Comments on: Writing Outside Your Comfort Zone Part II

By: Charity

Charity — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 19:26:54 +0000

Thanks, I was afraid it was a bit generic, but that could be good because I can build any kind of story I want around it. I was starting to look at a realistic fiction set in the 50s and wondered how Mrs. Cleaver really felt inside. The more I’ve thought about it today the more I’ve come to realize there is a powerful story here. I have filed it with my idea list.

By: margie

margie — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 18:54:46 +0000

I like it, Rachel! Paints a cool picture. Would make for a good movie.

By: margie

margie — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 18:54:16 +0000

I really like this descriptive style. Do you see this going somewhere? You should! It’s really good.

By: Charity

Charity — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 14:33:09 +0000

I kind of cheated. I did start some historical fiction, but I’m posting something else that I wrote last night. It is not my standard science fiction though so maybe it qualifies? Still rough and doesn’t quite have all the punch I want it to, but this was a good exercise for me. Thanks for the challenge.

“To the casual observer I appear calm, peaceful as I sit here in my chair. My hands rest on my lap, one folded over the other, every part of me at rest. My shoulders, neck and lips are relaxed and my eyes gaze out the front window as I watch the clouds drifting by. Yes, at a glance I seem tranquil.

Inside I am a raging animal, running full speed ahead trying to escape my fear and anger. Thrashing, flailing, arms lashing out at anything that comes too close. The echos of my rage reverberate through my very bones and I feel an intense need to crush or shatter something. While trembling inside, I slowly, languidly stretch my fingers, then my arms, finally standing up and walking into the kitchen. The dishes must be cleared away, appearances must be kept.

To the casual observer I appear calm, dutifully caring out my responsibilities, but inside I continue to weep and wail as my soul slowly dies, trapped by convention and expectation.”

By: Rachel, Intern Extraordinaire

Rachel, Intern Extraordinaire — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 03:46:35 +0000

So I had to write horror, and bare with me that it is…horrible.

Her eyes widened as the long, thin finger traced her cheeks. The creature’s eyes were large and yellow with the longest eyelashes she had ever seen. It’s adam’s apple bobbed as it gulped and then spoke in that strange language she could not understand.

The bruises on her neck and stomach had not come from tumbling after a race, but from the strange experiments the creatures had performed on her. She didn’t remember any of them, blacking out as they carried her body and woke up with a bright, white light shining over her face, blinding her eyes.