What Makes a Story (Prompt1)

A story is made of characters, a setting, and a theme. But that only play a role in making a story. The characters are one of the main things that make up a story. Readers get attached to certain characters. The reader reads the book to see what happens to that character to find out if he/she either lives or dies.  The setting is where the story takes place. It can be a story changer it could affect the way a character live or how the character reacts to things that happens to him/her.  The Theme is what is the main message the author is trying to get through the story. Every single part of a story is what makes up a story. A story needs to have some type of genre; a genre is a type of book. Genres of books are fiction, non-fiction, fantasy, Sci-Fi, etc. Certain types of readers like different types of genres of books. I enjoy reading fiction or Sci-Fi books. They are unique and different from others. You get to get real creative in a fiction book. You can make up anything you want you make the story yours. In every book their have to be some type of conflict and where theirs a conflict their have to be a resolution.  Conflict is another main key in a story; the character has to have some type of problem he/she has to find away to solve. The problem could be so small but it could have a huge impact on the main character’s life.  The reaction of the main character can cause the reader to get attached to the character or be disgusted with the character all together.  The make up of the story or the plot can be a big factor in making a good story. It helps you plan out what happens to what character or how he/she lives their life. Through out all stories the main character grows in some type of way he/she gets wiser throughout the story. He/she either is able to solve the problem they are having or they cant. Every story has a similar make up but what makes a story different is the twist you put on it.

The Family ( Draft 1)

The wind blows against his face and pushes the hood off of his bold head. You couldn’t tell by looking at him but he sees the world different then the rest of then us. The world is more complex then you think, but son you will understand what he means by this.

            He is the youngest of all his siblings and his name is Randy. Randy continues to walk home through the windy weather that only slows him down a bit. Randy has been on his own since he was 8, well that’s how he feels. The only thing that he worries about in his life is lost the last people in his family, which are his brothers Berry and Adam. His parents died from a huge explosion right after him and his brother left from home. Randy steps on to his front porch and snatches open the door. Randy steps into the house and slams the door behind him. A large tear rolls down his face as he throws his bag on the floor. Berry comes running down the stairs, he stops when he realizes its Randy.

            “What wrong now Randy?” Asked Berry.

            “Everything I’m tired of waiting on the right time to do what we came here for, I’m not the patient type so lets get this job over with,” replies Randy.

“You cant rush into this we still don’t have a plan what are we going to do just go right in and get killed?”

The Wanted ( Draft 1)

I can hear the whistling wind outside my window as I turn on my TV. I hate being alone at home I always hear things or see things. I lay my head down on my pillow and just listen to the sound of SpongeBob. I stare at the wall for a moment before I can hear the sound of keys at my front door. I jump up and run downstairs towards the door, I reach for the doorknob and hold it.

I start to lose my grip and I jump back from the door. I begin to open slowly, I run into the livingroom and crawl under the table. The smell of a sweet perfume fills my nose. Then I realize its my mom coming home from work. I crawl from under the table and run into the kitchen. My mom stares at me, she opens her mouth as if she was going to say something but shuts it. She puts her purse on the table and waves me over; I walk slowly closer to her afraid of being scold or hit. She pulled me by my arm and hugged me tightly.  I hugged her back then I made my way upstairs to my bed . I put my head on my pillow and stared at the ceiling. Then I realized that someone had turned my TV off.

Hint Fiction

Justice ran down the street. He was stopped by a bunch of people. Justice fought back but he did not make it home that night.

Robert was crying on the phone. The lights went off and the phone went dead.

He saw a shadow then he was gone.

I legs grew weak. I fell to the ground in need of help. I can see them now, I try to rub but I cant.

My Passion

Something that I’m very passionate about is Basketball. I love to play basketball its something that keeps me going. Without being able to play basketball I don’t know what I would I do, it’s just so fun and exciting. The feeling you get when you score the game winning point is just incredible nothing can beat that feeling.  The joy I get from being able to help my team win and be successful is something that I can't live without. I will always play basketball its just something I need to do in my life.

Introduction

            Hello, my name is Rashi’d and I’m a student that attends School of The Arts.

This blog is for creative writing which is my major at SOTA. I am an athlete I play basketball and football, sports is something I really enjoy doing when I’m not writing. My favorite genre is science fiction, it allows me to bring my creative side out, and it helps me express myself through my writing.