Every
Wednesday, I pose a new writing challenge here on the blog. These
challenges come from books on writing, classes I've taken on creative
writing, or sometimes just from my own imagination. If you're an author,
hopefully they will help you get your writing juices flowing and help
you improve your craft.
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*You have limited space. Find ways to share multiple details in smaller phrases.
You can tell your readers how long the blood has been there by
describing the color, for example: fresh red vs. rusty brown (one is
still wet, recently spilled, while the other indicates old, dried
blood). If you tell them this, you don't have to also explain in terms
of specific time.
*How do you feel? Convey your emotions through your actions.
Panicked characters might immediately cry out for someone they are
worried about. Characters who don't feel emotionally invested in the
people in their home may not be concerned, and may simply raise an
eyebrow in dry curiosity instead of immediately reacting. By showing
your emotions through your actions, you avoid extra sentences wasted by
telling how you feel.
* Cut unnecessary details. Are
you afraid the blood belongs to someone you love? You don't have to
tell us how you met, if you're married, or even what they look like. Not
at this point. You can tell that to us later on in a more well-suited
scene. For now, all you have to do is show us your love through the way
you react. You'll react differently to this if its someone you love,
someone you hate, a family member, a good friend...think about these
differences.
Don't let those 3 sentences become long by turning them into run-ons. Find ways to convey more info in less words.
As I walk into my home, I look down and see a pool of thick, dark red blood before me, and I'm reminded of what I had done. I quickly go into the kitchen and grab the bleach and some water, and head back to the spot and start scrubbing the blood that's super sticky; I had left it sitting for too long. I stand up and let out a sigh thinking back to our quarrel we had a few hours ago before I had bludgeoned him to death, planning my next move so they never find the body, for if they do, I'll for sure be sentenced to death.
As I stay kneeled before him, fresh blood on my hands, I try to stop the bleeding wondering why I ever came back. Why am I trying to save him when he attacked me again giving me no choice but to grab the knife that is still in his chest? This was the last straw and now I hear the sirens approaching awaiting my fate.
As I walk into my home, I look down and see a pool of thick, dark red blood before me, and I'm reminded of what I had done. I quickly go into the kitchen and grab the bleach and some water, and head back to the spot and start scrubbing the blood that's super sticky; I had left it sitting for too long. I stand up and let out a sigh thinking back to our quarrel we had a few hours ago before I had bludgeoned him to death, planning my next move so they never find the body, for if they do, I'll for sure be sentenced to death.
ReplyDeleteOoooh, I like it! It's creepy how your character reacts: more irked by the mess on the floor than by what she (or he) has done.
ReplyDeleteAs I stay kneeled before him, fresh blood on my hands, I try to stop the bleeding wondering why I ever came back. Why am I trying to save him when he attacked me again giving me no choice but to grab the knife that is still in his chest? This was the last straw and now I hear the sirens approaching awaiting my fate.
ReplyDeleteGood job! I like the detail of the knife still in his chest.
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