Gateways Of Relativity

what if death is the end?

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The boy had just lost his father. Sobbing with eyes too proud for tears, he held onto the widow. Tucking her head under his chin, he closed his eyes, perhaps paying the first visit to this new graveyard. They stood alone in the chaos of the emergency room, each in a different world of grief. And I wonder standing here.

Where was that exact moment when he was and suddenly he wasn’t?

Is it that abrupt? Is it that absolute?

There is a last breath; yes, with a static heart. But that is not where we step into the underworld, anxiously glancing at that expensive watch waiting for the ferryman. It is at this time that resuscitation pumps the heart from outside. So you should make a point of encouraging those around you to go to the gym once in a while and learn CPR. Who knows they might be…

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Creating Rich Characters – Prompts

D. Wallace Peach offers some great prompts for creating characters.

Myths of the Mirror

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While my days are spent grinding out my WIP, I thought I’d share an old post about writing character bios, specifically about using prompts to expedite the process.

The prompt-list below looks more complicated than it is (a result of explanations and examples). For some prompts, a word or two is sufficient, while others require some contemplation. Unsurprisingly, I force my main characters to endure the entire process; incidental players get a pass with a mere smattering of details, and everyone else falls somewhere in between.

Ultimately, I believe that this pre-work pays off, not only in rich characters. To me, the process of writing flows with greater ease. My characters are immensely cooperative in telling their own stories when they know who they are.

The External Character

woman-1801830_640Physical Description: Appearance goes without saying, but add at least one remarkable feature: glass eye, cleft chin, crooked teeth, chewed nails, scars, moles, beady…

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Hey, Are You Done with that Dryer?

Yay! She’s back!

Living a Beautiful Life

You better know when you’re swingin’ ’round the room
Looks like magic’s solely yours tonight

Heat hits my skin, reaching, catching tumbling fabric

Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Why’d you break it down when I’m not in the mood

Sharp metallic bites, feel for denim seams instead

Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Rather be home with the one in bed till dawn with you

Tossing sheets overhead, folding corners-to-corners

You got so many colors make a blind man so confused
Then why can’t I keep up when you’re the only thing I lose?

Stacking on top of delicates, protected by pink mesh bags

My heart could take a chance but my two feet can’t find a way
You think that I could muster up a little soft shoe gentle sway

Towels, plush bordeaux, sinking into deep seaweed green

Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’
Rather be home with no one if I can’t get down with…

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