Without telling the reader and without using dialogue, write a paragraph or two describing the way your character(s) are feeling.
This is from my WIP:
Ghoulish shadows flitted about him, and Kai felt the gravity of an immense, invisible pit pulling him in. He gasped for air, yet found himself sinking deeper into the hollow. Everything around him started to twirl. He clenched both his fists and sank them into the animal’s underbody. He felt a crunch.
He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. The dark pit finally swallowed him. He slowly unclenched his fists and let go of the animal.
He let out a wail.
Ghoulish shadows flitted about him, and Kai felt the gravity of an immense, invisible pit pulling him in. He gasped for air, yet found himself sinking deeper into the hollow. Everything around him started to twirl. He clenched both his fists and sank them into the animal’s underbody. He felt a crunch.
He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. The dark pit finally swallowed him. He slowly unclenched his fists and let go of the animal.
He let out a wail.
Had anyone been nearby, they would have seen the tremor pass through his body just before he dropped his head. He closed his eyes and raised his hands to cover his face. Curled into himself, doubled-over in the chair, he rocked forward and back. His shoulders began to shake but he made no sound. And, of course, no one saw. Mason was alone.
(And where's YOURS, by the way, Lori?)
(And where's YOURS, by the way, Lori?)
i don't write fiction any more... this is from one of the only two non-non-fiction pieces in my entire 'maia' repertoire, 'Top Dogs and Bottom Feeders':
and, from my 'old life' writings, an excerpt from the triple x-rated 'It's Greek to Me':
i'm not really sure if this is what you meant... are either of these even close?... if not, maybe you could explain what you're after in a way this elderly broad can 'get'...
hugs, maia
and, from my 'old life' writings, an excerpt from the triple x-rated 'It's Greek to Me':
       
i'm not really sure if this is what you meant... are either of these even close?... if not, maybe you could explain what you're after in a way this elderly broad can 'get'...
hugs, maia
There was a roaring in her ears and, for the first time in her life, she experienced tunnel vision. Someone was speaking to her but the words were incomprehensible. Her face was hot! She was staring at the corner of the calculator on desk, her mind a complete blank. Her heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her throat. Removing the ring from her finger she looked up at him, wordlessly commanding his silence.
Seizing his arm, she slammed the ring into his hand.
Seizing his arm, she slammed the ring into his hand.
Test
<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN">
<html>
<head>
<td valign="middle" align="center"><big><big><font
face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif"><img
src="http://www.marinosward.com/images/Jackiecar.jpeg" alt=""
width="300" height="300" hspace="20">
</body>
</html>
<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN">
<html>
<head>
<td valign="middle" align="center"><big><big><font
face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif"><img
src="http://www.marinosward.com/images/Jackiecar.jpeg" alt=""
width="300" height="300" hspace="20">
</body>
</html>
Hmmmm
I'm aware of what I tried to do; I'm not aware of what I've done. Are you getting a long black space covering all the posts about 5 inches wide with everybody's text pushed to the left of it?
I'm aware of what I tried to do; I'm not aware of what I've done. Are you getting a long black space covering all the posts about 5 inches wide with everybody's text pushed to the left of it?
Re: Hmmmm
Yep Rich. That's exactly what I'm getting. Never seen the like before.
Way to go. I think you just applied some theory of techno-nanophysics that was probably best left to fester in some crazed, byte-eating, adolescent dweeb's imagination.
I'm scared.
Yep Rich. That's exactly what I'm getting. Never seen the like before.
Way to go. I think you just applied some theory of techno-nanophysics that was probably best left to fester in some crazed, byte-eating, adolescent dweeb's imagination.
I'm scared.
Good Lord!
Imagine me getting my hands on some discarded nuclear waste? We'd all be in deep poop.
Imagine me getting my hands on some discarded nuclear waste? We'd all be in deep poop.
Perspective
Other than the dismay of the webmaster, it does have a wierdly pleasing ambiance, No?
Other than the dismay of the webmaster, it does have a wierdly pleasing ambiance, No?
Re: Perspective
Should I edit this, or leave it as an example (of what not to do) for all who follow after? :b
Should I edit this, or leave it as an example (of what not to do) for all who follow after? :b
Re: Sure.
Yeah, it's growing on me...OMG!...<rubs eyes>...IS it bigger than it was yesterday?
Might it possibly end up devouring everything to the left of its current position?
Now I'm really scared.
Any women wanting to hold me please form a line to the left. Way to the left.
Guys, a pat on the back will do.
Yeah, it's growing on me...OMG!...<rubs eyes>...IS it bigger than it was yesterday?
Might it possibly end up devouring everything to the left of its current position?
Now I'm really scared.
Any women wanting to hold me please form a line to the left. Way to the left.
Guys, a pat on the back will do.
Sorta like
fishing on a moonless night, and you're concerned about why the sky refuses to show the shimmering stars, and yet your hearing is much more acute as you listen for the familiar sound of a bass breaking water to engulf your lure--a Zara Spook, which you've artfully dog-walked where it performed so much like a baitfish that, in comparison, an energetic shad would've looked like a lead sinker.
(sorry folks, I had to get a bit anglerish. I'm too much of a distance from Eraser's place where, had I been able to reach out and touch, the remedy would've been to just give him a few slaps to calm him down.)
fishing on a moonless night, and you're concerned about why the sky refuses to show the shimmering stars, and yet your hearing is much more acute as you listen for the familiar sound of a bass breaking water to engulf your lure--a Zara Spook, which you've artfully dog-walked where it performed so much like a baitfish that, in comparison, an energetic shad would've looked like a lead sinker.
(sorry folks, I had to get a bit anglerish. I'm too much of a distance from Eraser's place where, had I been able to reach out and touch, the remedy would've been to just give him a few slaps to calm him down.)
Re: Sorta like
Ahhhh.....
Nicely done Rich.
I'm fine now.
There weren't any women lining up anyway....
Ahhhh.....
Nicely done Rich.
I'm fine now.
There weren't any women lining up anyway....
Fool, pushing angels aside, rushing in again
<img src="http://www.marinosward.com/images/Jackiecar.jpeg"
"Home, Jeeves."
<img src="http://www.marinosward.com/images/Jackiecar.jpeg"
"Home, Jeeves."
Exhaustion crept over me like fog. It started in the lower back, a twinge. It then snaked up across my shoulders constricting my movements. I ran my hand through my hair, and with a quick twist, cracked my neck. It did not help the pain behind my eyes beat like a tribal drum still. I blinked my eyes and raised my hands to my face. As i smacked my cheeks softly, in a vain attempt to focus, I looked at my computer screen. Alas what the hell did i write? With a snort of disgust i punch the delete key. My eyes are heavy as i shut down , my steps weary as i head to my bed. Slowly i slip under the covers freezing at the soft creak of the bed. Ahh.. hubby snores on, all is good, sleep...sleep...sleep. I snuggle down into the covers ... squish up my pillow... sandman here i come...Aaawww! Hell the scene i was struggling with just popped into my head. With a groan half despair and have tired elation, i raise again to the tune of the taskmaster.
(Me)
hehe
always working on it
Billie
(Me)
hehe
always working on it
Billie