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Determing Emotion

by: Rebecca Taylor

Love is symbolized everywhere

Movies, books and songs

Some like me are a cynic

Until they get a funny feeling

A determining emotion that won’t go away

It plagues them and gives them feelings

Like in those media sources they have seen

And they realize that is what true love might be

This feeling that won’t go away

That makes their head spin

And their ideas change like a roller coaster ride

So fast and furious that they do not know what to do

Except hang onto the threads that weave that love.

Green

By: Rebecca Taylor

What emotion is the colour green describing? Post your answers in the comments section. Your feedback is greatly appreciated.

Ayana Marie Wallace was beautiful in a bright green dress across the room at the reunion dance. Her green eyes were intent on Grant Miller, and that was the problem. Chad Simms wanted them to be on him. He had been in love with Ayana for years but their lives had taken them in separate directions and while they had communicated through e-mail and the occasional phone call, it wasn’t the same as seeing someone. Ayana was talking to a bunch of other girls – women really from their class ten years ago but Chad could see where her eyes were focused, and it wasn’t on him. She met the women’s eyes occasionally but they always went back to Grant. Chad wondered why he couldn’t find the courage to go over and say hello to her, to ask her to dance or if she wanted something to drink or to get some fresh air. Was it fear of rejection? Or the fact that Ayana was still stunningly beautiful after all these years and he had gained a few pounds and his hair had receded a bit since high school. It had been so easy when they had talked on the phone, like the years had never gone by and she always sounded genuinely happy to be talking to him but now he was finding her beauty daunting and Grant – well he had been a jock in high school and he looked like he had stepped out of the center fold of a magazine. Who could compete with that? Personally, Chad had found Grant to be arrogant in high school but people could change in ten years and who was Chad to judge he knew that he had his share of fault lines.
“Lots of beautiful women in our class weren’t there,” said Josh Bryant coming over to stand with Chad.
“Yes, there are,” said Chad, “did you bring a date?”
“My wife and high school sweetheart Jacqueline Myers.”
“Nice,” answered Chad, “I’m glad this love thing is working out for some of us.”
“Haven’t got it yet?” asked Josh.
“No, the right one just hasn’t gotten to me yet.”
“Maybe now’s your chance,” said Josh, “there’s lots to choose from here, Jade Tompkins said only about half our class brought a date with them or are married but ended up coming alone. Your eyes are on Ayana aren’t they?”
“How did you know?”
“Doesn’t take an expert to see it; besides, you two always were friends in school.”
“Friends, yes, but we haven’t seen each other for that long even though we’ve talked. Things happen, our careers took us in different directions and now here we are. I’m trying to get up the courage to go say hello.”
“Just go over and say it, I have to lots of our classmates. Most of them didn’t bite then and they aren’t today either.”
Chad laughed, “Thanks for the tip, but it’s easier for you, no pressure, Mr. Married Man.”
“Not just that,” said Josh smiling, “I’m a dad too, I’ve got two sons. Life is good with me. You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“Hard to say,” answered Chad, “Everyone always seems to think the grass is greener on the other side. Anyways, here I go,” and he walked across the gymnasium stopping to speak to a few other former classmates along the way.
“Hello,” he said approaching the group of women and a few other men who had joined them, their dates perhaps as Chad didn’t know some of them”
“Hello, Chad,” said Ayana turning to face him, now her eyes were on him as she smiled and they started to talk about this and that.
Maybe I do have a chance with her after all, thought Chad taking her hand and leading her towards the dance floor.

Identity

“What do you mean, I was closed off?”

“You aren’t like that anymore! It was just how it seemed last year,” replied my best friend.

“Matt, how did you even become my friend if you thought I was closed off?” I asked him, giving him an incredulous look.

“C’mon, you don’t need to stress this,” he replied with a weary frown at me.

I didn’t even register that he’d replied because my mind was racing back to the previous year. Had I really been closed off or was it just his perspective? Someone had just mentioned the other day about how I show more emotions now.

My mind eventually circled around to the idea that maybe they were right. The fearful part of me wondered if it was my inner personality and I wasn’t who I thought it was.

“I didn’t think I was closed off but I guess I could see it,” I said as I turned towards him again and away from my thoughts.

He raised his eyebrows, “You realize that this isn’t what you need to dwell on?”

It was my turn to frown, “I never try to dwell on these things, it just ends up happening.”

He gave me a parent-y look with eyebrows raised, mouth in a straight line and eyes focused.

“I’ll do my best to think of other things,” I replied with an eye roll.

He smiled. “Good.”

The Art of Short Stories: Eight Steps to Writing a Moment

Short stories leave you satisfied with the unknown. They give you a moment and you take away a feeling and then you are left to wonder. What happened before the story started? What happens later?

But you never know.

Short stories are beautiful and yet I hate them. How can an author just give me a feeling and then leave me helpless to figure out the fates of the characters in my imagination? It’s rather cruel.

But I love short stories. Maybe it’s because I have a creative mind. Possibly I like them because they are quick to finish and I rarely quit writing halfway through. It could be that I like when I only get a little bit of information.

Wait, that sounds familiar. *Works through brain to find old files.* OH. Yes.

Short stories are a bit like novels. Novels (in theory) only give you what you need to know, when you need to know it. Except, novels eventually give you almost all the information whereas short stories…don’t.

I guess I like the suspense of not ever really knowing what happens.

What did you say? You want to try to write your own short story?

Oh yes. You do.

You have another question? How do people come up with ideas for short stories?

Well, I don’t know how everyone else comes up with ideas for their stories.

What I can do is tell you is how I write my short stories with some nice, easy steps.

Step One: Constantly be on the lookout for short story ideas. Observe everyone and everything. Write any catchy lines or odd backstories down (I have lists on my phone, iPod, my computer and a random notebook.)

Step Two: Let ideas simmer in your mind. Think about them and apply them to situations. Oftentimes, I’ll have a vague idea of what I’m going to write about but not know much more than that.

For example, in my last post I knew I wanted to write about a Skype Funeral but I didn’t know how it was going to turn out until I actually wrote it. I kept the idea in my mind all week and considered why so many people would be virtually attending a funeral over Skype and decided that a celebrity must be involved. I didn’t really consider much about my main character or anything else.

Step Three: Keep it simple. This is not a novel you are writing. It is a short story where you are conveying an emotion, a moment. You want the reader to feel fulfilled yet wanting more.

Don’t get all into everything. If the background is quite imperative to telling your story, do describe it, by all means. But it is not always going to be necessary to explain where exactly your character is.

If you need to explain that your main character has red hair in order to convey your moment, then do that. But remember, make sure that you are conveying an emotion to the reader. Allow the reader to put some pieces together for themselves. As a reader, I love to have an ending to ponder or details to put together.

Step Four: Focus. My story was about Skype Funerals. It wasn’t necessary to explain why my main character watched quite so many of them, so I didn’t. It would have taken the focus away from my main idea and put it on my character, which makes the story a tug-of-war for who gets the most attention, which is not what a short story should be.

Step Five: Write it all in one sitting. This helps the story flow.

Step Six: Rewrite. I have a story I’m working on that I have six different drafts of. SIX. I am so frustrated because I just cannot seem to get it right. But I know that the rewrites are worth it because they are helping me get a feel for everything in my story so I accurately represent my moment and give the reader that emotion.

Step Seven: Edit and have other people critique it. Sometimes other people can point out something that is missing in your story.

Step Eight: Have fun. Short stories are fabulous.

Ready to write your own story? Good. Go! But, do remember that everyone has their own way to write so every one of my steps might not be perfect for you. You might just use one idea from my steps and that’s okay. Just write 🙂

What are your steps to writing a short story? Do you easily find focus in a story? What helps you convey a short story’s moment to readers?

 

 

 

 

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