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Steph L
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Plot ideas for my soon-to-be-novel?
Well, I have started writing a novel. I'm almost done the prologue. Anyways, I have some ideas for the plot, but I'd like to know what you guys would want to read about. Please don't tell me I should think of my own ideas because I already have. I'd just like to mix it up a bit. Also, what would be a good title? Oh and, I'd like it to be a romance novel (maybe fantasy too). Thanks!
This is the prologue...
"We're moving," my mom announced with a serious look on her face. She could've dropped a bombshell, like "You're adopted" or "We're really vampires" and I couldn't have felt any worse than I did just then. This was the first time that I heard these words. Not knowing the exact meaning of “moving”, I stared at her blankly. But as each letter clicked in to my head, I suddenly began to understand. This meant that my friends would no longer be friends but more like distant acquaintances, my school would no longer be called Rose Fields High, and my favorite teacher’s name wouldn’t be Mr. Vandenberg. Everyone was silent for a moment, and all I could hear was the ticking of our wooden clock, and the crackling of the fireplace. I heard my older brother start arguing viciously with my parents. A vase shattered to the ground, and bits of glass went flying everywhere.
“Josh, to your room NOW” my dad yelled sternly.
“You’re ruining my life!” my brother yelled back, and ran angrily up the stairs.
My brother was easily one of the most popular kids at school, with his golden blonde hair, blue eyes, and big muscles. But he always seemed to be fighting with my parents. I don’t remember a day without them arguing over his grades, or how his clothes was inappropriate, or even how he shouldn’t eat in the living room. I, on the other hand, was a goody-too shoe (or so everyone told me, and even though I didn’t want to admit it, I knew it was true), picked my friends wisely, had boring straight chestnut-brown hair, a plain face, and dark green eyes. My brother and I were complete opposites. I didn't even think we were from the same parents.
Still sitting on the sofa, I realized that I had misinterpreted these words. My life would never be the same.
“Emma?” I heard my mom say, in a calming voice.
“City? State? Far?” I stuttered, thinking of every possible place we could be moving to.
“Sweetie, we’re moving to Los Angeles.”
I sat silently, my face pale as a ghost’s. No, no, no, no. 1000 miles was too much. What would we be doing in an enormous city like that? We’d get lost, kidnapped, robbed! Every possible horrifying thought came to my mind. As I started realizing what this meant, I got up to my feet.
“You can’t do this!” I screamed, anger boiling up inside of me.
But unfortunately my parents’ minds were made up. And you see, when my parents made up their minds, there was no turning back. They were also those kinds of parents that have sadistic tendencies, like, embarrassing their kids in front of their friends, bringing clowns to their birthday parties, and flirting with their teachers.
Well, I have started writing a novel. I'm almost done the prologue. Anyways, I have some ideas for the plot, but I'd like to know what you guys would want to read about. Please don't tell me I should think of my own ideas because I already have. I'd just like to mix it up a bit. Also, what would be a good title? Oh and, I'd like it to be a romance novel (maybe fantasy too). Thanks!
This is the prologue..."We're moving," my mom announced with a serious look on her face. She could've dropped a bombshell, like "You're adopted" or "We're really vampires" and I couldn't have felt any worse than I did just then. This was the first time that I heard these words. Not knowing the exact meaning of “moving”, I stared at her blankly. But as each letter clicked in to my head, I suddenly began to understand. This meant that my friends would no longer be friends but more like distant acquaintances, my school would no longer be called Rose Fields High, and my favorite teacher’s name wouldn’t be Mr. Vandenberg. Everyone was silent for a moment, and all I could hear was the ticking of our wooden clock, and the crackling of the fireplace. I heard my older brother start arguing viciously with my parents. A vase shattered to the ground, and bits of glass went flying everywhere.
“Josh, to your room NOW” my dad yelled sternly.
“You’re ruining my life!” my brother yelled back, and ran angrily up the stairs.
My brother was easily one of the most popular kids at school, with his golden blonde hair, blue eyes, and big muscles. But he always seemed to be fighting with my parents. I don’t remember a day without them arguing over his grades, or how his clothes was inappropriate, or even how he shouldn’t eat in the living room. I, on the other hand, was a goody-too shoe (or so everyone told me, and even though I didn’t want to admit it, I knew it was true), picked my friends wisely, had boring straight chestnut-brown hair, a plain face, and dark green eyes. My brother and I were complete opposites. I didn't even think we were from the same parents.
Still sitting on the sofa, I realized that I had misinterpreted these words. My life would never be the same.
“Emma?” I heard my mom say, in a calming voice.
“City? State? Far?” I stuttered, thinking of every possible place we could be moving to.
“Sweetie, we’re moving to Los Angeles.”
I sat silently, my face pale as a ghost’s. No, no, no, no. 1000 miles was too much. What would we be doing in an enormous city like that? We’d get lost, kidnapped, robbed! Every possible horrifying thought came to my mind. As I started realizing what this meant, I got up to my feet.
“You can’t do this!” I screamed, anger boiling up inside of me.
But unfortunately my parents’ minds were made up. And you see, when my parents made up their minds, there was no turning back. They were also those kinds of parents that have sadistic tendencies, like, embarrassing their kids in front of their friends, bringing clowns to their birthday parties, and flirting with their teachers.