences' in the story world.
6. Narrative
The narrative is the representation of a story which includes an event or
a series of events.
7. Plot
The order in which the story events are
arranged in a narrative. Traditionally, story events are arranged in chronological order, but they can be arranged however you like.
8. Protagonist
The hero or heroine of a story. Like the antagonist, the protagonist is a principal character. However, the story usually revolves around the protagonist. The protagonist is responsible for making key decisions that drive the plot forward, and they have a power struggle with the villain. Examples of well-known protagonists are Clark Kent, Luke Skywalker, Indiana Jones, James Bond, Rocky Balboa, Ellen Ripley, and Katniss Everdeen.
9. Setting
The setting is the background for a narrative’s story world. Example. A beach, an office, a spacecraft, or an alien world.
10. Story
A story is a description of connected events that are either told by a narrator or characters.
Traditionally, a story unfolds in a linear
fashion, with a clearly defined, beginning, middle and end. However, these rules or
techniques can be broken.
Stay tuned for more creative building blocks for storytelling
References
Porter Abbott 2008, ‘Glossary and topical index’, The Cambridge
Introduction to Narrative, Second Edition, Cambridge University Press, New
York.
Garry, Jane, El-Shamy, Hasan M., Eds, 2005, Archetypes and Motifs in
Folklore and Literature: A Handbook, Sharpe, Inc., Armonk, NY, USA: M.E,
ProQuest ebrary.
Hühn, Peter, Pier, John, Schmid, Wolf, Eds. 2009, Narratologia /
Contributions to Narrative Theory: Handbook of Narratology, Walter de Gruyter,
Berlin, DEU, ProQuest ebrary.
McKee, Robert 1997, Story: Substance, Structure, Style and the
Principles of Screenwriting, First edition, Harper-Collins Publishers, Inc.,
New York.
How to Write A Short Story
One of my favourite narrative formats is the short story.
This fondness grew out of my continual battle to complete an entire story.
I had no trouble starting a story, but once I had written about a
hundred words or so, I would lose the plot – literally!
But after writing
a few short stories, I think I may have finally vanquished my nemesis.
So
if you have trouble finishing a story or you have never written a short story before,
read on. You will discover how to write a short story that will delight your reader.
Introduction
to the Short Story
The short story is known for its distinct format: length of words,
structure, viewpoint, tone of voice, etc. It provides a small literary
window onto an observed dramatic event or a personal experience.
The short story has a long history, starting in oral tradition long before writing and the arrival of the printing press. Some well-known forms are: Homer’s Iliad, folk and fairy tales. Many of these short story forms were used for teaching purposes, such as Aesop’s Fables, and in a biblical context – the parables of Jesus.
Fairy tales were originally designed to be subtle social commentaries that narrate the ruling elite’s exploitation of the lower and middle classes. Of course, these social commentaries had to be cleverly disguised to conceal the real culprits.
Feudal lords, kings, and queens were transformed into the fantasy characters we know so well today – giants, evil stepmothers, and witches. And the passive captive princess is just an example of their fateful prey.
As fairy tales have been passed down through history, they have been subject to revision due to socio-political change. Many of the Brothers Grimm tales in the late eighteenth century were repackaged for children. Some of the characters they used, such as witches and ogres, were censored by the Church. I apologise for demystifying or removing the magical aura that surrounds the fairy tale. Consider the Rapunzel fairy tale. There is more to this story than just a crazy prince climbing up a tower with a girl’s long blonde hair. Don’t get me wrong – I am a fan of the fantasy side of fairy tales too, but I believe it is important to know the ‘why behind the what’.
Short stories are great narratives for the 21st century because they do not require as much reading time as novels. They may not be as popular as the novel, but a short story may be written just to introduce an intriguing idea or a controversial situation that challenges the reader.
Writing a Short Story
When you start to craft your story ask yourself these two questions:
No. 1
Where will I start my story? From the beginning or in the middle of the action?
No. 2
How will I end my story? Will it close with a satisfying
conclusion – with all the loose ends tied up. Or will I defy traditional
storytelling techniques and leave the reader wanting more?
You are the creator of this infant literary world – it is up to you!
Personally – I like to challenge traditional storytelling
methods.
Overall, form and content are important because a short story is
determined by a specific word count.
When I was at university most of my
creative writing assessments were 1000 words. That may sound like a lot,
but considering a novel is 70,000 words plus, 1000 words can be challenging for
an author to create an intriguing storyline and dynamic characterisation.
It can be fun seeing what you can do in 1000 words. Of course,
some short story competitions accept stories up to 5,000 words.
Remember! A story is not meant to exist in a literary vacuum. It is meant to be read by others.
Finally, when you start to write your short story,
consider your audience and their overall reading experience. Reading the story aloud is a good way to know if the story is easy to read.
Creative writing exercise
Come up with a theme or an
idea for your story.
Brainstorm your narrative structure.
Choose
your setting.
Pick your characters.
If you would like to read my modern re-telling of of the fairy tale ‘Rapunzel’, ‘The
Tale of Ruthie and Grace, it is available in my short story collection Tales for the Sisterhood. Let me know what you think.
READING LIST:
Grimm, J 1982, Fairy Tales from Grimm, retold by Peter Carter, Oxford
University Press, Oxford, New York. Available from Google Books. *
Zipes, J D 2002, Breaking the Magic Spell: Radical Theories of Folk and
Fairy Tales, 2nd ed, University Press of Kentucky, Lexington, KY, USA.
Available from Amazon Books
* You can find a book of fairy tales at your
local library or an eBook through Apple iBooks.
How to Write an Amazing Opening to a Story
When it comes to writing a short storythere are two important structural guidelines to remember. The beginning and theending.
Although there are other guidelines, the beginning and ending of a short story are considered to be the most important. These guidelines apply to novels as well, but for a short story, there is a limited word count in which to offer an intriguing story world.
A story’s opening paragraph should be designed to capture a reader’s imagination and inspire them to read more.
The opening paragraph acts as a pivotal gateway through which your reader must enter so that they can journey successfully through your story.
There are many ways of beginning a story: setting, character description, action, a statement, an idea, or posing a question.
1. Setting
Your setting could be a location such as a windswept beach, a dark Dystopian city, a magical underwater world, or a simple hobbit’s hole as described by J. R. R. Tolkien on the opening page of
The Hobbit
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or eat: It was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”
2. Character Description
The opening lines can introduce your main protagonist. For example Ella huddled against the cold. damp stone wall. Her porcelain skin was pale and drawn, with deep lines etched around her eyes and mouth, and her once-glorious golden hair hung in matted tendrils around her face.”
3. Action
Starting your storywith strong action is the perfect choice as it thrusts the reader into the midst of the story. The baying of the hunting dogs drew closer as he dashed through the thickly wooded forest. Like a madman, he clawed his way through the close-knit trees, until he was redeemed by a burst of bright sunlight, and he stumbled out of the forest into a small clearing.
4. A Statement
The iconic opening statement in Charles Dickens’A Tale of Two Cities is dramatic, poetic, and memorable.
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of our despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way . . .”
5. An idea
How about Jane Austen’s opening line in the classic novel Pride and Prejudice.
“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.”
Starting your story with an idea can really get your reader thinking. Although they may not agree with your idea, they will be compelled to read on to see where this idea takes them.
6. A Question
“Where’s Papa going with that axe?” said Fern to her mother as they were setting the table for breakfast.”
Charlotte’s Web, E.B. White.
Beginning your story with a question sets up intrigue in the reader’s mind. You have provided them with a question that needs to be answered and they must commit to the whole story to discover the answer.
I have provided just a few tips on how to write a dynamic opening for a storyin a way that will capture your reader’s imagination.
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How to Write a Gripping End to a Story
“Have you thought of an ending?”
“Yes, several, and all are dark and unpleasant.”
“Oh, that won’t do! Books ought to have good endings. How would this do: and they all settled down and lived together happily ever after?”
“It will do well, if it ever came to that.”
“Ah! And where will they live? That’s what I often wonder.”
J. R.R. Tolkien,
The Fellowship of the Ring.
Ending a story can be a difficult part of the writing process. Once there is nothing else for the characters to do; the victory has been won and the antagonist vanquished, the story needs to end with a gripping conclusion.
I find it sad when a story reaches a conclusion, but all stories have to end, don’t they?
When it comes to your literary masterpiece, here are five creative tips on how to write a gripping end to a story.
Like the beginning of a story, there are many ways to end a piece of fiction.
You can choose to end your story with a satisfying conclusion – with all the loose ends tied up. Most of us enjoy this type of ending. The neat and tidy ending is so popular because, unlike real life, a story can provide us with a guaranteed resolution of conflict where everyone lives ‘happily every after’.
For writers who choose to defy traditional story-telling techniques, there is the option of a ‘surprise ending’ or an ‘open ending’.
By daring to be different we can leave the reader desiring more.
So let us explore the different ways to end a story which will leave an unforgettable impression on your reader’s mind.
1. The Circular Ending
A circular ending is when the story concludes with a mirror image of the beginning.
With a circular ending, the characters return to the same scene at the beginning of the story, but things have changed in the story world.
During their journey's characters have learned some valuable lessons, they have loved, struggled, and experienced some loss. Ultimately they have been transformed in some way. They are better than they were at the beginning.
The characters' transformation and the lessons they have learned will be shown in the paragraphs at end of the story.
A classic example of a circular ending is in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
This much-loved story by C. S. Lewis is one of the best examples of a circular narrative ending.
As in the beginning of the novel, the children tumble out of the wardrobe and are met again by the footsteps of Mrs. Macready and her guests in the hallway.
But the children, Susan, Peter, Edmund, and Lucy have changed. Due to their experiences in Narnia, they have a different perspective on life, and are more mature even though they are still children.
2. The Surprise Ending
Kate Chopin’s ‘The Story of an Hour’ is a great example of a surprise ending.
In the beginning, Mrs. Mallard is notified that her husband has died in a tragic train accident. The majority of the narrative focuses on Mrs. Mallard’s conflicting emotions over her husband’s sudden demise and reveals revelations about his abusive nature.
Mrs. Mallard's inner monologue show her dramatic shift from the grief-stricken widow to a woman who has discovered the guilty pleasure of an overwhelming revelation. Her husband's death means she is now free from his suffocating control. But the author introduces a clever twist at the end.
Mrs. Mallard's husband Brently Mallard was well and truly alive, and seeing him at the bottom of the stairs, not only shocked his wife, but shocked me as well. The way Chopin writes this story made me believe like the wife, that Mr. Mallard was dead.
The surprise ending is not everyone’s ideal ending, but Chopin’s ironic and tragic twist contributes to the overall tragic mood of the story.
Daphne Du Maurier's The House on the Stand is one of the best examples of an ‘open’ ending I have read. Although I am a fan of defying traditional narrative expectations, I initially was quite shocked and disappointed by her choice of ending.
I really wanted to know what happened to the main character, Dick Young, who had become addicted to a mysterious drug that enabled him to travel back in time to the fourteenth century in Kilmarch, Cornwall.
At the end of the book, Young is back in the safety of his home in the 20th century and under the expert care of the resident doctor. But whilst on the phone with his wife, he suddenly loses consciousness, and this is where the novel concludes.
Du Maurier had left me high and dry and I was devastated. I wanted to know what happened to Dick. Did he die? Did he return to the past? So many questions and absolutely no answers.
Du Maurier’s ‘open’ ending was another example of clever writing. She had provided me as the reader with an opportunity to dream up my own ending. As a passive reader, she was giving me some narrative power and inviting me to write my own conclusion and decide Dick Young’s ultimate fate.
4. The Trick Ending
‘An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge’ by Ambrose Bierce is an excellent example of a trick ending.
At the beginning of the story, a man is being hanged. Bierce provides quite a densely packed narrative about the man’s supposed dramatic escape. But it is not until the man reaches his home and family, that we are told that he, “Peyton Farquhar was dead; his body, with a broken neck, swung gently from side to side beneath the timbers of the Owl Creek bridge”.
In writing this story, Bierce had drawn upon the idea that moments before death a person can be subject to hallucinations, and he uses this to trick us into believing that Peyton had cleverly escaped his death sentence. With his trick ending, Bierce reveals that Peyton had only imagined that he had successfully cheated death!
5. The Summary Ending
This technique is used a lot in film-making. At the end of the film, the audience is shown a written summary that tells them about the final outcomes for each of the characters. The summary might say they get married, they succeed in business, etc.
As in films, this choice of ending provides a feel-good ending for the reader. The hero or heroine is victorious, the villains are punished and justice is served.
I have provided you with just a few choices for the ending of your story. But whichever one you decide to choose, your purpose should always be to leave a lingering impression or a dynamic image in the reader’s mind.
As writers we have the power to entertain and inspire the reader but to also challenge their literary expectations. Have fun writing your gripping ending for your story
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How to Create Compelling Story Characters
Creating story characters is an exciting part of writing. As the creator of your own micro world, there are new heroes and villains just waiting to be born.
In order to capture your reader’s attention and make them want to read your story up until the last page, you need to create compelling story characters they will care about.
So before we start, let me ask you some questions. When you read a book, watch a film, or a television show – what draws you in? What captures your imagination? What inspires you to go and see a film or buy a book? What gets you hooked on a television show? I am pretty sure your answers to these questions will be… the characters – real or fictional.
It does not matter whether we cheer for the hero or whether we hate the villain, characters are the most important elements in the story world.
We all have our favorite characters. Who is your favorite character? Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Princess Leia, or maybe a cartoon superhero like Batman, Superman, Spiderman, or Iron Man? Or maybe you are a fan of the villain– the hero’s nemesis!
The best characters are complex and fully developed. They have distinctive traits (actions, speech, and external appearance). Just like us.
Characters appear more complex when they undergo a metamorphosis or a personal transformation throughout the story.
What do we look for in a character? Human qualities like sensitivity, empathy, strong values, bravery, etc. We seek to identify with characters on some level. Do they laugh, cry, or experience conflict? Do they experience crushing disappointments and celebrate long-awaited victories?
Even though I am a self-confessed bookaholic, I believe the world of filmmaking has the greatest potential for creating dynamic characters. Since the creation of films, in the late 19th century, audiences have been quite happy to sit in a small darkened room, separated from their friends and other captured viewers, whilst being held transfixed by the moving images on a screen.
In the 21st century, we continue to repeat this much-loved cultural activity, either at the cinema or in our home theatre. And in these social places of magic and wonder, we are suspended in time and space.
So what keeps us spellbound? Forget the special effects, the digital sound, and computer-generated imagery (CGI). It’s all about the characters!
Whether we admit it or not, we live vicariously through these imaginary people who seem to live eternally in the magical story world.
“It begins with a character, usually, and once he stands up on his feet and begins to move, all I can do is trot along behind him with a paper and pencil trying to keep up long enough to put down what he says and does.”
― William Faulkner
I love this quote about story characters. Faulkner’s experience reminds me of what can happen when you breathe life into a character. Once you have drafted your character's back story, their actions, and their trajectory, chances are, he or she can sometimes develop a mind or will of their own.
There have been countless times when my characters have surprised me. Their personalities have undergone a dramatic reversal and they seem to want to direct the plot themselves. I thought it was just me and I had been staring at the computer screen for too long. I had spent too much time in the fictional world.
One day I attended a catch-up meeting with some other ‘creatives’ , and when I asked one of the writers do your characters sometimes change during the writing process? The answer was Yes!
So, why do characters change mid-story? As writers, we have the power to create characters that can mirror real-life people. And just like real people, your characters can develop a mind or will of their own. Maybe it is just some magic from your creative muse.
A character will possess universal human characteristics and can be drawn from people we know. We can relate to them on some level and we hope others will too.
Of course, characters are not only restricted to humans; they can be animals, extraterrestrials (E.T.), or toys that come to life (Toy Story). The possibilities are endless. Sometimes there are characters we can not relate to, but they also have an important part to play and have an important story to tell.
“Who are these characters? What do they want? Why do they want it? How do they go about getting it? What stops them? What are the consequences? Finding the answers to these grand questions and shaping them into a story is our overwhelming creative task.”
Robert McKee, Story, Style, Structure, Substance, and the Principles of Screenwriting.
Characters are the active agents in your story world that drive the plot forward. They get things done, and they react to situations and to other characters. The dialogue and monologues uttered by fictional heroes and villains are often the words we fear to say in real life.
As a creator, we can make our characters do things that we are afraid to do in our everyday lives. An example would be: having the courage to talk to someone we have admired from afar, or being bold and accepting a challenge.
Yes, sometimes characters can achieve the things that we can only dream about.
I also think that creating characters can be very therapeutic. When I’m angry, stressed, or depressed – creating a character helps.
Here are a few tips or ideas to get you started:
1.
Create a backstory for your character/s even if you are writing a short story.
.A short story can develop into a novel or screenplay.
! Create a character profile: name, age, appearance, occupation, etc.
2.
Just like actors do when they are preparing for a performance, ask yourself these questions about your characters? What drives them? What are their motivation, passions, fears, and goals?
Let your characters lead you. The fictional world is their domain. Let them take you on their journey, you never know where it may lead.
So have fun creating compelling story characters your reader will love.
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How to Write a Dynamic Poem
Poetry is such a fascinating and multifaceted aspect of creative
writing. It is an expression of life coupled with the imagination.
Writing poetry can be as simple as a few well-placed words that rhyme. Or it can be a complex arrangement of lines, stanzas, and rhyming patterns.
Poetry opens up an unlimited world of creative possibilities. Once you have a good understanding of the wide range of techniques and styles
available, you can craft your own unique expression of life.
An Overview
of Poetry
The history of poetry is as complex as the art form itself. There
have been many debates over the centuries over what constitutes a poem.
The
origins of poetry stem back to oral tradition, where a poem was used primarily
for didactic and entertainment purposes in the form of a ballad. Shakespeare
made the Sonnet famous – a poetic form that fuses together a delicate balance
of both narrative and lyrical qualities. With the arrival of the printing press
and the book, poetry became a highly respected literary style.
What
Constitutes a Poem?
Is a poem just a static literary form that must adhere to a particular
rhyming pattern, specific use of language, and a rigid structural format?
The traditionalist would argue that a poem should adhere to a strict
rhyming pattern and its appearance on the page must not divert from four-lined
stanzas that run down the page.
The rebellious post- modernist would argue that rules are meant to be broken. Writing a poem is a free and unfettered craft that is subject
only to the artistic whim of the poet.
I think the answer to what constitutes a poem lies in this statement. A poem is the perfect form of creative expression.
What is your view? Does
a poem allow a writer to express their feelings, thoughts, and experiences of
the world better than a short story?
The 19th-century classical poet and critic Matthew Arnold defined a poem as the ‘most beautiful, impressive, and most widely
effective mode of saying things, and hence its importance….’ (Knickerbocker
1925, p. 446). But as grand as this quote sounds, the art of writing a poem is
so much more.
Poetry teaches us about the beauty and power of language and the
richness of words. By using a combination of the available poetic
techniques, a writer can find complete freedom in the expression of thoughts,
ideas, and feelings.
John Redmond defines a
poem as not so much a structure of words, which has to conform to a set of
rules and a particular form, but an experiment with being, that has a
personality and value of its own. “…any good poem should make us feel like
explorers of a new planet, setting out on a momentous adventure… [a] good poem
will try to maintain the openness, the sense of possibility, which every reader
feels when they open a book for the first time”(2006, p. 2).
To maintain the openness and the sense of possibility, a poet needs to
keep the reader in mind when they are writing a poem. By using language
and images that the reader can engage with, they will feel that they are able to join the poet in the journey of exploration.
A poem enables the poet to reveal their thoughts or life experiences to
the reader through a heightened use of language that appeals to the emotions.
It is an invitation from the poet to the reader to undertake a deep exploration of ideas.
Overall, the poet designs their perfect form of creative
expression not just to engage their reader, but to provoke a response.
If you would like to learn how to write a poem, here are 7 writing tips that will get you started on your writing journey.
7 Poetry
Writing Techniques
A poet has access to a toolbox that is full of different techniques or poetic
devices. These devices allow you to aptly convey your thoughts, feelings, and
experiences of the world.
1.. Sound. An arrangement of sound (a
clever combination of alliteration and assonance – the repetition of consonant
and vowel sounds), creates an internal rhyme and evokes music in our minds when
we read the poem out loud. Assonance can create an internal rhyme like this
line of poetry by Theodore Roethke “I wake to sleep, and take my waking
slow…”
2. Enjambment. Enjambment is strategic line breaks that determine meter and rhythm,
which can highlight a certain phrase or idea.
3. Imagery. Imagery allows us to draw
upon vivid descriptions to create a word picture. You can use concrete
images, which are images that we can see or feel like the sun or rain, a cat,
or a house. Abstract images denote things or concepts we understand but we
cannot see or feel like love, freedom, or justice.
4. Metaphor and Simile. These two figures of speech are used to draw a comparison between two things that are not alike.
5. Rhyme. Rhyme relates to words or
lines that end in identical sounds. “Whose woods these are I think I know. His
house is in the village, though…” Robert Frost.
6. Tone. Tone is a particular use of
voice that evokes a certain type of feeling or emotion like melancholy, happy,
pensive, sad, or angry, which is determined by specific word choice. This is an
excerpt from Departure by Edna
St. Vincent Millay, which shows a melancholy tone of voice.
I wish I could walk till my blood should spout, And drop me, never
to stir again, On a shore that is wide, for the tide is out, And
the weedy rocks are bare to the rain.
But dump or dock, where the path I take Brings up, it’s little
enough I care, And it’s little I’d mind the fuss they’ll make,
Huddled dead in a ditch somewhere.
Source: Poetry Foundation.
7. Poetry Styles. Explore the
many poetry styles available. A poem is such a vibrant and versatile art form.
There are many composition styles available – Free verse (which does not
conform to traditional rhyming stanzas that contain a regular meter or rhythm). An Elegy is a short poem or a song that portrays sadness.
These 7 writing tips are just a few tools that the poet can
access in their toolbox. Some of these techniques can also be used in writing
stories, but they specifically belong to the world of poetry.
Ultimately, the role of a poem not only serves the purpose of
self-expression, but it can teach us something new, and capture our
imaginations and emotions.
I hope that these 7 writing tips help you to write a poem
and that you are inspired to discover the creative possibilities of poetry.
If you would like more resources on poetry styles and authors, visit the Poetry
Foundation website.
References:
Knickerbocker, William S 1925. “Matthew Arnold’s Theory of
Poetry”. The Sewanee Review 33 (4). Johns Hopkins University Press:
440–50, via Jstor.
If you want to produce a dynamic screenplay that wins the attention of your
audience, a stellar Screenplay Beat Sheet will help.
Just like an architect draws
up his plans before building a house, a screenwriter must create a blueprint for a film before the screenplay is written.
This Screenplay Beat Sheet format has been taken from a Screenplay Design Plan that I used during my degree at Griffith University in 2013.
Save the Cat! has examples of Beat Sheets for range of well-known films.
1. The Opening Image
The Opening Image is the most important part of the film as it sets up the overall theme, genre and style of the movie.
The first scene has to contain a strong and memorable image. You could introduce the hero or the setting of the film in the opening scene.
Some films use ambiguous images that don’t mean much when they first appear on the screen but they make sense at the end of the film.
Remember the pile of black top hats in the first scene of the film The Prestige?
In the beginning, those top hats were strange and we wondered what they meant. It wasn’t until the end of the film that use of the hats became clear. They were the key to understanding the whole film.
2. Statement of the Theme
In this part of the film, about-5-10 minutes in , the statement of the film's theme should start to take shape. There will be some dialogue between the characters who provide us with some details on what is to come.
3. The Set-Up
The Set-Up of the main theme of the film, usually occurs in the first ten pages of the screenplay. We meet the hero; find out what his problem is and the Major Dramatic Question (MDQ) that he is seeking answers to. The plot thickens.
Questions are raised and we wonder how they will be answered.
Most importantly we see might even see the villain, the hero's antagonist. He may or may not show himself to be the villain just yet, but he will be getting ready for battle.
4. The Catalyst
In this section, the hero is poised and ready to embark on a quest. But still, he is uncertain, there are too many obstacles.
To compel the hero to take action, some type of catalyst is used. A dramatic event occurs or the antagonist strikes. We are drawn deeper into the hero's world. We see and feel his reticence. We wonder whether will start the quest or he go home.
5. The Hero’s Deliberation
The Hero’s Deliberation is when the hero knows he must embark on the quest and take some action to solve his problem. But he is still uncertain about how to move forward. He still may want to walk away and refuse to accept the quest. He teeters between the ‘fight or flight response. But we are not disappointed as he finally makes the decision to act.
Friends or helpers as they are called, rally around the hero to help him on his way.
6. The Transition Point Into Act II
This is where the film really takes off. The hero has made his decision and has accepted the call to action. His quest has begun. Something has to be done and he is the only one to do it.
7. Introduction of the Main Sub-Plot
Once the main plot of the film is underway, the sub-plot can be introduced.
The audience is familiar with Part A or the first half of the film and now it is time for Part B – the second half to commence.
Part B may highlight the subplot of a love story that works in with Part A. We are introduced to some new characters – a love interest or the hero's helpers, (if they haven’t already been introduced in the first few scenes).
8. Playing around with the Characters and the Premise
In this section, the screenwriter can start playing around with the characters, their relationships, and the complications that ensue. This section of the screenplay forms the heart of the film and acts as the major drawcard for the audience.
9. The Midpoint
The Midpoint is the halfway point or may even work like an anti-climax. This is the part of the story when the hero's world starts to disintegrate around him. He feels that he has failed. He seriously considers going back home. But in his heart he knows the quest has to be completed.
10. Dark Forces Closes In
This is when the protagonist and antagonist start to clash with a vengeance.
The hero may find himself deserted by friends and family and he has to face the ‘dark forces’ all alone. He is standing on the edge of the abyss looking into its dark murky depths.
What will the hero's next action will be? Will he turn return to the safety of home, or will he surge forward and embrace his destiny?
11. All is lost, or Victory Is Mine
This is my favourite part of a film. The hero is faced with seemingly total devastation. He has lost everything. Something or someone dear to him dies, a partner, an animal, his family.
It is painful to watch but the hero's personal destruction will prove to be useful for his growth. He will undergo a metamorphosis and be better and stronger than he was before. But he has not won yet. He may have small wins along the way but total victory not within his grasp, yet.
12. The Dark Night of the Soul
The Dark Night of The Soul only takes up a brief part of the film, but it is extremely important as this is where the audience experience s the full impact of the hero’s devastation. We believe that the hero has lost and the quest is over.
A close-up on the hero's face with no dialogue works well here.
A great example would be Mel Gibson in The Patriot when he witnesses the death of his eldest son, or Russell Crowe in Gladiator when he arrives home to find his wife and son have been murdered.
The hero has to walk through the ‘valley of the shadow of death' and the audience must be able to feel his pain.
The Dark Night of the Soul section of the film has to be the darkest of all, even more than the Dark Forces Closing In section.
All hope is not lost, but it needs to look like it is.
13. The Transition Point Into Act III
The transition point shows the hero slowly rising like a phoenix out of the ashes of his fiery destruction. He has not been abandoned. His friends arrive to help him solve the problem and battle the villain.
14. The Finale
Part A and Part B of the screenplay have finally come together. The story has come full circle. The hero has gone through hell. He has experienced great personal loss. Despite his challenges, he is powerful. His character arc shows his full transformation. This transformation will help him in his final battle with his nemesis. This time he will defeat the villain once and for all.
The Final is the major climax of the film. Everything depends on on it. If it’s an Action or Science fiction film, the finale will go off with a bang. If it’s a Romance film, then the finale will be sweet and satisfying.
15. The Closing Image
The Closing Image is a mirror image of the Opening image. But there is a important difference.
The evil that was present at the beginning has been vanquished. The problem that the hero was struggling with has been solved. The protagonist's major dramatic question has been answered.
The hero has learned an important lesson. He may appear outwardly battle-scarred, bloodied, and bruised, but he has emerged from the battle victorious.
He has experienced great loss but has also gained something valuable.
In some films, all the loose ends will be tied up. Questions that have been raised throughout the film will be answered. But there may be some ambiguity as well. The audience may be left with some unanswered questions. Leaving a partially unresolved ending allows you to decide what you think may have happened to the characters once the story ends.
Overall, there should be a sense of resolution that comes with the Closing Image.
Now that you have learned how develop the structural outline of a Screenplay Beat Sheet, you are ready to start writing your screenplay.
References
Formatting the Screenplay. Screenplay Design Plan, Griffith University, Drama Screenwriting Study Guide 2012.
How to Write a Dynamic Screenplay
A screenplay is a complex dramatic form that requires a particular structure and format.
There are many multimedia entertainment formats that utilise a screenplay or a script such as films, television, and theatre, but I am going to use film as my frame of reference.
The magical world of film-making has captivated our collective imagination since its inception in the late 19th century, and now in the 21st century, it continues to be one of the most popular mediums for global storytelling. So it is important to create a dynamic screenplay.
An overview of a screenplay?
A film, as opposed to a work of fiction, is primarily a visual medium, therefore a screenwriter needs to think in visual terms. Although the dialogue is important, a dynamic and memorable image can deliver information much more effectively.
A screenplay may draw upon many similarities that are attributed to a work of fiction such as a complex story-world, a strategic plot, and characterisation, but it predominately relies upon the art of visual storytelling.
In the world of film-making, a screenplay acts like “a plan” or a “blueprint” (Glenn 2008, p. 104) for everything that is seen and heard on the screen. So when it comes to crafting a screenplay, remember the all-important literary mantra, Show Don’t Tell. As a film contains moving pictures, the screenwriter needs to be able to craft words that come “alive with all the motion and emotion” (2008, p. 104) that is synonymous with the silver screen.
Before you set out to start writing each scene of your screenplay, ask yourself these four questions
1. Does my opening scene create a dynamic image in the mind of the reader and will it work on screen? Visualising your scene on screen is a good technique.
2. Have I been economical with my word choices, have I used dynamic nouns and strong verbs to communicate the setting, action, and characters.
3. Have I utilised a good balance of dialogue and action?
4. Does my screenplay create interest and suspense? This is where re-writing and multiple drafts help.
Remember: perfection takes time.
A screenwriting tip.
Download the screenplay for your favourite film and analyse its scene structure, tone, etc.
The Stage 32 website provides copies of the latest screenplays, but registration is required.
More tips for writing a dynamic screenplay.
Avoid using anything in your screenplay that cannot be communicated visually or aurally on screen.
Film-making is all about dramatisation, not exposition. Show don’t tell!
Although the dialogue is necessary to reveal story and character information, a single engaging image can convey a thousand words. A close–up on a character’s face, or the camera focusing on a single memorable image.
Choose action over dialogue. The saying “Actions speak louder than words” is just as true in the film world. And like real life – what a person does as opposed to what they say reveals their true nature.
Of course, the dialogue is important, but when using dialogue use carefully crafted and strategically placed dialogue as opposed to a whole load of empty waffle.
Dialogue is important for finding out about characters and the plot, but a screenwriter has to be ruthless and cut out any unnecessary verbiage.
Lastly, when you write your screenplay and use strong images (especially in the opening scene). A strong image will create a strong emotional response from the audience and ultimately a memorable film.
In this debut collection, Australian author Diana Jane Heath introduces readers to vivid and fully imagined characters who capture hearts and minds as they delight and challenge.
Each of the short stories in Tales for the Sisterhood feature female protagonists encountering the human struggles of unrequited love, searching for one’s true identity, and abandonment, as well as the pain of bullying and even the horror of human trafficking.
Drawn from Diana Jane Heath’s vivid imagination—apart from “Just in the Nick of Time,” which is based partly on actual events—the varied narratives in this collection are united by their collective ability to inspire and empower women facing the myriad challenges of modern life.
Peppered with surprise plot twists, unexpected endings, and important truths about the reality of social injustice in the world, Tales for the Sisterhood is not for the faint of heart. Graphic scenes and mature themes help illuminate difficult issues and raise awareness about some of the challenges and dangers faced by women around the world.
A young woman waiting for love to find her. A college student who accepts a strange research position in her uncle's medical practice. A woman abandoned in the Australian outback struggling to make a living. These are the sorts of characters you'll meet as you dive into the world of Tales for the Sisterhood – a powerful collection by Australian author Diana Jane Heath.
In this brand-new collection of short stories, Australian author Diana Jane Heath takes you on another spell-binding journey into the fascinating realm of the imagination. Be tantalized by tales that will delight, surprise, and thrill you. Join a host of colorful characters as they face life's challenges and celebrate their victories.
Forbidden tells the tale of two young orphans searching for the truth about their identity. In Metamorphosis, an abused woman finds help from an otherworldly source In the macabre tale, Hortus Vindictus, an obsessed horticulturalist battles vengeful plants. Lovers of reimagined fairy tales will enjoy The Christmas Party and The Yew Tree.
Many of the stories in this collection include plot twists, and unexpected endings, and highlight important truths about social injustice in the world, past and present. This story collection is not for the faint of heart. Mature themes help illuminate difficult issues and raise awareness about some of the challenges faced by women around the world.
Diana Jane Heath is an author and blogger who lives in Sydney, Australia. She holds a Bachelor ofCommunication degree and works as a freelance writer.
Recrafted Classic Fairy Tales
If you love fairy tales with a twist, this book is for you. Recrafted introduces you to five reimagined fairy tale classics: Rapunzel, Cinderella, Little Red Riding Hood, Snow White and Rose Red, and The Frog Prince. Each story rewrites fairy tale lore, such as 'living happily ever after,' the magic mirror, and especially the damsel in distress waiting to be rescued by a prince. Modern fairy tales like The Christmas Party and Green Shirt are set in an office environment, and Sisters shines a spotlight on the devastation caused by the human trafficking trade. This collection offers fresh interpretations of traditional fairy tale themes such as the struggle between good and evil, love and beauty, family relationships, power, courage, and overcoming adversity. Embark on a captivating journey with a cast of strong female protagonists who pursue true love, fight for survival, confront social injustices, and strive to find their place in the world.
The Bridge
Diana Jane Heath
The hulking black
façade of the bridge looms out of the dense grey fog. There is
no sound from the highway or a breath of wind. Even the river that flows under
the bridge is noiseless. I walk over to the railing and look down at the water.
It is black as pitch. The bushes and trees on either side of the riverbank are black
and shadowy. Black as the darkness inside me.
The full moon
peeks out from behind a drifting white mist and the cloudless black sky hosts a few twinkling
stars. My thoughts turn to my mother who named me Star, after one of those
pulsating orbs of pure energy. I hated my name. The kids at school made fun of
me and followed me around the playground singing, “Twinkle, Twinkle Little
Star.”
Although
those years of torment were over, people still looked at me strangely when I told
them my name. Even though I am 23, I believe the world holds nothing for me.
Failure with a big fat F! should be stamped on my forehead. I am a misshapen
puzzle piece without the right puzzle to fit into. Everything is a struggle,
making friends, keeping a job, or maintaining a relationship. To try to make
sense of my meaningless life and my chaotic emotions, I visited a psychologist.
He diagnosed me with bipolar depression and told me my destructive
relationships were due to an emotionally absent biological father and abusive
stepfather. I tried to put into practice his Guide to Holistic Mental Help
Program and take the medication, but life sped on with me desperately trying to
keep up.
Every day at
the supermarket where I worked was the same. Endlessly scanning products and
packing grocery bags, occasionally muttering an uninterested “hello, how are
you?” to customers without making eye contact. I listened to their banal
chatter, about their children, husbands, partners, and friends, their weekend plans, and
the expensive prices in the store. As countless people passed through my
checkout, I could not help but wonder if they were happy with their lives. Was
life just about spending money, finding the right life partner, or raising
kids? Did the customers even consider what happened after life ended? These
metaphysical thoughts consumed my mind even though I had no answers.
At the end of
each day, I returned to my empty townhouse, and the only sound to comfort me
was the television as background noise. As I ironed my uniform, I stared at my
name tag in silent fury. I replayed the amused grin on the store manager's face
at my first interview, the staff members' mocking laughter in the lunchroom,
and the curious looks of customers when they saw my name tag. I did not look
like a star with dull brown hair tied up in a ponytail and a pale face with no
make-up. Did I see that mocking grin, hear the laughter, and experience those
humiliating moments? Maybe I imagined it all
I had thought
about changing my name, but it was the only link between me and my mother, who
died when I was 9. My mum had been my whole world; her precious little Star. We
had such fun times together. Sometimes, we would sit
together on the porch and look up at the night sky and she would teach me the
names of the different constellations. But those moments were rare as my poor
mother suffered at the hands of her alcoholic husband who was my stepfather. I would
lie in my bed with the pillow jammed over my head trying to muffle the noise of
their constant fighting. So many nights I waited in fear knowing my stepfather
would come to my room to play those 'games' I knew were wrong.
As Mum got
older, and after that monster had died, she began to change. She would sit in
her favourite rocking chair, staring out the window into the front yard, with
an endless supply of beer bottles next to her. Her red-rimmed eyes would try to
focus on me when I asked her what was for dinner, and she would mumble that
dinner was in the freezer - another tasteless microwavable meal. But one memory
would be seared forever like a hot brand into my mind. I arrived home from
school one day to find my beloved mother hanging from a rope that she had
looped around the chandelier in the lounge room. Her staring black eyes, I can see
even now. After that tragic and confusing day, the authorities sent me to live
with my grandmother, a little wizened old lady who left me to fend mostly for
myself, but it was better than living in a foster home with children who might
torment me.
So here I am,
standing on a bridge staring into the river, wondering what it would feel like
when I jumped. Would it hurt? Would death be quick? A tremor of fear shakes my
body. But the thought of living another second in my claustrophobic existence helps
me decide. I climb over the top of the railing, stand on the ledge, clutching
the wet wire mesh, and gaze down into the water. I can hear my mother's voice
calling out to me, but I cannot make sense of the words. “Soon, Mother, we'll
be together,” I whisper.
Should I jump
or dive into the water? I did not want to endure a long-drawn-out death.
Sleeping pills had been my first choice, but I heard they did not always work.
Choosing a watery grave was Number 2 on my How-to-End-it-All list. Once I made
the jump, the water would gently carry me away downstream. I tentatively extend
one foot, and with one arm holding onto the mesh, I lean over to do the final
act. But then, a voice cries out, “No!
Please, don't do it!” Quickly, I pull myself back and look around wildly. I
assumed the bridge would be deserted due to the wintry weather. Whether it was
another ‘jumper’ or a curious voyeur, they were not welcome.
He watched
her get out of the car and walk onto the bridge. She was not the first. There
had been so many 'jumpers'. Some came and looked over the edge but could not go
through with it. He was relieved when they returned to their vehicles and drove
away. Then there were the people with a determined stride and focused demeanour
which meant they were committed no matter what. It was only a few he had
managed to talk down. He listened to their stories, and they had disappeared
into the night, giving life another chance. But this young woman made a strong
impression on him. A self-made sacrificial lamb, with her arms stretched out in
a crucifix position. “Don't jump, please!” he pleads again.
I twist
around towards the sound of the voice. A young man peers down at me.
His bright blue eyes blaze in stark comparison with his white face, and his
short brown hair is wet from the white fog that now swirls over the bridge.
“Go away,
leave me alone,” I shout back.
He shakes his
head, “Sorry, I can't do that.”
I watch in
amazement as he starts to climb over the railing. My heart pounds in my chest. “No!
Don't come any closer. I'll jump! I swear I will!" I shout, furious at
being interrupted. He is halfway over now, and he turns his head to look down
at me. As I look into his eyes, waves of peace radiate into my soul. I shake
my head to try to dislodge the feeling. I had planned my demise for so long, so
nobody was going to stop me, not even a good-looking Samaritan. But I have to
say, I am intrigued by this young man.
I hear a loud
splashing noise and peer into the gloom to see what it is. As I turn back, he
is standing next to me. I let go of the mesh to fall into the water, but he
grabs me and pulls me back. I pull away, trying to get free, but his grip is
firm enough to stop me from falling into the water. I struggle violently
against him and stare wide-eyed up into his face. “Why are you doing this?” I
mutter through gritted teeth.
He stares
back; his blue eyes filled with compassion. “Because I can."
I shake my
head, “Why? You don't know me. Why don't you let me be?”
He indicates
towards the ledge on the left-hand side, and I turn to look. “If you move along
slowly, you'll see a hole in the mesh where you can climb back onto the bridge”
I roll my
eyes, “You're kidding me. I wished I'd known that before, it would've been so
much easier than climbing over the railing.”
“Let's go
then, it's pretty darn cold out here,” he urges me.
I pull away
from him again, “Then go! I'm not stopping you.”
“We go
together or not at all,” he replies firmly.
“Either way,
I'm still jumping. The choice is yours,” I snap back.
He sighs, “If
you're so committed to jumping, I'll have to jump too.
I splutter in laughter, “You're crazy!”
“Maybe we're
all a little bit crazy,” he says quietly, “But nothing is crazier than jumping
into a freezing river. Once your body hits the water, it'll feel like a
thousand razor-sharp blades slicing into your skin.”
“How do you know how it feels exactly?”
He says
nothing.
“Death would
be quick and that's all that matters,” I say.
“It might, it
might not," He replies, looking down at the river. "Your body might
go into shock. Or you could have a heart attack or slowly freeze to death.”
I study his
impassive face, “Why are you here, tonight?” It was typical. I could not even
end my own life properly.
“I come to
the bridge every night,” he says.
My eyes widen
in amazement, "Why?"
“I have
nowhere else to go,” He whispers.
Then a
strange thing happens. Instead of teetering on the edge of a ledge debating
life versus death with a mysterious stranger, we are now standing next to my
car.
“How did I...
how did we...get here?” I ask baffled.
The young man
smiles, “It doesn't matter. The important thing is that you are off that ledge.
You didn't jump!”
The rolling
fog that shrouds the bridge is disappearing and a sliver of the golden sun
peeks over the horizon, banishing the darkness and welcoming a new dawn.
Somehow, I feel better, braver, and hopeful. I turn to thank the young man who
saved me, but I am alone.
Image
Suspension bridge, foot bridge, bridge
summa
Pixabay
The Christmas Party
Diana Jane Heath
For lovers of reimagined fairy tales, here is a modern Cinderella story.
It
was my work Christmas party, and I sat alone, invisible, watching my workmates
laugh and talk around me. I was only at the party because I hoped a certain
tall, blonde man with sapphire-blue eyes would notice me; a bronzed, broad-shouldered
god who set my blood pressure to overdrive.
Of course, he was way out of my league. I was petite with frizzy brown
hair, wore thick-lensed glasses, and was painfully shy. It seemed as if I was
destined to remain romantically challenged forever. I often asked
myself why I lived in a fantasy world, where I was Cinderella, and my heart was
set on an unattainable prince.
David
was a hit with all the women in the office, and he was always being
romantically linked with someone different each week. Still, my desiccated heart insisted on the
belief that one day he would choose me: the unfashionable, awkward filing
girl. The hope of our mystical
connection haunted my dreams. This impossibility was enhanced by the fact that whenever
I passed my dream man in the hallway, I could not speak to him in more than a few monosyllables.
With
my eyes glued to the door, I hoped to glimpse the man who had unknowingly
stolen my heart. Half an hour had passed, and
David had not arrived. Maybe he was not a fan of Christmas work parties
either. I felt foolish sitting with a
half-empty plate of food balanced precariously on my knee. The crowd of raucous
partygoers were getting ready for Karaoke, and they surrounded me, buzzing
excitedly like bees. But just like it had always transpired in my dream, the
crowd parted, and the 'man with the sapphire-blue eyes' towered over me with a
brooding expression.
“Hello,”
he said in a low tone.
My mind screamed at me
to say something - anything – speak!!! With a deep breath, I said “Hi,”
trying to sound nonchalant, but I dropped my plate, and the remains of my lunch onto the carpet.
Fortunately, David had not noticed. He was watching with an amused expression some of the staff
members who sang in high-pitched voices, “I Wanna Know What Love Is” by
Foreigner.
He
glanced at me. “Not a fan of Karaoke then?”
I
shook my head. “No.”
He
sat down next to me. “Hi, my name's David, what's yours?”
I
blushed bright red. “Mia,” I replied softly.
I looked up at him briefly. His
eyes were darting around the room. A
stab of misery pierced my heart. He was only sitting here until he found
someone more interesting to talk to. I
was such a fool. I started to get up.
“Leaving already?" He said. "Why don't you keep me company? I'm not a fan
of parties, but this is a good excuse to get away from work."
“OK,”
I said. I could not think of anything
more to say.
He
was looking directly at me now. “So, you've worked here a while then?”
I
nodded. “I'm a temp.”
“Oh
really, which agency are you with?”
Such
banal chatter was another warning in my heart. I was about to reply when a
shadow was cast over our awkward tête-à-tête.
A woman sat down next to David. My chest constricted because it was
Rae, the office goddess. The office rumour
mill kept running with constant gossip about David and Rae. It was love at first sight. They had dated a
few times, but there was no consensus on whether they were still together. I glanced over at Rae, trying to act like her
presence did not bother me. Her vivid green eyes were fixed on me, and her hand
was on David's knee, indicating her sole possession rights.
I
heard him sigh and assumed it was a sigh of pleasure, but his eyes shifted
briefly to mine. Just for a second, I thought I saw a flash in those beautiful
blue eyes. A thrill rippled through my
heart. Maybe it was possible that I had a little magic of my own and could
still elicit a romantic response, despite my frizzy brown hair and thick
glasses.
Rae
was chatting about the weekend and how they could take her father's yacht out
on the harbour. I thought it was best to leave them alone, so I got up, but
David grabbed my hand.
“Where
are you going?” His mesmerising eyes had
an imploring look.
I
could feel Rae's eyes boring into mine as I stood there, unsure of what to do. Should I flee to the safety of my desk or stay
and fight? I chose the latter and sat
back down.
David
shifted in his seat so that his back was turned to Rae. “I've
wanted to talk to you for ages, but I was always too nervous or never had the
right opportunity.”
“Me
too,” I replied in a small voice. Great! I thought. He probably thinks I am an
idiot now.
Before
we could say another word, Rae jumped up and stood in front of David. She had made a special effort for the party,
instead of wearing her normal office attire, black skirt, black jacket, white shirt, medium-heeled black shoes, and her fiery red hair in an elegant
chignon. Her bright green dress was so tight I wondered how she could walk, and
her plunging neckline left nothing to the imagination. Her emerald green satin
heels were staggeringly high. I knew she
caught the train to work, and images of her teetering along the platform as she
raced to catch the train, catching her heel as she boarded the packed carriage
and pitching forward into a group of startled men, had me almost in giggles. She
had probably changed into the gaudy party outfit at work. But I enjoyed my scenario better.
As
if she could read my thoughts, she glared at me contemptuously, “What are you
smirking about?” she snapped.
I
shrank back into my seat. “Nothing. I
was thinking of something funny,” I muttered.
Her
eyes narrowed, but her attention was quickly directed back to her prey.
“Darling, shall I get us a drink?” Her tone was seductive and smooth.
David's
response surprised not only Rae but me as well. He
ignored her and leaned towards me. “Why don't we get out of here and grab a
coffee?”
The
sensation of his warm breath on my cheek sent tingles along the surface of my
skin. The sounds of the party faded away.
I whispered back, “I’d love to!”
The Whispering Well
Diana Jane Heath
A reimagining of the nursery rhyme: Jack and Jill.
The Whispering Well is hidden inside an ancient forest of English Yew trees. The thickly entwined branches create a perpetual darkness, but now and then, shards of light stream down to the forest floor. A leaden silence dominates the forest like a desolate mausoleum. I think I am alone when a young man appears from behind one of the trees. His black clothes casts a hulking shadow against the subdued light. A rush of fear ripples along my skin. I consider heading back down the hill to join the tour bus, but our gazes lock. His steely blue eyes are full of amusement at my consternation.
“Sorry, Love. I didn’t mean to scare you. The name’s Jack and who might you be?” he asks, smiling at me.
I tuck my glossy brown hair behind my ears and try to control my conflicting emotions – an unexpected rampant desire for him heats my blood. “I’m Jill,” I say slowly, mesmerised by his piercing gaze.
He inclines his head as if he is bowing, “Nice to meet you, Jill. I guess you’re on the Crown Manor House tour then? Welcome to the ‘Whispering Well,” he says proudly. He leans against the mildew-covered walls of the well and glances down into its murky depths. “You know the locals say this well is cursed, and if you look into it, you will fall to your death." He looks up at me to gauge my reaction.
I shake my head. "Curses only have power if you believe in them and I don’t.”
He winks. “You won’t be adverse to looking inside then, will you? How about a game? I dare you to look into the well with me. There’s no harm done if you don’t believe in curses.”
I hesitate. The whole conversation is bizarre but I cannot not help but be seduced by his charming ways.
He extends his hand. “Come on, Jill, be brave. You haven't come all this way for nothing."
I feel deliciously scared but irresistibly compelled to stand next to him.
We both look into the gaping maw of the well. At first, nothing momentous happens, but then, I feel a gut-wrenching desire to be a part of that endless blackness. My mind urges me to run away, but whispering voices float up from the depths calling my name. I feel as if I am wrapped in a blanket, warm, and drowsy, like when you first awake after a deep sleep. The last thing I remember is my hand enfolded in Jack’s cold hand and a feeling of tumbling down, down and down…
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Forest, trees, woods
Mila-del-monte
Pixabay
Green shirt
Diana Jane Heath and Brian Church Michael
A reimagining of the fairy tale The Frog Prince
The velvet
thickness of the night was ripped wide as his silver-grey BMW roared up the
tree-covered lane that led to the cabin. She stood in the shadows of the porch,
excited, her breath coming faster than her heartbeats. Yes, she was ready to
forgive everything. All she wanted was to be with him. As she waited, aching
for his kiss, it seemed like an eternity for him to come to her, and
she cast her mind back over the events that brought them to this night.
For as long
as she could remember, her adult life had been filled with the drudgery of
menial work. Cleaning toilets at different offices, emptying workers' trash
bins, scrubbing the floors, and vacuuming the carpets. Each day passed
uneventfully. Most of her work took
place after the office workers had gone home. Occasionally, some of them worked
overtime, but they never took any notice of her. Some sat glued to their seats,
staring at their computer screens. Others chatted about the things they planned
to do on the weekend. She could not help but listen. They were going clubbing, or
getting drunk at the local pub, planning children's parties, or organising
weddings. When she heard someone mention a wedding, she withered inside.
Her nights
were spent eating lonely meals. On the weekends, she visited the local shops, gazing
longingly at the beautiful clothes she could never afford on her meagre salary.
For what social occasion would she be able to wear them anyway? The very thought
of going to a noisy nightclub and mixing with strangers terrified her. The
highlight of her week was a midnight tipple in her garden, where she sipped her
port and gazed up at the night sky, wondering how her life had brought her to
this moment. An unattractive, single, 30-something woman, who cleaned up other
people's rubbish and excrement. She was destined to come home to a silent
house, with not even a cat or a dog to keep her company. But the thought of
that singular, amazing Night that had changed everything and had transformed
her from a dowdy cleaning lady into a desirable woman had given her something
to live for.
Her heart
skipped a beat at the thought of him. Who would have thought that ‘they’
would make an item, the most unlikely couple? She giggled when she
remembered the gossip about the mysterious woman who had
captured his heart. She cleaned, scrubbed and vacuumed with a passion fuelled
by the remembrance of his first attentions to her. She smiled when she heard
the office workers trying to work out who this “special woman” was. If they
only knew it was her, the invisible cleaning lady.
This is how
their affair began. He worked late one night, which was a rare occurrence, as he was the boss's son. A woman could not help
but notice him, as he was tall and muscular, with dark brown wavy hair and
green eyes. On a Friday, he always wore
a bright green shirt. She liked that shirt; it matched his eyes. Around 7 pm, she passed the boss's office and was shocked to see the
son still sitting at the computer. He glanced over at her as she stood in the doorway
and asked her to please empty his wastepaper basket and make him a coffee. He
had been very apologetic about the coffee, which had
surprised her, especially after he was rumoured to be an arrogant bastard. When
he gazed into her eyes, she thought she saw a brief flicker in those brooding emerald depths, but she quickly dismissed that silly thought. She could not
help but be smitten, and she would do anything for him.
At first,
she only saw him on Friday nights, every few weeks. Soon, their rendezvous became more frequent. She was reluctant to make
conversation because she was just a humble
cleaning lady. It did not seem to bother him what she did for a living, or how
she was dressed, in an ugly grey uniform, consisting of a shapeless shirt and
pants. He did not laugh at the embarrassing business name and slogan emblazoned
on her shirt pocket. Magic Wand Cleaners: With just one tap of my wand, your
mess will disappear. They chatted while she pretended to be absorbed in her
cleaning tasks, when she was thrilled by his melodic voice. She was sure her cleaning was not as spotless as it should be. Sometimes, she glanced up at his handsome face
and wondered how he would react if he knew what her body looked like under her
uniform. She possessed a trim figure with exquisite curves, and her hair, which
was pulled back in an untidy ponytail, was a rich auburn colour. No, she must
not let her mind wander to those illicit thoughts right now. He was talking about important business matters. He would never think of her romantically.
But he had come to see her that way, as a desirable woman, who had luscious,
scented hair that a man could bury his face in, and soft, creamy skin. These
were the exact words that he had whispered into her ear. These magical moments
were hers to treasure when she returned to her empty house. Instead of watching
television, she browsed the internet and learned about his company so she could
converse more intelligently with him.
Instead of
hating her life, she looked forward to every waking moment. Her appearance was transformed.
She put on make-up and altered her uniform to accentuate her curves. Still, the workers at the office did not give her a second glance. The grey
uniform and her cleaning duties continued to define her, but she did not care. When
his eyes were fixed on her, the whole world faded away.
After many
months of their late-night tête-à-têtes, he stopped coming to the office. There were no phone calls, no emails, no
texts, nothing. The crushing disappointment was more than she could bear. Her
mind chastised her for being so foolish, and that she should have known that he
was only taking advantage of her. Their affair was not meant to last.
Occasionally,
she would catch snippets of gossip from the workers about his dalliances with a
stunningly beautiful model that graced the cover of a fashion magazine. Of
course, that made perfect sense. He was a hotshot corporate executive who would
one day control his father's billion-dollar empire. Her foolish dream had been
cruelly ripped apart. It felt like someone had taken the broken shards of a
mirror and driven them into her heart, so powerfully sharp was the pain of the
disappointment.
One night,
while she was cleaning, she found an envelope addressed to her on the reception
desk. She supposed that it was from her supervisor. The message on the piece of
paper was brief: Meet me at the cabin.
Now, as she
stood breathlessly waiting for him to arrive, she heard the familiar rumble of
his car and saw the headlights gleaming in the darkness as the car drove up the
driveway. He parked the car in front of the porch and got out. They gazed at
each other silently. She had been waiting for this moment, and it was just as
she had dreamed. Here he was, her dream prince, encapsulated in the flesh.
He stepped
onto the porch, and she buried her face in his green shirt, the same shirt he
had worn when she first laid eyes on him at the office. As he tilted her
fevered face up, he covered her mouth with his and....suddenly...she was alone.
She scanned the empty porch and nightscape with frantic eyes, and she gasped when
she looked down. Crouched near her feet, a bright green toad looked up at her
with sad, glassy eyes, then at the silver BMW, before hopping away toward the
shimmering moon-bathed lake.
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Textile, Blouse, Green image
tookapic
Pixabay
Muse
Diana Jane Heath
He sat in front of the computer’s screen, a blank slate waiting to be filled with new worlds, exciting plots, and dynamic characters. Once the story has been perfectly crafted and completed, it would be devoured by a dedicated global readership. A sound of bitter laughter echoed behind him. Yes, she was still there, silently mocking his inability to create. Although he had been writing for years and had never been lost for ideas, something had gone horribly wrong. His inspiration pool was drained dry and those carefully chosen and well-placed words would not come out of the ether and no longer served their purpose. “Why stay if you’re not interested in helping me?" He turned to look at her. "Aren’t there countless writers out there you could bestow your precious gifts upon?” he said bitterly. She shifted quickly away to hover lazily in the corner of the room, with one eye on the closed door. “Yes, I could do that, but it’s fun watching you sweat." She replied. "But maybe I’ve run dry as well,” she snapped. “I’ve played my part in the creative game longer than you’ve been alive.” “Fine, leave then!” He muttered. “I will,” she retorted. “But I just want to see you write something on your own before I go. Just once.” He sighed and turned to the computer. “Alright. I don’t really need you, anyway. I’m a veteran author! My reputation is sealed as a world-class wordsmith. Other famous writers seek my help on how to cure writer’s block.” He said, sounding more confident than he actually felt. He sat up straight and flexed his hands, and then started typing madly, his fingers skimming back and forth across the keyboard. When he had finished he leaned forward and stared at the screen. The whole page was full of gibberish. “Damn!” he shouted. He stood up and shoved the chair forward and it hit the table. She fluttered backward in surprise. “Temper, temper.” He spun around and threw his arms out wide. “I’ve got nothing!” He howled. She raised her eyebrows and folded her arms. “That’s right, you’re nothing without me.” “Help me,” he pleaded. She floated towards the door. He watched her as the door flew open. "Nah, I think it’s time for a well-earned holiday.” She looked over her shoulder at him. He looked dazed for a moment and then his eyes flashed. She knew that look. “How about this? A story about a creative muse who goes on a holiday. Now that’s an interesting idea, non-fiction, I reckon.” She scowled. “What! I don’t think so.” He pulled the chair out and sat back down. “Yes! Yes, I could create something from that idea.” She floated a little closer. “No, you can’t.” He started typing. “Once there was a muse who took a holiday.” He paused. “Now where would a muse go for a holiday…?” He grinned maniacally. She shifted back to her routine position, just over his right shoulder. He smiled. “I knew you’d be back. So where do we go from here?”
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Wallpaper Background Night
Larisa-K
Pixabay
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