I'm writing this story and I can't think of anything that should happen next. I was wondering if any of you could help me.
There's this person who's a POW and he/she's in this place they call "The Room," which is under the ground, is running out of air, and is leaking water because of plumbing problems. He/she's been there for a very long time and thinks he/she'll die there. Then all of a sudden the door opens, which it never has before (when she was there.)
If any of you have any ideas that can help me, or are creating something and need help, you could, perhaps, come here.

It was a dark and stormy night. The lack of oxygen and water had taken its toll on Major Tate, who licked his sanitary pan for any trace of moisture. Alone and foresaken, Tate exclaimed "I'll get you Venutian bastards if it's the last thing I do! You bastards!" Just then, his cell door swung open to reveal the most debonair and perfect physical specimen he had ever seen.

"The name's Megatron. Lord Megatron," the stranger said as he reloaded his F-57 photon blaster. "Let's get out of this hellhole and kick some Venutian butt," he continued.

I'm atwitter with anticipation at where this is going next.

Now Playing: "Stolen Moments" Oliver Nelson The Blues and the Abstract Truth (Impulse!)

(Chapter 2)

Megatron casually vaporized three Venutian guards as he lifted the enfeebled Major Tate and carried him out of the cell. “Oh, thank you Lord Megatron!” declared Tate. “You truly are as brave and handsome as the legends say. My next recordrecord will be dedicated in your honor.”

“Let’s get out of this hellhole, first,” said Megatron.

“Not so fast!” declared the sexy and deadly snake-woman who appeared from around the corner. “My name is Reptilica and I love you, Megatron! Ravage me until I can take no more, or I will destroy you!”

“I don’t date out of my species,” said Megatron awesomely as he raised his photon cannon. “See you in hell, baby!” He then destroyed the reptilian temptress and fled with Major Tate slung over his shoulder to safety above ground. “Megatron to BioPod,” he said into his transponder, “I’ve found the lost sheep- now let’s go home.”

THE END…..or is it?

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Originally posted by Megatron:
“I don’t date out of my species,” said Megatron awesomely as he raised his photon cannon.

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BRAVO!!!

I fear this is proving to be of little help to you, Ginny, but I think the world would be a much better place if only our heroes said things "awesomely" a bit more often.

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This is only one of four stories that are intertwining in one. The other three I'm not having as much trouble in, and It's already at the beginning of the third chapter.
It takes place in the future, on Earth, during the middle of a great war against the all-powerful Potifides who have already taken over Europe and part of Asia. They have an army of giant things (what they are hasn't been specified yet) who have just gone out of control and the Potifides don't know where they are anymore. The giant things are on a rampage, killing everything in sight, and yet, not one single person (besides the ones who have been killed by them) have seen them, perhaps because everyone who saw them were killed and no one else was around, I don't know.

And, if you didn't notice, he/she did have water because of the plumbing problems in the building.

Hello Ginny. You are a sweet and precious gem. I did not mean to scare you when I first met you, but no-one would talk to me.

Anyway, as long as the iron giant is around NOTHING can harm you.

Don't go looking for my cat. He's OK now, I know where he is.

OK. I think I have a plan. The door is opened by none other than a "giant thing". OK. So Major Tate can either stand his ground and be demolished by the giant or---well his only option is to get demolished by the giant. But, it turns out that Major Tate is ACTUALLY a Potifide and we learn that the giant thing has come to rescue Major Tate instead of killing Major Tate. This little device does many things. A.) it throws the reader for a loop and gives a nice surprise. B.) before this twist is revealed you can have the reader feel sorry for Major Tate and really humanize and when he is actually one of the villains you are humanizing the villains which is always good. C.) This war is massive, right? So youre intertwining stories of the individual combatants. The arc of Major Tate can sort of set up the way youre writing the story. I have a slew of ideas so ask me if ya need any...

First off, Lordy, there's a thread here for "Creative Writing", so go take the Awesome Major Tate over there.

Secondly, my sweet Ginny (I, for one, can call her that, since she's my daughter), listen to Yosemite (I mean, Eccentric) Sam. He's got some good ideas, and it very well might work with the other three stories. You can also PM ES, or check out his website, etc.

You see, I have to talk to my daughter here because sometimes, she tries to hide things from me. I love you, Ginny. See you in a sec.

EC, the story is now yours to do with as you will. Call ME if you need any ideas.

Mk.1, I don't mean anything by anything.

I'm still new around here, and I haven't quite gotten accustomed to the ways.

Say hello to thje twins for me, I'll be over to see 'em real soon. Summitt about unfinished buisness.

Lennon=Messiah.

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Originally posted by mark f:
First off, Lordy, there's a thread here for "Creative Writing", so go take the Awesome Major Tate over there.

Secondly, my sweet Ginny (I, for one, can call her that, since she's my daughter), listen to Yosemite (I mean, Eccentric) Sam. He's got some good ideas, and it very well might work with the other three stories. You can also PM ES, or check out his website, etc.

You see, I have to talk to my daughter here because sometimes, she tries to hide _things_ from me. I love you, Ginny. See you in a sec.

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Get Ginny to get a hold of me by PM or on this thread. I will be happy to help. And she should really get a DA account if she's into writing therefore she can get feedback from other artists other than myself. If she's seriously looking into writing as a career thats the way to go.

http://www.deviantart.com

Also if you could Ginny fill me in on the rest of the stories in the novel (?) it sounds really quite fascinating...

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I was wondering if you could think of some motives for a woman to kill a young man. Thanks. Also how/why someone would get relieved of the duty of fighting.

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Hmmm...

Miranda wanted more than anything to fight in the Great War yet she couldnt. She was a woman. Women doidnt fight. Women stayed at home to knit cardigan sweaters for their husbands who were off fighting vicious Potifides. Miranda was allergic to cardigan sweaters.

"Anyways, y'd never have the guts to kill a man, M'randa."

Her father was a war hero--lost both his legs. He was a very respected man. Acquired many medals in his days. His days were numbered. His heart was burdened by a life of physical strength and bullet wounds. He did not like the idea of his daughter fighting. He liked her legs.

Miranda was never interested in men. A year ago you would've thought differently. She was engaged to get married to a young handsome man. Private Lionel R. Bickman. That was a year ago. The day of here marriage the wedding was called off by the Private. He was summoned y the Defense to go off to fight.

Private Lionel R. Bickman died in the hands of a Potifide leader May 7th 2087.

Miranda walked under the glow of a streetlight. Her father's words echoed within the caverns of her mind.

"You'd never have the guts to kill a man, M'randa."

She could kill a man. She could prove it to her father.

At eleven o clock at night not many people are out roaming the streets. Miranda knew of a homeless man who lived under an abandoned storefront. He would be there at eleven o clock. No one would miss him.

Miranda made her way to her father's front porch. Limp cold body on her shoulder. She slowly opened the door and dragged the man through her father's foyer. Into the den she crept. The beat of the dead man's head was simultaneous with the heart beat of the woman killer. Miranda approached her father's EZ chair where he slept. She yelled, "Dad, I have present". No answer. Her father's veins had pulsed for the last time just ten minutes before Miranda decided to come home. Miranda was no alone in a house with TWO dead men and the spirit of her dead fiancee lingering in her mind.


As for "dodging" service. Join the ministry!!


That first part is really very rough in terms of how it's written but you egt the drift...hope it's to your liking and use whatever you want...

It's quite interesting.

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Originally posted by Ginny:
It's quite interesting.

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Yes, yes. Again very rough. But, now that i read your existing draft I am sure this does not fit within the plot. I could tweak it though...thanks for letting me do this--even if my suggestions suck-- I am having a good bit of fun with this...and it's good practice for my ASFA (Alabama School of Fine Arts) submission.

Well, you're welcome.

So did Ginny ever get out of her writer's block? What ever happened to Yosemite and Megatron? Are these stories published? I am going mad.

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Originally posted by FragileKidA:
So did Ginny ever get out of her writer's block? What ever happened to Yosemite and Megatron? Are these stories published?

Find out next week on Writer's Block. Only on the WB. 7:00 PM. In Only Three Years.

sounds like a saturday morning cartoon or the canceled woody series from toy story. we might never find out...

and i really liked the story ideas Ginny. its inspired me to work on some of my stories i haven't played with in a while.

Make it a meditation on the loneliness of the individual. The door opens and the silhouette of a man stands there to observe with eyes you'll never see. The man leaves and the door is left ajar. You explore the outside. You run down a long and narrow corridor, either side of which is lined with bodies set in cylinders; each cylinder is cold to the touch. At the end of the corridor there is a large wooden door. You grab the door handle and try to pull it open, but some magnetic force resists your efforts. You yank at the door and nothing happens. You look back the way you came and decide that nothing can make you return. Nothing. You pull again. You give it one final tug. Suddenly the door flies open so fast that the knob punctures a hole in the wall next to it. You examine the new room, but it's not a room. There is only space beyond, the stars far distant hung in perpetual solitude light years away.

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Originally posted by mark f:
First off, Lordy, there's a thread here for "Creative Writing", so go take the Awesome Major Tate over there.

Secondly, my sweet Ginny (I, for one, can call her that, since she's my daughter), listen to Yosemite (I mean, Eccentric) Sam. He's got some good ideas, and it very well might work with the other three stories. You can also PM ES, or check out his website, etc.

You see, I have to talk to my daughter here because sometimes, she tries to hide things from me. I love you, Ginny. See you in a sec.

So cute. Do you guys say smooches after you tuck her in at night?

<3