Storytelling Flaws By (The Villainous) Edward Stone

 

A well-dressed gentleman walks into the room and tips his hat Top of the mornin’ to you. I’m Edward. Edward Stone.

Gabrielle: shoves Edward out of the way I do the introductions around here, ok? They’ll get confused if you do it.

Edward: glares You could always change it up a little.

Gabrielle: ignores him Hi friends!

Edward: mutters something about a lame introduction

Gabrielle: Be quiet, Edward. turns to readers As I hinted in my last post, I’m implementing a few changes. I’ve invited one of my villains––

Edward: cough Lord Executive Master and High Ruler of the One Hundred sectors, thirty-two divisions, and two realms. cough

Gabrielle: …to help me out with a few things. I want to share what I know about storytelling with you guys. However, I’ve got my hands full with Rook, and Edward has volunteered to take some weight off my back. Gabrielle shoots a concerned glance at the grinning Edward I’m slighting concerned he’s only doing this so he can take over my blog (he’s slightly obsessed with taking over things. I think he has control issues), but this will be fun. Once or twice a month, he’ll take the reins and––

Edward: steps in front of Gabrielle Ahem, My turn. You said I could announce my own series.

Gabrielle: Fine. But make sure you give them enough information.

Edward: waves Gabrielle away Now that that’s over with, let me give you a proper introduction. In all honesty, I’m a crook, not a professor. But any villain’s got to know how to weave a good tale, tug on the emotions, that sort of thing. I know a fair bit about storytelling.

Enough to know there are a lot of bad stories out there. I can’t help but groan when a good story is ruined by a glaring flaw.

Since I don’t want you all to fail miserably and create stories I can’t enjoy, I’m starting a––what does she call it––a blog series. I’ll be exposing a storytelling flaw in each post, covering subjects like character development, story structure, prose, and the like, so you can avoid them.

Is that clear? Good. disappears in an epic cape swoosh, mysterious fog swirling

Gabrielle: stares at where he disappeared

I hope that wasn’t a massive mistake. I’ll see you all next week with my Somethings, then it’s Edwards turn.

We’ll see how this goes.

Sincerely,

-Gabrielle R. Pollack (and Edward Stone)

 

My 11 Somethings for February

Hey friends!

Sorry ‘bout not showing up last week. I got a job, and, well…more on that later.
Anyhow, here’s how last month panned out.

Something Fun (and Slightly Painful)

Do you like sleeping on concrete? Cause I do.

Sort of. For a good reason.

Apparently, I’m a missable person because last month my sister invited me to spend the night at Cedarville with her and her roomie (who’s also my crazy friend).

It didn’t occur to me that college students don’t have room to store extra bedding for guests, so I ended up sleeping on about an inch of blankets and however many feet of concrete sits under the dorms. Read more

Olympics, Snowboarding, and Sprained Wrists: Part Two (A Samiversary Story)

Hey friends!

I hope the last part of Olympics, Snowboarding, and Sprained Wrists: Part Two amuses you. *sophisticatedly tips her sophisticated top hat in a sophisticated way*


Pain pulsed beneath my skin. Ouch.

I blinked. The snow froze my back. It was hard, like a concrete floor. Bright blue sky burned my eyes.

I’m not dead.

My wrist and shoulder throbbed. My board had ripped away from my boots and was probably halfway down the hill.

At least I get to walk down. I lifted my head, then dropped it back down. Just five more minutes…

A rush of snow pattered the ground behind me. “Are you ok?”

A voice. A girl’s voice.

The girl from the top of the hill. Miss Confident. Read more

Olympics, Snowboarding, and Sprained Wrists: Part One (A Samiversary Story)

Today marks a momentous occasion.

Actually, tomorrow is the momentous occasion. But I’m celebrating it today since it’s Friday and I post on Fridays and all that.

A year ago tomorrow, I posted my first Sam story. Can you believe it? I’ve been pestering you guys with my little, awkward drama king for almost a year.

To commemorate this occasion, here is another Sam adventure. Behold! Olympics, Snowboarding, and Sprained Wrists: Part One (Samiversary Story):


The car zipped down the highway at speeds Timber probably shouldn’t be reaching.

“Mom’s gonna freak! She’ll blame me and––”

I flinched, pulling the phone away from my ear. Timber glanced over, and I shrugged.

“Samantha, I’m fine. I promise,” I said.

“Timber said you were kidnapped and broke your leg or something! I mean, I’m used to the occasional concussion, but kidnapping!? I shouldn’t have let you go. I knew––”

‘’My legs are perfectly f––” The car hit a pothole, and I nearly dropped the phone. “Fine.” I hid my taped wrist behind my back.

“What happened?”

I blew out my cheeks. “I’ll tell you if you promise to calm down, ok?”

“I am calm. I am perfectly calm.” Samantha exhaled, sending a burst of static into my ear.

“You ready?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“I wiped out. On a snowboard.” Read more