hopewrites
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I started a story the other day and felt that my narrative voice came across to young sounding. I like the characters and am working on thinking up something for them to do. But the 'age' of my narrative voice following one would limit where I could take the story.
So I went back to the opening and wrote it following the other character. And while I fell the narrative voice was closer to the age I want it, it was also colder and not as engaging.
SO
here they both are, let me know which one you like better. Its just an opening to introduce the characters. also please let me know when it becomes clear to you what they are.
thanks!
Sha waited in the darkness. She hated waiting, but Rhy would be so cross if she didn’t. Her black tail tip twitched back and forth ticking off how much longer it would be till he returned.
Foot steps.
She crouched lower, using the shadows and her dappled fur to conceal her position, closing her eyes as much as she dared to keep their reflective light from giving her away. There shouldn’t be footsteps here, it was too late at night. What was that human doing? What if it found her? What if Rhy had given her away? No! He would never. He was more than her littermate; he was her best friend, her protector, her confidant. No. What ever happened, Rhy would always be there to get her out of scrapes.
The footsteps fade into the distance.
So what was taking him so long? Maybe he found a library and stopped to read it. Selfish bookworm! No. Rhy wasn’t the selfish one. If he stopped at a library and got distracted it wasn’t out of selfishness or neglect. He was addicted to learning, and she couldn’t fault him for that.
Sha herself was found of learning. She just preferred to do it with her paws, and whiskers, and nose, and eyes, rather than try and make sense of a jumble of symbols sitting boringly on a page.
Thinking of this she pulled her notebook out of the satchel on her back and began leafing through her notes.
A familiar voice floated out of the darkness. “I thought I told you to keep still.”
or
Rhy sat on the roof, watching his sister fidget while she waited for him, and let out a weary sigh. She was too curious for her own good, but she had a big heart and he never could stay mad at her for long.
A man approached from the south.
He didnt appear to be looking for anything, just some weary human trudging home.
When he was about a block away Sha crouched low and managed to stop her tail from nervously twitching.
Rhy smiled. So, she was finally learning caution? Time to go down then and take her to the hiding place he'd found.
He waited till the man was out of sight, then softly bounded down the sides of the buildings to land on silent paws behind Sha. She had an enthusiastic habit of tackling him to the ground when she saw him, and he didnt trust her not to break cover.
"I thought I told you to keep still."
So I went back to the opening and wrote it following the other character. And while I fell the narrative voice was closer to the age I want it, it was also colder and not as engaging.
SO
here they both are, let me know which one you like better. Its just an opening to introduce the characters. also please let me know when it becomes clear to you what they are.
thanks!
Sha waited in the darkness. She hated waiting, but Rhy would be so cross if she didn’t. Her black tail tip twitched back and forth ticking off how much longer it would be till he returned.
Foot steps.
She crouched lower, using the shadows and her dappled fur to conceal her position, closing her eyes as much as she dared to keep their reflective light from giving her away. There shouldn’t be footsteps here, it was too late at night. What was that human doing? What if it found her? What if Rhy had given her away? No! He would never. He was more than her littermate; he was her best friend, her protector, her confidant. No. What ever happened, Rhy would always be there to get her out of scrapes.
The footsteps fade into the distance.
So what was taking him so long? Maybe he found a library and stopped to read it. Selfish bookworm! No. Rhy wasn’t the selfish one. If he stopped at a library and got distracted it wasn’t out of selfishness or neglect. He was addicted to learning, and she couldn’t fault him for that.
Sha herself was found of learning. She just preferred to do it with her paws, and whiskers, and nose, and eyes, rather than try and make sense of a jumble of symbols sitting boringly on a page.
Thinking of this she pulled her notebook out of the satchel on her back and began leafing through her notes.
A familiar voice floated out of the darkness. “I thought I told you to keep still.”
or
Rhy sat on the roof, watching his sister fidget while she waited for him, and let out a weary sigh. She was too curious for her own good, but she had a big heart and he never could stay mad at her for long.
A man approached from the south.
He didnt appear to be looking for anything, just some weary human trudging home.
When he was about a block away Sha crouched low and managed to stop her tail from nervously twitching.
Rhy smiled. So, she was finally learning caution? Time to go down then and take her to the hiding place he'd found.
He waited till the man was out of sight, then softly bounded down the sides of the buildings to land on silent paws behind Sha. She had an enthusiastic habit of tackling him to the ground when she saw him, and he didnt trust her not to break cover.
"I thought I told you to keep still."