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25Oct 2013 by Dianna L. Gunn

The last 10 years

Today's goal is to learn more about your setting with an eye towards things that specifically influence your story. The idea is that elements from the history you create today will be implemented in your novel and might help give it a better shape and you some more knowledge on the locale. So grab a pen and paper and write about what's happened in your chosen setting over the last ten years. Depending on your story, this setting could be as large as a world or as small as a single nobleman's house. What's important is that you find a character who was old enough to be fully aware and have knowledge of the world during the last ten years, and get them to explain the history to you in…

20Jan 2012 by diannagunn

Fiction Prompt January 20th

Prompts, Short Fiction

While I am hoping to use several of these prompts to create standalone flash fiction, writing responses to these prompts from the PoV of one of my novel characters is a really good way to build character. Today I've got not only a prompt for you, but a small response to it that I wrote from the PoV (point of view, for those of you who don't know) of Riana, the main character in Moonshadow's Guardian. Today's prompt: Guilt My response: It's been thousands of years since I protected Eternia, but I will never forgive myself for failing her. She was just a little girl the first time we met. I remember her cute smile, her little head all covered in long black hair like a curtain. I remember her…

23Dec 2011 by diannagunn

It’s Prompt Time

Inspirational, Prompts, Short Fiction, Writing

As promised, today I have a prompt for you that will hopefully inspire you to write some awesome short fiction. I won't be doing this one today because I'm really focused on finishing my novel right now, but it's on my list to write next year. So, here goes: The day I died Take that however you want, make it into whatever you want, and please share with me what angle you've taken on this prompt.

16May 2011 by diannagunn

Prompt of the Week

Prompts, Short Fiction, Writing

Today's Prompt is: Bitter Childhood Memories My response to today's prompt will be written from Riana's point of view. Riana is the main character of the novella-which might grow into barely a novel territory-Moonshadow's Guardian. I have just begun to rewrite Moonshadow's Guardian. I'm moving slowly still because I've got some work left to do, but I should have the new first chapter (not all the chapters are changing drastically; the first one, however, is) finished in the next day or two. I'm excited to be back to work on this project. Riana I spent the first fourteen years of my life with my mother, a human woman named Elaine. She was a pretty woman, though she never lost much of the weight of childbirth. We lived in a one…

09May 2011 by diannagunn

Prompt: Stranger

Prompts, Short Fiction, Writing

Today's Prompt Is: Stranger My response: The people in the village continued to treat me as a stranger despite my efforts to participate in the community. It baffled me when just before the dawn of winter, a new man arrived, rescued from the river-an exile of the Queen-and they accepted him as one of their own. Edith told me it was because most people entered the village by the river or were born here; my entrance was a rare thing, almost unheard of. I did not take it to heart too much, following Edith's advice, but I could not help but feel some anger towards the man. This man came to us with bad news, worse than I could have imagined. The Temple of Memories was due to be closed…

02May 2011 by diannagunn

Prompt of the Week

Prompts, Short Fiction, Writing

Today's prompt of the week is: A Strange New Life My response: Living in the village meant that I must work amongst them. It was a stark contrast from my life in the temple, where I spent most of my time in the pursuit of knowledge. I spent the mornings farming in the fields with the other villagers, who worked with me but did not say much to me. The old woman who ran in the village took me in because she had once known Evelyn. I spent my afternoons mending clothes with her. Dinners were usually held among the entire town in the temple three times a week; once a week I helped with the cooking and serving of this food, though cooking was not my greatest strength. Despite…

17Jan 2011 by diannagunn

Prompt of the Week: Illness

Prompts, Short Fiction, Writing

Today's Prompt is: Illness My response: The halls of the Great Temple of Memories were never so quiet as on the day High Priestess Evelyn died. The songs of worship were not sung on that day, seventh day of the seventh month. The priests prayed in silence. The doors of the great temple were not opened that day. The air in the temple hung heavy over the heads of healthy priests. A young girl carried an iron kettle in one hand and a clay mug in the other. She wore black today instead of the colour of her Goddess. Today was not an ordinary day. Today was a day of mourning. She walked quietly in padded slippers down the huge halls. It was said this place was built by giants.…