What do you see here? A playful youth on his way to meet up with his friends? A trip through local history? Or perhaps a portal to another world, one with Knights and Kings and battles? Perhaps something darker? Perhaps he hurries to tell someone of something? An attack? Could it be a simple game of dare between friends to the local ruins?
What drove the kid there? Was he simply testing his new bicycle or trying to get away with stealing it? Let him guide you and tell you his story.
I like black and white images. I don’t know why, but they have a certain appeal to me. Somehow, they seem more authentic. Perhaps it’s because they allow me to recreate a story in my mind of a time I never knew, where things were different, and yet not so different from today. Bottom line is, my imagination gets to run wild. Maybe I’m a person who would have liked to live in the past. Maybe my mind is stuck in the past.
What if the guy sitting at the end of the bar was a mobster? Do you see the look on the employee’s face? What if the employee is looking at the door, at someone who just stepped in? Perhaps your POV character, perhaps a regular, or another mobster. The first guy has his back turned to the entrance. Do you smell a gunfight?
What if the supposedly mobster is in fact a shy guy, a good fellow, who just performed a good deed, perhaps prevented someone important from doing something bad, perhaps saved someone from a mob boss? What if he thought he found the only place where reporters wouldn’t find him and stopped to get a coffee? What if whoever stepped in, is a reporter and if he takes his picture, the gangsters will find him?
What else do you see?
Hello people. I woke up this morning, groggy as always, and the moment my bleary eyes landed on my PC, the sentence below came to mind. I usually forget most of the things I come up with in cases such as this, unless I write them down immediately. However, this one remained. I figured I might as well share it with you, and see what stories you can conjure.
On the eve of Kelly’s birthday, unbeknownst to her, she rewove the story in her head, and the world reshaped.
Hope you enjoy it 🙂
What do you think a person, who spends most of his or her time at a place like the one in the picture, gets to see each day? Weird or normal things? What kind of man do you think he is? How would the voice of said man change the style of the story? Is he a bitter man, annoyed by the indifferent and sometimes hard faces that go by him? Or is he a philosopher? Does he do what he does because he chose it or because he was forced? The way the character forms in my mind (and so far I only have the character in my head. A place like the subway – or any train platform or airport – will have more than just one story to tell), is that of an observer, one who tells stories, and accompanies them with his music, whenever he needs to emphasise something from the story.
What about you?
It’s been a year since I started this blog, and 150 of you have followed me and my weekly ramblings. Thank you all for the support and the advice you have offered!
For the past two years, when I decided to put pen to paper (or rather, fingers to keys), I feel like I’ve stepped through the threshold of another world. A nice world, not without difficulties and disappointments, but certainly with a lot of fun.
I think the following image relates to that. It reminded me a bit of Neil Gaiman’s Stardust. Wouldn’t it be fun if we could enter different realities or worlds by just opening doors and stepping through them?
