July 02 - Just sort of feeling this out?
Yay for a writing community! My creativity has been all over the place lately, but I decided to give today's prompt a shot, anyway. Hopefully I'll get into the swing of things a bit more tomorrow.
Today, I just played around with two characters who don't really have a plot yet. I'll definitely work with some of my already-established stories this month, but these two only have a tentatively-established setting.
Summer had already ended. That much was obvious from the fact that they were on the porch doing homework rather than sprawling across the outdoor cushions and reading trashy fantasy novels. It was late afternoon by the time Sam dropped onto Stella’s porch swing and pulled out his AP Chemistry homework, but it was already almost-dark outside. In a few weeks, the sun would be down before they got home. That was New England for you.
Stella was already settled in the wicker basket chair, staring vacantly over her books and at the low sun. She didn’t seem to notice Sam’s presence until he snorted, “You know, burning your retinas out isn’t the best idea.”
She turned to look at him, but her expression remained even; she rarely acknowledged people who scolded her for drifting off. “You know how the sun’s rays take eight minutes to reach the earth, right?”
Obviously, he thought, frowning. But he slowly said, “Yes…”
“Right.” Stella nodded. “I was just thinking of this one time in Germany, when I was younger. I asked my father if, when the world was first created, if there was eight minutes of just darkness.”
Sam closed his books. In all the time he’d known Stella, she’d never so much as mentioned her father. “What did he say?” he asked, not quite nonchalant.
“… nothing, really,” she mumbled, twirling her hair around one finger. “Just sort of said that no one could know for sure.”
“Huh.” He folded over the corner of his textbook cover.
Stella only shrugged, returning to her notes. “Do you think it might have been like that? Eight minutes of darkness, that is.”
Sam adjusted his glasses, grinning. “That’d be cool, wouldn’t it?”
Happy writing, guys!
Today, I just played around with two characters who don't really have a plot yet. I'll definitely work with some of my already-established stories this month, but these two only have a tentatively-established setting.
Summer had already ended. That much was obvious from the fact that they were on the porch doing homework rather than sprawling across the outdoor cushions and reading trashy fantasy novels. It was late afternoon by the time Sam dropped onto Stella’s porch swing and pulled out his AP Chemistry homework, but it was already almost-dark outside. In a few weeks, the sun would be down before they got home. That was New England for you.
Stella was already settled in the wicker basket chair, staring vacantly over her books and at the low sun. She didn’t seem to notice Sam’s presence until he snorted, “You know, burning your retinas out isn’t the best idea.”
She turned to look at him, but her expression remained even; she rarely acknowledged people who scolded her for drifting off. “You know how the sun’s rays take eight minutes to reach the earth, right?”
Obviously, he thought, frowning. But he slowly said, “Yes…”
“Right.” Stella nodded. “I was just thinking of this one time in Germany, when I was younger. I asked my father if, when the world was first created, if there was eight minutes of just darkness.”
Sam closed his books. In all the time he’d known Stella, she’d never so much as mentioned her father. “What did he say?” he asked, not quite nonchalant.
“… nothing, really,” she mumbled, twirling her hair around one finger. “Just sort of said that no one could know for sure.”
“Huh.” He folded over the corner of his textbook cover.
Stella only shrugged, returning to her notes. “Do you think it might have been like that? Eight minutes of darkness, that is.”
Sam adjusted his glasses, grinning. “That’d be cool, wouldn’t it?”
Happy writing, guys!