@urfriendlywriter | req by @everynowandthenihaveacrisis @aidyaiden :)
know your character. from their deepest fears to what they cherish the most. know your deepest fear, ask yourself how you will react and feel at that moment. "oh shit, if this happened to me I'll lose my mind" what's that type of scenario for you? write it. :)
decide on the type of angst you are going for!
major, minor, physical, emotional, paranormal, spiritual, verbal, abusive, quarrel, misunderstanding, etc.
and then, decide on--what reaction you can take out of your character by doing what to them.
are they gonna be, held at a gunpoint to give something up? or have their soul wrecked by whom they thought were close to them? or is it going be horror, or etctec, decide on it.
moving on to actually writing it-
her eyes brimmed with tears
his chest heaved
pain clawed at his heart, as his face twisted with hurt
his scream pierced my heart
her lips quivered
she dug her nails into her palms (to distract herself, to stop it from shaking, etc)
show what is happening to ur MC, instead of telling it.
If they're panicking, make them notice too many things at once, show every detail that they're seeing, feeling, from touch, to that burning sensation on their eyes, the blood on the ground, that dryness of their throat, the buzzing in their head and their parted lips unable to trust their own sight, and--and, boom! have them register that they're really really in trouble. and that they've to act fast.
use short, very minimal type of writing for this. make it long, but not long enough that it feels like it's being dragged.
the readers should hold themselves back from skimming the page out of curiousity, they should be in their toes to find out what happens next.
what does your MC do in times of panic? do they chant calm down to themselves, do they get angry, or start crying.. or?? what makes your character genuinely feel an emotion so hard that they'll burst?
there's always something, someone that'll always give them love and easily can be that something or someone to take it away. yk.
what is close to your character that u can deprive them of? will it make them cry? beg for it?
what will make ur character cry so hard, that their scream fills everyone's ear, stays in their minds like ghosts and always haunts them?
make a character who never cries, burst out with tears.
while writing crying, focus on the 5 senses, one after the other.
focus it on their breath, make them run out of breath, gasp for air, feel like they're being choked, cry so scrutinizingly. it shud punch the reader's gut.
have them replay what had just happened over and over again in their head
3rd book in the AGGTM series (yk it hit hard like a truck. it got me depressed in bed the entire time lmao)
Five Survive by Holly Jackson. The moments of red outside of the truck, and moments leading to it.
there's this book called " Warm by @untalentedwriter127 " in wattpad. the author served angst for breakfast, lunch anddd dinner.
and if there's more angsty ones, drop em in the comments! :)
Hope this helps, tag me when yall write a masterpiece! ;)
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âBe careful. Donât hit it again.â Chu Wanningâs voice was deep, like porcelain submerged in a creek, steady and dignified. It would have been a striking voice to listen to, if one werenât listening to it through a shroud of hatred.âÂ
i don't get why people think rocks are useless. in fact, sometimes i feel more useless than a rock lying on the side of the road. that rock could have come from a garden of flourishing flowers for the aesthetic appeal, or maybe it contributed to the soil formation of the ground. i'm not as important as a rock; i'm just a completely average person. i understand this fact because it's been long since i've come to terms with this. but being surrounded by extraordinary people who are as bright as diamonds merely makes me feel like a fake and just as useless as how people view rocks. sometimes i feel that it would have been much better if i was a rock that was constantly kicked, run over, or thrown into the distance instead of living as someone just average and completely useless.
We will occasionally hear information about Malleusâ sole blood relative, his grandmother.
We learn she has impressed upon him that barging in somewhere uninvited is the height of rudeness, taught him that humans often fear them, told him tales of the Scalding Sands (âBut we havenât heard much about the country since things became peaceful hereâ), and more.
Malleus mentions receiving cufflinks, cards and rose seeds for his birthday, saying that he cannot help but admire her thoughtfulness.
Malleus says that Lilia and his grandmother are the only people who ruffle his hair in a certain way.
He says âhaving siblings seems rather complicatedâ after discussing their families with Trey and Cater, but follows with, âone should treat their family with respect.â
Malleus also says his childhood was so long ago that he can barely remember any of it now.
In an extremely rare reference to his parents, Malleus wonders if they, his grandmother and Lilia toiled in the hopes of giving their descendants a happy, peaceful life.
Sebek says that while his grandfather has shared many tales of heroics about the Draconia family and Lilia, they never spoke much about Malleusâ mother Maleanor, or about how Malleusâ parents died:
âI've read many books to gain a greater understanding of Briar Valley and our rulerâŚbut hardly any of them touched upon such topics.â
In Book 7 we learn that Maleanor was the princess of the Land of Briar 400 years ago (before it became Briar Valley).
Maleanor was his grandmother, Maleficiaâs, only child and a key figure in the countryâs defense, as commander of the royal guard.
Lilia describes Maleanor as so powerful that the rest of them combined would not stand a chance against her:
âShe's also unruly, quick to start fights, selfish, and irascible...not to mention incredibly spiteful. Lady Maleanor is Briarland's most menacing figure.â
Lilia says she'd complain about food, refusing to eat jerky when they were children until Raverne stewed it for her:
âAnd of course she fawned over Raverne all the while, making passive-aggressive remarks like, âYou're the only one I can depend on.â ...maybe that's where the difference between him and me lies. And here I was the one to actually bring the food.â
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