How to do Story WritingStory Writing - How to do it
What is the best way to begin writing a great story?
If you want to write a great story, the best way is to introduce yourself alone - all alone - in your city. Put yourself in the disturbing environment that a mystical catastrophe of unfamiliar origins has turned your home city into a spirit city - all the intimate places and faces are terribly annihilated by an invisible power whose character could be malicious or just carefree about your well-being.
This is because, even if you don't like yourself and even if you don't like your home town, you have deep-rooted psycho-emotional ties with both and you are very intimate with both - the effect is that you can speak from your own hearts about what you know best, which will make sure you don't accidentally fall headfirst into the feared composite judgment of fatality, known as Writer's Block.
They have enough spirits in them and follow their recollections of the places and peoples in their home town to effortlessly create a deluge of lively conveying, deeply conjuring words for a great story, and when you combine them with the frantic need for surviving in such dark conditions as the inexplicable loneliness in a once-trusted place that has been eluded by living, you will definitely have the attentiveness and interest of the reader to find out how well you can deal with such fantastic surroundal hardship.
This mentally primed book combines your entertaining characterisation with an exciting, hypnotizing storyline to create a great comic. It is the beginning of a great story that I recently evoked with the lucrative approach described here. I' ve got the light out on what's still of this depleted city.
First I wanted to use it to fill the fires to keep me hot, but then I thought about writing a diary. There is a terrible noise of roaring sound that shakes the rooftop and wall of this mostly empty camp, where I am hiding from the violence.
I thought about an hours ago I was hearing the noise of a bike, a spinning motor humming out and around. because of the earsplitting volume of the perpetual roar. In the few times I thought I could hear the plane, the light was on.
Then they went back suddenly and although I tried my hard ear to remove the roaring sound of sound, I thought I had not listened to the sound of the maschine. As the skies began to reddish with the lightening and throbbing began to show that I had survived another horrible sleep, I tamped scraps of old newspapers into my shirts and trousers and wrapped myself firmly in a bag to isolate myself from the ever-increasing coldness as I dared to seek nourishment and warm clothing from the camp's comfort and security.
So when I pulled the big thing all the way back into storage, I was totally tired and had to spend a while sitting on a crushed dairy box to relax.
An angelshair smokers plant, which had been extinguished by fire, provided me with an urgently needed overalls and a thick coat. They' re both a little too big for me, but with the sinking temperature of this post-apocalyptic nightmare, it's better to have hot clothes that are bigger than my height than not having any hot clothes at all.
These garments survive the disastrous floods that devastated the production site by being hidden under a solid hill with stored products from the plant. Engelshaar made of woven glas is very fireproof. But what if the angelic fur I found isn't a jar? Paranormal and UFO research groups have been documenting accounts of angelic fur that falls from the heavens during and immediately after UFO vision for many years.
Sometimes there are only small volumes of the mystical matter on the other side, in others huge volumes of angels' heads have been found draping over mileage. Scientists trying to gather specimens for examination immediately sublimate the suspect angelic coat as if it were touch-sensitive, with the fluid state evaporation from the solids to the gaseous state.
I' ll try to find a libary (although I question that many volumes might have survive the blasts and the following fires) to find out more facts about angels' fur. I' d put on the overalls and coat and pulled myself through the debris clogging the abandoned roads of this smoky spooky city when I heared what seemed like the hard steps of a big thing coming fast from behind me.
My legs and my torso are balanced in such a way that the flow of rubbish goes under me without dampening my recently found clothes. I' ve got everything in the storehouse.