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Post by Jason on Oct 17, 2009 10:05:26 GMT -5
So far I have a few ideas.
#1: Same one I planned on doing last year but didn't get around to. Basically a teenager meets their gaurdian angel and from there it'd revolve around the growth of their relationship.
#2: Inspired by anime, when a retired Train Conductor recives a letter in the mail, he gets more than he bargined for. First there's his new boss, who has forced him into a race against a rival company. To make matters worse, the ghost of a train conductor from 1500 years ag has chosen to take residence in his body. Would revolve around the race, the lessons that the ghost teaches him, and what happens as they help people at various stops along the way.
#3: Inspired by Hetalia, a collection of short stories revolving around the different months of the year and what they're up to when they aren't running the World Clock, a magic clock that alters the terrian of the world to the month in charges wishes.
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Post by Jason on Oct 17, 2009 20:12:58 GMT -5
Welp, I've finally decided which to go for. Plot #2 it is. Now I'm off to try and worldbuild some more.
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Post by Zylaa on Oct 17, 2009 23:45:24 GMT -5
#2 sounds like the most fun. =D Have fun worldbuilding!
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Post by Jason on Nov 1, 2009 13:15:05 GMT -5
#2 sounds like the most fun. =D Have fun worldbuilding! Thank you. I'm still not sure how I plan to pull it off, but for now I bring you the first chapter. Chapter One: The Letter The low crunch of autumn leaves met my ears as I paced pleasantly towards the mailbox. Running hand across the silver scanner, I heard the sound of a small ‘click’ as the door unlocked itself, slowly lowering towards the bottom of the cave that is my mailbox. Wearily, I reached in, withdrawing my prize for which I had come. Pulling out the contents, I looked them over slowly. In my hands were a small package, a handful of envelopes, and what looked curiously like a key. Closing the lid to the box, I shuffled my way over to the steps. Settling myself down on the steps, I spread my legs, letting them out as a made myself comfortable. A stray thought of my wife wanting to read the package with me came to my mind before I shoved it to the back of my mind. Not today, not now, I thought as I tore the wrapping from the box. A slip of paper flitted down from on top of the box. Grabbing it, I noticed its vividly red décor. In red, scrawled lines it read: Open after the letter. What letter, I asked before flickering through the pile. A few moments later, I saw what I was looking for. A pink envelope with my name, Tarnoc Wolfram, scrawled in the same handwriting as the other. I skimmed it quickly before setting down to read it again. Neatly written words came out like this: Mr. Wolfram, it has come to our attention that because of the new automated trains being used in your work place, you were laid off your job three years ago. Last week, however, the conductor for our newest rain died in a car accident. Although it pains us, life must go on. Next week the train race begins, as I’m sure you very well know. Without a conductor, however, all seems lost. You are one of the twenty-five people with whom we have sent this message in hopes that they will work with us. No doubt you have questions. Enclosed within the package we sent you are your uniform, a key-card so you can get inside the building, and an I.D. card. Within two days time, we expect you to have come.
Silvia Wilvak,
President of Transportation Corp Crumpling up my paper, I kicked at the box. They didn’t give a darn about me; they just wanted someone to participate in their stupid race. Well I won’t have it. I’ll take the job, but not for them. For myself, I thought as I gathered up the spilled contents. A flash of light slid across my eyes before I laughed, pushing the thought to the back of my head. Pushing the glass door open, I stumbled inside. “The sun shines brighter on a town that is not already on fire,” I murmured, placing the papers on the floor and setting down the package next to it. Sorting out the pile, I pulled out a red conductor’s hat, a red dress shirt, and a pair of black dress pants. Ignoring the pants, I pulled the shirt on over the white polo shirt I already had on, and placed the cap on my neatly trimmed hair. Well, as neatly trimmed as you can get after coming home from working at a daycare center. I quickly looked over the I.D. card to make sure the information was right. It wasn’t. I’m only thirty-five, not forty-nine. Making a note to tell them that, I slid the key card into my pocket. “I’ll be right back. Tell the kids, okay,” I asked of the cat that had slid into the room. She stared at me, her ginger fur rubbing across my leg. Her name is Tangle, but most people just call her tan. Tilting her head at me, she blinked. Scratching her behind the ears, I turned back to the door, slamming it shut behind me as I went. Locking the door, I ambled my way down the walkway towards the sidewalk. The building wasn’t that far, after all. |
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Post by Jason on Nov 2, 2009 23:17:06 GMT -5
I'm behind. I'm only 1,013 words into my novel and the schedule I have worked on states I should have 6,000 churned out by the end of tomorrow. I have no clue how I'm going to churn out 4987 words in the next 24.85 hours. Help?
Edit: I now only have 4374 to type within the neaxt number of hours before I'm all caught up. I'm on a role now.
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Post by Sq on Nov 2, 2009 23:20:28 GMT -5
Just write. Honestly, that's the best advice I can give. ^^; Let the words come out, and don't stop.
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