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Your mother is alive, Nigel (small story idea).
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She enjoys portraying herself as a half-aware and dimwitted beast, drunken in the stupor of her own bodily composure.I wrote this just before I celebrated my oldest niece's birthday.
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Nigel believes that his mother is dead. This takes place after "The Day" (that Chartreux mentioned).
In one moment, he is conversating with Sheryl. He is telling her several condescending things. Sheryl says his name in a low voice, but he doesn't listen. He continues his decomposition in his words, his voice filled with worry. After mentioning his mother more than once, Sheryl says his name again. He listens. She tells him that Chanda isn't dead, and that she saw her not too far from where they currently are.
Nigel expresses his shock. Then he begs Sheryl to tell him where she saw her. Sheryl tells him, and he runs away to find her, thinking of nothing and no one else.
He finds her. Her back is turned. When he stops, standing about 25 feet from her, he shouts out to her.
"Mother!!!"
She does not respond
He almost begins to run towards her. But then he notices her slowly turn around, and he stops. She watches him from a distance. He is hyperventilating in disbelief. He calls out to her again.
"Mother!"
She does not move.
The rain pours. After a moment of silence, she slowly begins to approach him. His body becomes almost entirely limp as he slowly tilts his head back to look up at her face. His eyes begin to shed tears as he looks up at her and speaks his mind.
"Where were you? I...I looked all over for you. Everywhere! But you..."
She continues to stare down upon him.
"...You were nowhere to be found!"
Towering above him less than 10 feet away from where he stood, Chanda observed his erratic behavior in a silence that only made him question her more.
"What happened to you?! Did they...did they hurt you?!"
Chanda then slowly turned her back to him and began to depart from him, much to his suprise.
"Wait! Where are you going?!"
He walked closer to her, having come within her arm's reach.
"Mother, I~"
"What did he tell you?"
Nigel had almost instantaneously ceased to speak, and even so much as breath.
"What task did he burden you with?"
Nigel became confused.
"I...I don't know what...what you're~"
"It is already hardly believable that you of all his tortured were selected in the first place. Have you so quickly forgotten what it was that you have been sent here to accomplish?"
He was at a loss for words.
"I can only imagine what [unfinished]
Then I sang happy birthday for my oldest niece.
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I really think your writings improved Guzz, the events and plots are much more clear, the balance between narration and dialogue has made them feel more like stories, rather than conversation logs
not the most motherly of figures, the boy searches for her, eventually coming to impression that she's dead, he finds out that she lives, and immediately sets out to find her, yet her only action is to stare down upon him and question him
Actually, her attitude towards Nigel is that of a person who knows more about what is going on than Nigel does. It's not that she's being less motherly towards him, but that there are several concerns to keep in mind that she is aware of moreso than Nigel is. Being happy to see him is one thing, but she is concerned about something that is much greater than both the concerns of him AND herself.
I really think your writings improved Guzz, the events and plots are much more clear, the balance between narration and dialogue has made them feel more like stories, rather than conversation logs
It's honestly got a long way to go. XD I'm trying to put my ideas in narration form moreso, even though I feel like they're only footnotes. But whenever I get the idea to jot down a footnote on my iPod, I end up giving it the kind of prose that fits well in narration moreso than a simple note. It's hard to keep my ideas strictly in "memo form," because there's always very specific character interatcions that would be totally lost on me if I don't write them out as they come to me...HOW they come to me.
It's not easy managing different personalities in characterization. With the way I do it (not saying that it's "the best"), different days and different IRL moments bring different inspirations for the interactions between different characters.
"Timing" is key. I can't have an idea in mind for a story unless I know what character(s) is centers around. X___X