Damsel

It was going to be about a really cool history teacher and a chill charismatic literature teacher.

With that i wanna take my time to write this amazing story about a king/emperor playing dumb while revolutionising the nation with the help of the scary/strict looking grand duke. The villian is gonna be the big bad getting in the way of the ruler also the love rival for the love interest.

I kinda wanna start by fleshing out the villian first this time, just to now where could things be going. Since im kind of a pantser the characters go their own way in the story but understanding their motive and end goal might help me write it better.

The book is a crime/thriller. And there is a whole chapter of a woman -naked- fishing in the Florida in the middle of nowhere, all alone. And might I add just after she get a cryptic message saying

"Found you"

Also throughout the novel it is implied that it is not safe anywhere thus she carries a gun with her everywhere like even to her job.

I kinda get that the writer is trying to create the uneasy feeling in the reader but like really?

I don't know what you think but I think it is a good example of a man-writes-women. I would not think there are any women out there that would go fishing NAKED immediately after getting a threatening note to her house which she is so secretive about.

[this one is not finished, it is not maybe even the final first chapter for the story]

It wasn’t an ordinary day. But he didn’t know that yet. At that point in time, it all seemed pretty normal to him. He was just about to finish his shift. Just a couple more patients and all the work were done.

            After logging the last patient’s information to the computer, he stretched in his chair. He was sitting in the same position for a while now and all off his limbs felt a bit numb. After the stretch he slowly stood up. While taking of his white coat a silent buzzing from his pocket surprised him. Hanging his coat, he reached to his pocket to see the cause of the noise.

            1 new message – Felix

            Reading the message, he picked up his pace quickly and finished his remaining tasks. The message wasn’t so out of the ordinary for a Friday afternoon like this. It was simply a reminder of the end of the week. He and a couple of his friends met up every Friday, grab a couple of drinks and chat the night away.

            With a soft ‘ding’ noise doors of the lift opened in front of him. He dashed out of the lift to the parking lot where he parked his lovely little Audi. It was quiet it the parking lot, eerily quiet for a Friday afternoon. However odd it was, he just shrugged it and get in his car.

            Inside his beauty -it was somehow the name of the car, only he knew-, he attempted to start the engine, but it was dead. Trying a couple more times he gave up and get out to check if something was wrong. Whilst checking nothing seemed wrong but he couldn’t just start the car somehow. Deciding it was best to leave it and come back later he took out his phone to call a friend to tell them to pick him up on the way.

            Later his friend from the same hospital came to pick him up. His friend was staying back finishing some last-minute errands when he called.

            “What’s up with your car?” asked his friend.

            “I really don’t know what happened, she was just fine in the morning.”

            “Well, you could just call for the car service, leave the keys to the security and we can go on our merry way. You probably wouldn’t be able to use your car tonight anyway since we will be drinking”

            “It is best they fix her when I’m there let’s just leave, I’ll handle it tomorrow morning.”

            They hit the road and onto the traffic jam quickly. The traffic was normally slow at the main road when it was a Friday afternoon, yet that day it appeared much more slower than usual. Driving slowly, they reach to the reason of the traffic jam. Sirens going off was much more of an apparent reason to understand what was going on. There was an accident on the road. Two cars crashed into each other neither of them was in a good state.

            ‘Is there even a person alive in there after the crash’ he wondered. There really wasn’t anything to make one think that it was two cars. One of them was crushed that brutally that even the car frame wasn’t there. About 200 meters away from the crash site, there were two people laying in blood on the road. One was looking like a teenager while the other looked to be much older. Since there were so much blood it was hard to pick out their identities. They drive by slowly the last person laying on the road when his friend asked.

            “What a horrible thing. You think anyone come out alive from that?”

            “It did seem pretty bad. Even if a person was to come out alive, one of us will probably be called back soon.”

I got like a bunch of WIPs and I just don't know what to do with them.

I just can't write them, that's for sure.

I woke up with thousands of different positions before. This one was never like before. I felt something travel in me. It started with my fingers, traveled to my arms, and torso then to my head ending in my toes. I was feeling it. At the same time, I wasn’t. The sleep wasn’t washing away from my eyes, hence my heavy lids refuse to open.

A world where you kinda have to be with someone that completes you and the protagonist is seen as a perfect human being.

And that makes everyone believe they are gonna be alone all their life since you know, they don't need the other half.

But one day they find their other half and the goal is to make the "bad characteristics" a good thing.

Like say the protagonist is a kind person but that leads to lots of bad things in their life. So the other half comes and is rude on their behalf and vice versa.