I NEEDS HELP
I need help with a story, please. D:
I'm begging you, ALL of you. Yes, YOU, reading this right now! Whoever you are, help me!
I have a story.
I like it.
I like the characters. I came up with personalities for them and histories for them and how they look.
I have an idea of where I want this to go.
So what's the problem?
I HAVE NO FREAKING PLOT.
I have a romance idea.
But... that's it. And I don't want the whole thing to be about romance. I want it to be a fantasy story. I mean, MAGIC, MAGICIANS, FIREWORKS. You know.
Here's what I've written so far. It's not very much, but... here it is. xD;
Also, beware: I treebranch a lot in my writing. I get off the subject pretty frequently, but I think I manage to do it successfully and not confusingly. Any thoughts there? Is my writing hard to read, or does it flow?
He was being contradictory, and he knew that; he was enough in tune with himself as to make denial a rare thing. His low-heeled shoes clicked dully on the reflective marble floor, the matching marble walls and columns echoing the sounds back a half-dozen times. The ceiling was so high one almost felt they could take off flying and never touch it--the place was so so empty one felt they were the only ones in existence. It was a large, grand, lonely room, frosted in marble and gold paint that was just beginning to flake, with nearly unnoticeable smudges on the rose-veined marble walls and a long, thin scratch a few feet to his right on the otherwise flawlessly shined floor.
He drank all this scenery in for a short moment, letting his thoughts run away for the time being to leave him alone with just pure reality. It was beautiful to stop and take it all in, standing in the palace entryway with the long, slender shadow of a column nearly shading his entire left side of his body.
His complicated thoughts returned, and with them, a frown. Yes, he was waiting for the princess to arrive so he could propose to her. Yes, he should love her. No, he had no been able to convince himself that he really did love her, which was in of itself a problem. He had always held ill-will for men who faked their feelings, which was mostly why he was feeling so conflicted. He wasn't just, however, pursuing the princess to see the shapely body beneath all those layers of crinoline and velvet--and that was the very problem. In a way, he was pursuing the princess to prove to himself he really did hold it in him to love someone. What he was beginning to realize was the problem wasn't that he was incapable of loving a person, but rather he was incapable of loving a women.
His father was going to kill him, he knew, especially since the person he was beginning to love was his mentor, Vael. His father had said it wasn't necessary for him to marry Princess Len, but he had made it clear that it would be preferred; what his father preferred, Roy did. No one defied Magician Ten, not even his son--hell, especially not his son.
Princess Len was sweeping into the room and he was arranging his face carefully into a neutral expression. He knew she saw past the look immediately--they had known each other since childhood, after all--if not because of his pinched lips, then his disheveled hair and lightly scuffed shoes, for he was usually impeccably kempt.
He knew what she saw was not a traditionally handsome man. He had thin lips and a large nose, with unimaginative brown eyes and stubble he had forgotten to shave the last couple of days. Still, she was fond of him, if only as a good friend, and seeing as he was fond of her in the same way, it was not too far of a stretch for them to marry. Roy knew it was the right thing to do--there hadn't been a Magician in the royal family for generations, and Magician Ten, being his father, had had quite a few talks with the king about Roy marrying the princess to introduce more magickal blood into the royal bloodlines.
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That's ABOUT all I have so far. I have a few ideas, but no real PLOT. But my ideas involve... well, I definitely want Princess Len to be a very sympathetic character. I don't just want her to be some force that gets in the way of Roy and Vael (the mentor)'s love. And I DON'T just want this to be a love story. I want their to be a proper plot, I just can't think of anything for the life of me! Aren't I a terrible author? -sulks-
I'm begging you, ALL of you. Yes, YOU, reading this right now! Whoever you are, help me!
I have a story.
I like it.
I like the characters. I came up with personalities for them and histories for them and how they look.
I have an idea of where I want this to go.
So what's the problem?
I HAVE NO FREAKING PLOT.
I have a romance idea.
But... that's it. And I don't want the whole thing to be about romance. I want it to be a fantasy story. I mean, MAGIC, MAGICIANS, FIREWORKS. You know.
Here's what I've written so far. It's not very much, but... here it is. xD;
Also, beware: I treebranch a lot in my writing. I get off the subject pretty frequently, but I think I manage to do it successfully and not confusingly. Any thoughts there? Is my writing hard to read, or does it flow?
He was being contradictory, and he knew that; he was enough in tune with himself as to make denial a rare thing. His low-heeled shoes clicked dully on the reflective marble floor, the matching marble walls and columns echoing the sounds back a half-dozen times. The ceiling was so high one almost felt they could take off flying and never touch it--the place was so so empty one felt they were the only ones in existence. It was a large, grand, lonely room, frosted in marble and gold paint that was just beginning to flake, with nearly unnoticeable smudges on the rose-veined marble walls and a long, thin scratch a few feet to his right on the otherwise flawlessly shined floor.
He drank all this scenery in for a short moment, letting his thoughts run away for the time being to leave him alone with just pure reality. It was beautiful to stop and take it all in, standing in the palace entryway with the long, slender shadow of a column nearly shading his entire left side of his body.
His complicated thoughts returned, and with them, a frown. Yes, he was waiting for the princess to arrive so he could propose to her. Yes, he should love her. No, he had no been able to convince himself that he really did love her, which was in of itself a problem. He had always held ill-will for men who faked their feelings, which was mostly why he was feeling so conflicted. He wasn't just, however, pursuing the princess to see the shapely body beneath all those layers of crinoline and velvet--and that was the very problem. In a way, he was pursuing the princess to prove to himself he really did hold it in him to love someone. What he was beginning to realize was the problem wasn't that he was incapable of loving a person, but rather he was incapable of loving a women.
His father was going to kill him, he knew, especially since the person he was beginning to love was his mentor, Vael. His father had said it wasn't necessary for him to marry Princess Len, but he had made it clear that it would be preferred; what his father preferred, Roy did. No one defied Magician Ten, not even his son--hell, especially not his son.
Princess Len was sweeping into the room and he was arranging his face carefully into a neutral expression. He knew she saw past the look immediately--they had known each other since childhood, after all--if not because of his pinched lips, then his disheveled hair and lightly scuffed shoes, for he was usually impeccably kempt.
He knew what she saw was not a traditionally handsome man. He had thin lips and a large nose, with unimaginative brown eyes and stubble he had forgotten to shave the last couple of days. Still, she was fond of him, if only as a good friend, and seeing as he was fond of her in the same way, it was not too far of a stretch for them to marry. Roy knew it was the right thing to do--there hadn't been a Magician in the royal family for generations, and Magician Ten, being his father, had had quite a few talks with the king about Roy marrying the princess to introduce more magickal blood into the royal bloodlines.
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That's ABOUT all I have so far. I have a few ideas, but no real PLOT. But my ideas involve... well, I definitely want Princess Len to be a very sympathetic character. I don't just want her to be some force that gets in the way of Roy and Vael (the mentor)'s love. And I DON'T just want this to be a love story. I want their to be a proper plot, I just can't think of anything for the life of me! Aren't I a terrible author? -sulks-