Plots
are created from a writer's imagination, but they should flow as
if a choreographed dance. Step One slides to Step Two which
twirls to Step Three and so forth. If this natural flow doesn't
appear in our made-up worlds, readers might suspect some awkward
plotting is going on.
Avoid
building false suspense. If you must delay
a scene for another chapter, provide a believable reason for it.
EXAMPLE:
Tammy felt her heart crumble
along with the paper in her hands. Barry was in love with another woman.
Fine. She knew exactly what to do. Something he would never expect. But
it had been a long day. She would take a nap first.
CLEANED UP:
Tammy felt her heart crumble along
with the paper in her hands. Barry was in love with another woman. She
grabbed the phone, but then stopped herself. No, this conversation had
to be held face to face.
EXAMPLE: "Chad got the footage!"
Marla said, jumping up and down. "We'll blow the lid off this case
tonight!"
"Yes!" Mike jabbed
the air a few times. "But first, let's get a bite to eat!"
CLEANED UP:
"Chad got the footage!"
Marla said, jumping up and down. "We'll blow the lid off this
case tonight!"
"Yes!" Mike jabbed the air a few
times. "Let's hit it, people!"
The cheering crowd ran out to the
van. But the cheers soon turned to groans when, under the
streetlight, they saw the flat tire.
EXAMPLE:
There it was, in black ink. Her misspelled name
on the marriage license. Did this mean Esther wasn't
married? She didn't know, but she vowed to find out as soon
as she finished cleaning up the attic.
CLEANED UP:
There it was, in black ink. Her
misspelled name on the
marriage license. Did this mean Esther
wasn't married? She vowed to find out.
But the third stair step, the one
she had earlier told herself to avoid, gave way beneath her foot
and she tumbled down the stairs. When she finally settled, her
right foot rested at a most unnatural angle.
OUR CURRENT
CONTEST
It’s
dusk, Halloween.
Murder
has occurred in the
affluent neighborhood of a small town.
Your
lead
character, who works in some capacity of criminal
investigation,
is the first one to arrive. But this crime scene is
unlike anything your lead character has seen before.
This crime scene would frighten even the most seasoned
big-city investigator.
What’s
the story?
Grand Prize
$100 Story
published in The VERB One Opinion,
also published in
The VERB
Signed
copy of
Ridley Pearson's
novel,
The Art of Deception
LUDWIG VAN BEETHOVEN (in reference to "Violin
Sonata in A Major, Op. 47" - "Kreutzer")
Do you like it?
ANTON FELIX SCHINDLER
Shh!
BEETHOVEN
I cannot hear them, but I know they are making a hash of it.
What do you think? Music is... a dreadful thing. What is it?
I don't understand it. What does it do?
SCHINDLER
It... it exalts the soul.
BEETHOVEN
Utter nonsense. If you hear a marching band, is your soul
exalted? No, you march. If you hear a waltz, you dance. If you
hear a mass, you take communion. It is the power of music to
carry one directly into the mental state of the composer. The
listener has no choice. It is like hypnotism. So, now... What
was in my mind when I wrote this? Hmm? A man is trying to reach
his lover. His carriage has broken down in the rain. The wheels
stuck in the mud. She will only wait so long. This is the sound
of his agitation. "This is how it is," the music is saying. "Not
how you are used to being. Not how you are used to thinking. But
like this."