tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post5694876258188381364..comments2024-03-27T10:02:56.747-04:00Comments on Fiction University: Handling Cliffhanger Scene Endings With Multiple POVsJanice Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02356672149097741248noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-23465460887385757292021-05-29T09:10:08.228-04:002021-05-29T09:10:08.228-04:00I totally agreeI totally agreeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-14338487697279002472013-03-18T08:54:33.576-04:002013-03-18T08:54:33.576-04:00Another Great Post.
Here's my entry:
I gasp f...Another Great Post.<br /><br />Here's my entry:<br />I gasp for air, Evan’s lips pushing on mine melodically in sync with the waves thrashing our bodies. We sank back down, but the kissing never stopped until we had to push up for breath again. It was as if we were the same person, breathing, kissing, and surviving as one. <br />“I love you,” he says running his hand through my hair. I smile, kissing him hungrily, preparing to say it back when we go up for air. <br />“I lo…” I gasp, a sharp pain running through my stomach. My eyes begin to close as I fall onto Evan but he pushes me off causing me to open my eyes again. <br />“I’m sorry honey,” he says as I reach for whatever is causing the pain, releasing a small knife and a shroud of blood that taints the Caribbean. <br />“Evan?”I try to focus, pushing on my wound. We can fix this he didn’t sear any of my organs. He? He stabbed me? The realization causes me to wobble. By the time I focus again he’s already on our boat a few feet away. <br />“Goodbye Lena,” I hear it as a mere whisper, overshadowed by the sound of the boats motor. Evan stabbed me and left? I try keeping my eyes open, my blood rushing out of me faster than the water rushing into me. If I had the proper tools I can fix this, but here in the middle of the ocean, all I can do is hope the sharks don’t find me until I pass out.<br />SAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15311186482350857911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-54903006269790718072013-03-17T23:39:54.273-04:002013-03-17T23:39:54.273-04:00Hiya Janice! Here is my attempt at writing a cliff...Hiya Janice! Here is my attempt at writing a cliffhanger:<br /><br />My fingers followed each word of the cursive handwriting until I reached the last sentence on the bottom of the page that read:<br /><br />If he knows the truth I will have to<br /><br />I quickly flipped the page. It was blank. So was the next one, and the one after that. <br /> marti parhamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619874032864736750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-89975435728541007262013-03-17T22:43:30.514-04:002013-03-17T22:43:30.514-04:00Great post! Helpful and pertinent as always. I...Great post! Helpful and pertinent as always. I've been working really hard to end my chapters with a good prompt, for just this reason, they're not always going back to the same person, or the same place often!<br /><br />----------------<br /><br />Alexandrea shrunk back, releasing the tension from her body. However, her mind had not wound down yet. _I should never have shared what I saw with Moralynn, or especially with this, Elf._ She gulped. _I will not let him become trapped, as I suspect I have become._Elainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11033337326037748439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-32473498922231465462013-03-15T14:24:46.897-04:002013-03-15T14:24:46.897-04:00 Dozens of heavy boots trampled through the brush... Dozens of heavy boots trampled through the brush not more than a few paces away. One soldier stopped, surveying the area.<br /> Devin held his breath, even as thorn and bramble pricked him from every angle, sure the slightest noise would reveal his presence. But when he dared a peek at the passing soldiers, he couldn't stifle a choked gasp.<br /> He hadn't seen it in ten years, but Devin knew that face. The squad commander looked exactly like his long-dead father.<br /> Devin heard a hollow click. Cold metal pressed against the back of his head. He froze. <i>A blunderbuss? Fantastic.</i>eBughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02358937133794469362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-32494608863295025632013-03-15T13:46:34.636-04:002013-03-15T13:46:34.636-04:00I'm a new follower :) Great blog. Some really ...I'm a new follower :) Great blog. Some really useful things on here.<br /><br />My entry:<br /><br />Max raised his gun in front of him, nudging the door open with his shoulder. Checking his corners, he moved into the corridor, Kate right behind him, her own gun sweeping the area for anything he'd missed.<br /><br />'Something about this stinks,' Max said. 'I can't shake this feeling...'<br /><br />'Concentrate, Winters.' Kate’s voice was a sharp whisper in the near silence.<br /><br />They made their way to Cargill’s office. Empty. Just like everywhere else.<br /><br />‘Did they know we were coming?’ Max said, his gun dropping to his side as he scanned round the abandoned office.<br /><br />‘You could say that,’ Kate said.<br /><br />She still had her gun in her hands.<br /><br />Pointed at him.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-41830073081146044392013-03-15T07:30:12.619-04:002013-03-15T07:30:12.619-04:00The Hylista shuddered as it skimmed just above the...The Hylista shuddered as it skimmed just above the tree tops. The smoke alarm still shrieked. Tyris coughed from the smoke. Sparks flew as the power went out with one last, loud bang. <br /><br />Tyris’s hand clutched the small jade dolphin hanging around his neck, and he reached for the photograph taped to the console. Milandra smiled at him, oblivious to his distress as always. His touch dislodged the picture, sending it fluttering to the floor as the ground rushed up to meet him.<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05651744055513494283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-9227840778261579822013-03-15T03:43:10.816-04:002013-03-15T03:43:10.816-04:00Claire felt her shoulders sag. What a night, she ...Claire felt her shoulders sag. What a night, she thought. From waitress to circus sideshow to human being to furniture. What’s next?<br /><br />Bobby stepped in front of her, eyebrows drawn together.<br /><br />Damn.Amy Schaeferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17263719891092841767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-48699475100286208672013-03-14T19:06:31.263-04:002013-03-14T19:06:31.263-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Amy Schaeferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17263719891092841767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-64247774002866118752013-03-14T12:22:42.843-04:002013-03-14T12:22:42.843-04:00I ended up with 122 words. The first paragraph cou...I ended up with 122 words. The first paragraph could be deleted to put me under 100, but I thought I'd leave it because it's important to my setting.<br /><br /><br /> Shain didn’t see her, as his eyes were already becoming glassy. Only a Contract could save his life now, but for all he knew, it was a Contract killing him.<br /><br /> Vayda rushed to his side, shrieking so distantly that Shain couldn’t hear it. My god, he thought as he dropped to his knees in the soft sand, how many times is this damn desert going to try to kill me? <br /><br /> Her soft hands were on him already. He tried to tell her it was hopeless this time, but the words wouldn’t come – his throat was choked with blood and burning bile. Besides, he knew that no matter what he said, she’d do her very best to save him.<br /><br /> If only she could.<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11220363713548047132noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-66718470587303099222013-03-14T09:41:06.401-04:002013-03-14T09:41:06.401-04:00Jill, shorter is probably better, as 200 words is ...Jill, shorter is probably better, as 200 words is almost a page. Maybe under 100 words? The goal is to be punchy with fewer words :) Glad you're enjoying the contests! I've been having fun coming up with them. Janice Hardyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02356672149097741248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-5177577822006938912013-03-14T09:11:08.582-04:002013-03-14T09:11:08.582-04:00I had a quick question about this contest :) I wor...I had a quick question about this contest :) I worked on my entry earlier and it came out significantly longer than the others that are up here, just under 200 words. Is that too long for this contest? I can probably cut several in my revisions, but I'll need to completely rewrite if I'm to take it as short as some of these entries are.<br /><br />Thanks for running these contests! They're so much fun!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11220363713548047132noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-56688518256086032702013-03-13T21:03:20.419-04:002013-03-13T21:03:20.419-04:00Another great post! This is quickly becoming one ...Another great post! This is quickly becoming one of my favorite writing blogs.<br /><br />My entry:<br /><br />"Help's on the way," Martinez said a moment later from where he leaned over the communication station. "Probably eighteen hours away at top speed."<br /><br />"Sounds like we have a date. Let's make sure we're ready for it." Including, Brian thought grimly, preparing to scuttle the ship if needed.Peggyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09940186114539569688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-9626781049502518882013-03-13T20:55:46.946-04:002013-03-13T20:55:46.946-04:00Hopefully, this excerpt isn't too long for the...Hopefully, this excerpt isn't too long for the excercise...<br /><br />Were the keys in his pocket? <br />She tiptoed towards him, hoping her thudding heart wouldn’t wake him. His breathing was deep and regular. She licked her lips. Could she search without disturbing him? <br /><br />She steadied her hand, and slowly, slowly inched her fingers into his pocket until they touched something metallic. Were they? Yes! Keys!<br /><br />Something clamped on her wrist. She jumped. It was his hand. And his eyes, small pinpoints of fury, glared at her.<br />Jo-Ann Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18027989147411624378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-56023998407119105532013-03-13T20:44:24.385-04:002013-03-13T20:44:24.385-04:00I have an abandoned manuscript that was written in...I have an abandoned manuscript that was written in alternating viewpoints.. I might get back to it and analyse it with your tips in mind. Thanks for that!Jo-Ann Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18027989147411624378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-25788720512206141752013-03-13T07:39:35.145-04:002013-03-13T07:39:35.145-04:00Rubinna, I like anything that makes me think about...Rubinna, I like anything that makes me think about why I do a particular writing thing. I think so much of what we do is instinct, and when we understand why we can make better use of our skills. This was one of those hmmmm moments for me ;)Janice Hardyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02356672149097741248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-47313362940925486772013-03-12T23:26:31.522-04:002013-03-12T23:26:31.522-04:00Since I am writing with two POVs for the first tim...Since I am writing with two POVs for the first time, this is perfect. As a reader, I've noticed this. I am a skimmer, but it is good to construct carefully to avoid this feeling as the writer.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03683787289610071946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-17494238123342482982013-03-12T12:51:01.905-04:002013-03-12T12:51:01.905-04:00Emily, LOL you might be right! It really could go ...Emily, LOL you might be right! It really could go either way there. Waugh might have to clarify that :)Janice Hardyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02356672149097741248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-44010897659584226392013-03-12T11:41:43.759-04:002013-03-12T11:41:43.759-04:00Hahaha...
I thought "and I am not a geek"...Hahaha...<br />I thought "and I am not a geek" was Waugh's cliffhanger! It caught my attention :)<br />Guess I'm a geek too!BSBRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02520510454417941553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-72007961699651602752013-03-12T07:57:51.962-04:002013-03-12T07:57:51.962-04:00Thanks for the great post! I'm working on POV ...Thanks for the great post! I'm working on POV change/chapter transitions right now. Here's the latest:<br /><br />Shaking, she drew a letter from her apron.<br />Peggie snatched it up. <br />It was addressed to Sir James, in her mother's hand, and bordered all in black.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-7395800674790240572013-03-12T07:41:18.416-04:002013-03-12T07:41:18.416-04:00Cat, not if he saw the Star Wars fan fiction I wro...Cat, not if he saw the Star Wars fan fiction I wrote in high school, lol.<br /><br />Waugh, Jackson did do a great job there. Nothing wring with being a geek. I know I am :)<br /><br />Karen, thanks so much! <br /><br /> Janice Hardyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02356672149097741248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-28766357989414305502013-03-12T00:42:06.939-04:002013-03-12T00:42:06.939-04:00Great post...again!
The enemy surrounds us. Ammun...Great post...again!<br /><br />The enemy surrounds us. Ammunition is running low. <br />We are injured and hungry and thirsty and utterly spent. <br />Only a message to headquarters, 25 miles away, can save us now. <br />I am the last messenger. I am a carrier pigeon.<br />And I must get through.BSBRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02520510454417941553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-55968549710430148732013-03-11T23:46:22.993-04:002013-03-11T23:46:22.993-04:00liebjabberings, NICE.
Sam opened the door and gav...liebjabberings, NICE.<br /><br />Sam opened the door and gave the young man a friendly smile. Tourist, he thought. The guy looked like the type. "Can I help you?"<br /> The young man glanced down at the paper in his hands and up at Sam. "Samuel Chimes?"<br /> Sam blinked. "Yeah, that's me."<br /> From the front room, Linda called, "Sam, who is it?"<br /> The young man took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. "Hi, Dad."Rachel6https://www.blogger.com/profile/15138745237488029817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-16359018901162412372013-03-11T23:00:48.913-04:002013-03-11T23:00:48.913-04:00A wonderful post! I loved it so much that I picked...A wonderful post! I loved it so much that I picked it as one of my top 5 blog posts of the week.<br />http://simplyscribblings.blogspot.ca/2013/03/top-5-blog-posts-for-this-week.html<br />Thank you for sharing such wonderful things with other writers!Karen deBlieckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11833882790709316409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3901370917824739259.post-24732929375779684302013-03-11T21:28:06.892-04:002013-03-11T21:28:06.892-04:00George Lucas couldn't do it, but Peter Jackson...George Lucas couldn't do it, but Peter Jackson managed it the Two Towers. Helm's Deep and Isengard and Osgiliath all come together, in ways Tolkien never had to think of.<br /><br />And I am not a geek.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13593564925888589168noreply@blogger.com