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teechudleyy:
Divepen1 Am I too late?
I need a cover for the title When the bough breaks. Author: Tee Chudley

here

SirWere:
The name of the book: The Dark stars. It has to do about Celestial mechanics........... Just fancy words for stars really. Can you handle it?

let me get back to you after I've done something

SirWere:
@Divepen1, do you do sci-fi. I have sent a pm

Yes... or let's see give the specs

asd

mizquote:
hello.
I'm interested.

Okay... The info

Wininiel:
. Oh my Goodness...... I can't believe I abandoned my story........I feel like the worst writer ever.......... I'm so so so so sorry for my in seriousness.

Better

Winniel?

Iyahme... Seriously?

Galacious1:
U'r really good

Thanks

another

Plot Fuels
Notice: Plot evolves through conflict to exposition, that provides background information needed to make sense of the action, describes the setting, and introduces the major characters; these plots develop a series of complications or intensifications of the conflict that lead to a crisis or moment of great tension. The conflict may reach a climax or turning point, a moment of greatest tension that fixes the outcome; then, the action falls off as the plot’s complications are sorted out and resolved (the resolution or dénouement).

Be aware, however, that much of twentieth-century fiction does not exhibit such strict formality of design.
The conflict, goal, problem, or what the main character wants should be set up in the first sentence, paragraph, page, or chapter, depending upon a story’s length, If not stated outright, it should at least be hinted at very strongly.
So, you need to create tension in order to keep your readers interested. Make your readers wonder, “What happens next?”
And to get that effect, you can use these plot fuels:

Time pressure – The character has a limited amount of time in which to accomplish a goal or solve a problem.
Ex.: Rumpelstiltskin, Hansel and Gretel Other time pressures include:

Forces of nature – Rain coming in. impending storm, etc.
Deadline dates – preparations, contest entry deadlines, athletic training for a specific contest, mortgage payment, bomb set to go off, harvest before the rain frost, onset of winter, etc. Arrival of holiday – birthday of Christmas gifts to make, etc.
Setbacks – The most important part of the plot is the series of setbacks the main character faces in trying to resolve the conflict or attain the goal. In well-developed fiction, there are often 3 or more of them. The series of setbacks make up the middle of the story. The main character overcomes each successively more difficult setback – the last one in a grand way to a satisfactory close.
Events or setbacks that might temporarily prevent the characters from solving their problems are:
injuries
weather
losses
mistakes
misunderstandings
mishaps or accidents
Reader Is In On a Secret the Character Doesn’t Know – Tension rises when the reader learns something through the narration that the character doesn’t know. The reader becomes anxious for the character.
Ex. The bed is frayed and about to break.
A villain is hiding in the house. A trap has been laid.
Anticipation of a Major Scene – Characters set up the tension through their dialogue about the Big Event or their warnings. They anticipate another character’s arrival or action(s).

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https://litehelp./2016/02/04/plot-fuels/

Crieff:
How good are you?

I did those and lot more.. I will do different ones for you to choose one...

kingphilip:
So touching a piece

Thanks ..
Where have you come and be...

rt

RemenZack:
P.S - www.remenzack.com is thoroughly responsible for any of her posts linked here on Nairaland.




I fled into my Mother's room, since my room didn't feel safe anymore. Father still managed to grab me from under my bed and twist my ears for being an eavesdropping little girl.

It's a nice piece. I don't understand this part.

The Lonely Path
The feeling came again. Joseph looked at his co-workers and took his eyes away when one of them wanted to look at him.

‘Mr. Joe…’ A lady said and touched his cloth.
‘What?’ He shouted. He pulled back in his seat. Her touch was like ember. He knew she touched him every time she came around. But he didn’t want that day. He looked at her eyes to be sure she had not seen it.
‘What’s wrong with you?’ The lady said as she shifted back. Her elegance could pass her as a model. And that’s what she can be. She can’t be what he wanted. Nothing in this world can be. And the only person that could be what he wanted was very far away from him. Or should he say he’s the one far from this person.
‘Leave me… Ah! I’ve been telling you over the week, you people should leave me’.

The pure fear reflected on her face was a pure reflection of what was on his mind.
He stood and headed for the toilet. His hair raised like warriors who had been given go ahead by their leaders to invade another village. They were watching, he knew. If only he had the ability to move at the speed of light.

The moment he closed the door, Joseph repeatedly hit the wall with his fist. He had been cranky over the week. And he just couldn’t help it.
He slapped his wife for the first time in his five years of marriage with her. He went to the basin. The tap looked bullet. If he had a gun, he would end everything now. He swallowed hard. Tears poured down his face. He was just 33 years old. He washed his face. The mirror called his attention. His breathe came out faster than normal but he wasn’t concerned.
The hair of his head was cutting off. He shook his head. He perspired. The water from the tap kept running. He shook his head. He should wash his face again.

‘Ah… God...’ He screamed and hit the basin. It crashed. It didn’t dangle. The basin had been there before he got to that office seven years ago, and now it was still in use: it was older than his stay in that office. The people had misused it but the basin was overbearing. It persevered. It never fell. But that day, it fell. The crash felt like trumpeters carrying singing after his dead.

The door opened. The lady came rushing in, and the M.D behind him.
‘This is the height of it, Joe…’ The M.D shouted. ‘I can’t take it again. You’ve been making us lose money this week. You’re not talking. I can’t just put up with this nuisance any further. I can’t. Before you destroy all our property, you are fired. Go and see a pastor. You are having spiritual problem’.
The lady exclaimed.

‘What? The M.D shouted, and made face at her. She shifted back. ‘What? He needs prayer. He needs to seek spiritual help. See... He’s can’t even talk’.
Joseph, after his whole table had been cleared, looked at his the two papers in front of him. One was the sack letter from the M.D. Who, as though he had been preparing the message before, brought it the next hour after the fall of the basin. And the second paper, the source of his trouble. He was diagnosed with Cancer. He? Cancer? Where did he get that?

As he came out of the company, he looked at himself, and at the people outside. He looked at himself again. He wondered if they could see it. He needed to get back to God, the only person that could give a lasting miracle. And that’s even if he accepted him back because he had not been going to church. But he was going to try Jesus. He entered his car and cried.

Dedicated to every Cancer patient out there.

https://litehelp./2016/02/04/the-lonely-path/

Lalasticala, seun