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Great sites to find character names.
When I was young, names fascinated me. That interest did not translate into a talent for actually naming creatures. (After all, I called my first pet, a very adorable Teddy Bear Hamster, “Teddy”. Not a terribly inspired choice.) Despite my increases in age and, theoretically, wisdom, I have not improved my ability to name people, animals, or places, but as a writer, I am frequently faced with choosing appellations.
Though I sometimes pull names out of thin air, I often find myself asking several questions to decide what name is appropriate. These include things like:
- When was the character born?
- Where was the character born?
- What was the character’s family like? Erudite? Of the Earth? Traditional? Revolutionary?
- Does the family have strong ties to a particular place or religion?
- What hopes did the family have for the character, and does the name reflect them?
- Are there family names? (For example…
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Photo Copyright: C.E. Ayr
Here we are once more. Today we’re near a small lake with a large willow tree and some small houses on one side. We’re gathered here to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess for the gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us this week and every week is to write a story with no more than 100 words, not including the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by C.E. Ayr. Thanks, C.E.
To read the other stories by the group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.
The link for this week’s stories is as follows:
Genre: Fantasy Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words
THE MAGIC WILLOW by P.S. Joshi
For many years, an old willow tree grew near a small lake. Not everyone knew it was a magic willow. The wizard in one of the houses knew as it was his tree.
When he was in need, he’d go to the willow and make a wish.
There was a problem, though. He had a worthless son who always wanted money. Knowing when he died, his son would misuse the tree he made provisions.
After his death, his son went to the tree and asked for money. Just a few coins appeared.
“That’s all you’re worth,” said the tree.
Photo Copyright: Al Forbes
This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–October 2nd, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt.
To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.
The link to the other stories this week is as follows:
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 200 Words
ENDLESS WAR by P.S. Joshi
The hospital corridors were full of the wounded. The worst of them were left to die. There was no other choice. There was not enough medicine and other medical supplies for everyone.
The planes continued to bomb the neighborhoods and the hospitals were not spared. It was a malicious, hellish war. Women and children weren’t spared. No one was safe. There was no longer any place to hide. The people were being bombed into submission. The country was being demolished one city at a time.
It seemed there was more than one enemy but they now looked all the same. Other countries bombed from the air or supplied weapons but sent no fighting troops, just advisors.
This had long ago been called the land of the free and the home of the brave. People made wrong choices. They wasted their votes by not voting at all.
“What’s the use,” they said. “We’re not interested in either person running. We’re showing our disgust by not voting.”
Some voted for candidates who couldn’t win. This also wasted their vote.
Because of this candidates were voted in who said they could do everything by themselves. This is what a dictator says.
Teagan is taking a break. I know we all wish her well.
UnSplash.com, Andrea Di
Welcome, everyone. I’ve said that I would be taking some time off from Teagan’s Books, so why am I here? Well, I am taking a break, but I don’t want anyone to forget that I exist. With that in mind, I promise to post something at least once a month.
But what? My life is not newsworthy enough to do a monthly newsletter. If I dig into any of the other kinds of things I posted in the past, it definitely is in no way, shape, or form a break… However, maybe I can share with you my vain attempts to master the art of taking a break.
I’ve realized that break taking truly is an art form. Plus it’s an art that I desperately need to figure-out. So far I haven’t had much success. The closest I’ve come is making a mess of “adult coloring…
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