Dreaming in Character

G.L. Jackson

Writing Challenge

6 Comments

Is it possible to have too many blogs or online journals? I’m not sure, but I’d like to invite anyone reading here to participate in a writing challenge (or exercise, more specifically) I’m running on Dreamwidth and Livejournal. Please come join us.

Copying the challenge instructions here too (I’m easy; it doesn’t matter to me where someone posts an entry) in case this is your preferred venue. Here goes:


A while ago some of you said you’d be up for a writing challenge that didn’t have the restriction of 100 words only, so here goes. I’m doing things little bit differently this time, feel free to join in all over the place as often as you like.

We all know that the backbone of a story is its characters. In order for our characters to be well-rounded and realistic, they have to have… well, a lot of realistic qualities. I’ve said a number of times that one of the things that clues me in to knowing I’m writing a pretty good character is when I know some of their memories. Not all, because memories are selective things and subject to change over time, but something that works in the moment. With that in mind, I’m thinking this challenge should be all about character development through memory.


Rules:

Fandom: any fandom, including (encouraging) original.
Word count: Let’s do a minimum of 500 words.
Main theme: A memory from your chosen character.
Ratings: No restrictions.
Duration: Challenge opens now and closes at the end of day Friday, April 12.


Put on your writing hats and go! Show us a memory. If it’s a canon character, let us know who he or she or it is and what canon you’re working from. If they’re original, give us a little context so we know what we’re looking at. Pick someone from a work-in-progress, a RP character, or anyone you like. I’m easy, and so are all the characters living in my head.

Post your fics as comments to this entry, or post them in your own journal and link to your story below. Feel free to do as few or as many as you want, and if you read one, be sure to leave a review or a comment. Everyone’s welcome, so spread the word.


Advertisements

Author: G.L. Jackson

Writer, reader, amateur photographer. Mostly, I just like pretending to be a different person each day of the week.

6 thoughts on “Writing Challenge

  1. Original by Ayla Mayo. All mistakes are my own.

    James was sick and tired of all the crap about his race. So his mother was a Wyvern and his father a Faerie. Who gives a damn? James himself couldn’t even sense magic. He was surrounded by all these amazing people, and yet he couldn’t begin to compare himself to them. Oliver especially, was a mystery in and of himself. A Weyfarer so unlike any other person. His innate curiosity and bravery came from his father’s Were Panther ancestry, while his flightiness and need to be excited was undoubtedly his mother’s doing. With four other brothers almost exactly like him, Oliver had managed to single himself out in James’s mind. Sometimes , however, James couldn’t remember what it was exactly that had brought them together. They were so different; Oliver the very definition of a magical being and James a magical void. And yet…he remembers the night in the rain after the death of Count Allmarck. Oliver looked so hopelessly lost, as if he was shocked that he couldn’t figure out the answer to the puzzle. He was so used to being the one who gave the answers to the most complicated questions, that he was at a loss. James could see the gears turning in that head; the green eyes widening with the realization that he didn’t know something. That someone had one-upped him was a ridiculous idea by itself, but that someone had managed to so completely confuse him was disconcerting. James almost wanted to laugh at the look, but instead he reached out and put his hand on Oliver’s shoulder and sighed. “You’ll get him, mate. Just think of this as incentive. It takes someone who really pisses you off to encourage you to do your best work, right?” He had only looked at him flatly, his slightly pointed ears turning down at the thought of being so emotionally vested as to be ‘pissed off’. But James simply smiled. “We’ll figure it out.” He retains to this day that the ‘we’ part was an accident, but damn if there wasn’t magic in those green eyes at that moment.

    Even these days, while they run around solving crimes the likes of only the great Holmes and Watson have ever seen, James could see it. He may have been totally devoid of magic, but he knew it when he saw it. He saw it whenever Oliver leaped from rooftop to rooftop; whenever the man landed on his feet with a seemingly startling amount of ease. When he smiled because he knew something someone else didn’t. Yes, James’s mother was a Wyvern, and his father a Faerie. His family was so deeply immersed within the magical realm that he would never really be rid of the stigma of not being a magical being. But whenever Oliver turned to him and said “The party’s on, Lestrade! Shall we?”, he knew in his heart that he was more magical than that bastard down at the cannery who could bend spoons with his mind.

    Although, that was pretty damn cool.

    Thank you for reading~!

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s