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Writing Fantasy
So you want to write fantasy stories.
Are you a writer? Or would you like to be?
I have assembled a few tips and other odds and ends to help you write fantasy. Not that I am any good at it my self but it is a fun hobby.
Questions and answers
Q: I would like to write but my English is poor.
A: If you have any English skills at all then you have probably already found that I am lacking in almost every way. I never received better then a D+ in the subject.
Q: My typing speed is low or non-existent.
A: Typing speed doses not determine whether or not you are a good writer, it is quality not quantity. Besides most authors spend a year or more on their first few books. Learning to type is not as hard as it seems. You can buy typing software at almost any store that sells computers or computer software. If you still can't seem get your fingers to hit the right keys then you can always buy dictation software. I use it my self once in a while.
Q: I have tried to right and can't think of anything to right about or I get writer's block.
A: That is a problem that all writers face once in a while. The secret is there is no secret. Every writer deals with this problem in different ways. If you can't seem to find your niche then you are more then welcome to use mine.
When a bad case of writers block hits I find it help full to go take a nap, although I never seem to fall a sleep as my writers block seems to lift after laying down for a few minuets.
And if all else fails then just open a new page and start writing. It doesn't matter what you write about since you are just wasting time. So try writing a fable or some thing. You can find one that I wrote while I was having a bad case of writer's block on this page.
Q: All of the good stories have already been written.
A: This is far from true. It dose seem that all of the ideas have been used up, but in if you were to count up all of the book out their they would add up to only a very small percent of the total possibilities.
Here are some ideas - beginnings - middles- and ends of a few stories that you may use.
Matt was surprised by the length of time he had spent on the field. He had seen more deaths on this one day then he could have ever imagined in his entire life. It was not only the amount of men who had died that amazed him, it was also the fact that he was still alive.
As Matt looked around at all of the body's lying on the ground he prayed forgiveness for those who had killed and for those who had died.
He was still in a daze from his last kill. The battle had finally ended he was surprised to look up and find that there were no others to fight. It had ended, at least for him almost as quickly as it had begun. Now he could see the retreating army of the Hondaous. Over to his right he could hear the captains and admirals shouting orders to the men. He was still to dazed to make any sense out of what they were saying.
As the day's effects came flooding back in a horrible wave of realization he felt sick to his stomach. A hand on is gut was trying to keep what little breakfast he had ate that morning down, although the smell of fresh blood in the air, threatened his confidence. He looked around and began to hear all of the horrifying moans, groans, and pleas for help. He could not keep his breakfast down. He had all he could do to try to find an empty patch of ground, that did not have a wounded or dead soldier laying in it.
"Hay how you feeling." Matt looked to see the lieutenant looking down at him. He let out with another gut retching sound. "That good a." The lieutenant stood over him waiting for his condition to improve. Matt decided to force himself to stop as he was now in pain from the dry heaves.
"Well it is finally over." The lieutenant looked at Matt. It took a minute for Matt to realize that he was talking about the battle and not his upset stomach.
"How many of us are left." Matt asked as he looked around once more this time concentrating on the living.
"It is hard to say although from what I can see we have lost at least a couple thousand or more, but I am sure that we took twice that many down before they decided they had, had enough. Now all we can do is try to gather our own injured." The lieutenant pointed over to a string of wagons that had been pulled out on to the field, although Matt could not have imagined when they had come.
"What of the other injured?" Matt asked as he nodded down towards one of the Hondaous soldiers. The soldier had been sliced in the gut and arm although his injury was serious it was not fatal.
The lieutenant drew his sword and quickly heaved it through the soldiers' mid-section. The young looking soldier grabbed the blade of the sword as he took one last gasping breath.
Well it is not my best and yes there are some mistakes in it but that just goes to show you that you don't have to be an English major to become a good writer. As for it not being my best I don't want to give too much away.
"What? You have never heard of the mountain cave? Well be assured that if you don't head my warning, and you decide to go up their to see for your self then just remember that I told you about the dangers in the mountain cave." The old man told his son as they looked up at the mountain.
"What is it that is said about the mountain cave father?" The young boy asked inquisitively.
"Well they say that there is a magic in that cave."
"Magic?" the boy, asked.
"Yes magic. An odd magic one that I don't know how to describe but the magic will change a person"
"How dose it change them?"
"Well it is hard to put in to words my son just trust me that if you go into that cave on the top of the mountain you will be changed for ever and it may be a change you don't like."
"Did you get changed when you went in to the cave?"
"Yes I did."
"How the boy looked at his father through questioning eyes.
"Well it is like I said it is hard to explain. But I can tell you some of the things that happened to me. You see I was about your age when my father told me about the cave. I was scared at first to even look at that mountain. But as the days went on my curiosity grew and I had to know what the magic was that was in the cave."
"So you went in?"
"Yes and that is why I'm telling you not to go in to that cave. Some bad things happened but they didn't happen right away. They started happening after I came home."
"What happened." The boy asked with worried eyes.
"Well it is like I said I was changed by the magic. I was nearly driven mad as my mother put it. With each passing day it was worse I could not bar the sight of my father or mother I know it was the magic because I had always loved my mother and father. And as the days pressed I could not bar the look of my room and I could not stand the house I had spent all of my life in then it finally happened I could take it no more I had to do it I had to leave."
"You left your home." The youngster looked up in terror.
"I did and now I live hear and have been ever since I still miss my old home but I know that I can never go back except for short visits. For it is the will of the magic."
I know it dose sound silly but that is not the point. I didn't write that to impress anyone just to take my mind off the bad case of writers block I had and I did work after finishing a short story or fable or anything for that matter it sort of makes you feel better. So until I have more time to finish my site hear have fun and let me know what you think. But you will not be enlightening me by telling me that I am not the best writer in the world. For this I know!!