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Sunday, April 30, 2017

Writing Ideas - New Novel, part x114, Creative Elements in Scenes, Plot Devices, Valuable item


30 April 2017, Writing Ideas - New Novel, part x114, Creative Elements in Scenes, Plot Devices, Valuable item

Announcement: Delay, my new novels can be seen on the internet, but the publisher has delayed all their fiction output due to the economy.  I'll keep you informed.  More information can be found at www.ancientlight.com.  Check out my novels--I think you'll really enjoy them.

Introduction: I wrote the novel Aksinya: Enchantment and the Daemon. This was my 21st novel and through this blog, I gave you the entire novel in installments that included commentary on the writing. In the commentary, in addition to other general information on writing, I explained, how the novel was constructed, the metaphors and symbols in it, the writing techniques and tricks I used, and the way I built the scenes. You can look back through this blog and read the entire novel beginning with http://www.pilotlion.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-novel-part-3-girl-and-demon.html.

I'm using this novel as an example of how I produce, market, and eventually (we hope) get a novel published. I'll keep you informed along the way.

Today's Blog: To see the steps in the publication process, visit my writing website http://www.ldalford.com/ and select "production schedule," you will be sent to http://www.sisteroflight.com/.

The four plus one basic rules I employ when writing:

1. Don't confuse your readers.

2. Entertain your readers.

3. Ground your readers in the writing.

4. Don't show (or tell) everything.

     4a. Show what can be seen, heard, felt, smelled, and tasted on the stage of the novel.

5. Immerse yourself in the world of your writing.

All novels have five discrete parts:

1.  The initial scene (the beginning)

2.  The rising action

3.  The climax

4.  The falling action

5.  The dénouement

I finished writing my 27th novel, working title, Claire, potential title Sorcha: Enchantment and the Curse.  This might need some tweaking.  The theme statement is: Claire (Sorcha) Davis accepts Shiggy, a dangerous screw-up, into her Stela branch of the organization and rehabilitates her.  

Here is the cover proposal for Sorcha: Enchantment and the Curse

Cover Proposal

The most important scene in any novel is the initial scene, but eventually, you have to move to the rising action. I started writing my 28th novel, working title Red Sonja.  I’m also working on my 29th novel, working title School.

I'm an advocate of using the/a scene input/output method to drive the rising action--in fact, to write any novel. 

Scene development:

1.  Scene input (easy)

2.  Scene output (a little harder)

3.  Scene setting (basic stuff)

4.  Creativity (creative elements of the scene: transition from input to output focused on the telic flaw resolution)

5.  Tension (development of creative elements to build excitement)

6.  Release (climax of creative elements)

 

How to begin a novel.  Number one thought, we need an entertaining idea.  I usually encapsulate such an idea with a theme statement.  Since I’m writing a new novel, we need a new theme statement.  Here is an initial cut.

 

For novel 28:  Red Sonja, a Soviet spy, infiltrates the X-plane programs at Edwards AFB as a test pilot’s administrative clerk, learns about freedom, and is redeemed.

 

For novel 29:  Sorcha, the abandoned child of an Unseelie and a human, secretly attends Wycombe Abbey girls’ school where she meets the problem child Deirdre and is redeemed.

 

These are the steps I use to write a novel:

 

1.      Design the initial scene

2.      Develop a theme statement (initial setting, protagonist, protagonist’s helper or antagonist, action statement)

a.       Research as required

b.      Develop the initial setting

c.       Develop the characters

d.      Identify the telic flaw (internal and external)

3.      Write the initial scene (identify the output: implied setting, implied characters, implied action movement)

4.      Write the next scene(s) to the climax (rising action)

5.      Write the climax scene

6.      Write the falling action scene(s)

7.      Write the dénouement scene

 

Here is the beginning of the scene development method from the outline:

 

1.      Scene input (comes from the previous scene output or is an initial scene)

2.      Write the scene setting (place, time, stuff, and characters)

3.      Imagine the output, creative elements, plot, telic flaw resolution (climax) and develop the tension and release.

4.      Write the scene using the output and creative elements to build the tension.

5.      Write the release

6.      Write the kicker

 

Below is a list of plot devices.  I’m less interested in a plot device than I am in a creative element that drives a plot device.  In fact, some of these plot devices are not good for anyone’s writing.  If we remember, the purpose of fiction writing is entertainment, we will perhaps begin to see how we can use these plot devices to entertain.  If we focus on creative elements that drive plot devices, we can begin to see how to make our writing truly entertaining.  I’ll leave up the list and we’ll contemplate creative elements to produce these plot devices. 

 



Deus ex machina (a machination, or act of god; lit. “god out of the machine”)


Flashback (or analeptic reference)















Story within a story (Hypodiegesis)




Third attempt

Secrets

Judicial Setting

Legal argument

Prophecy

Two way love

Three way love (love rival)

Rival

Celebrity (Rise to fame)

Rise to riches

Military (Device or Organization manipulation)

School (Training) (Skill Development)

Supernatural

Comeback

Retrieval

Taboo

Impossible Crime

Human god

Revolution

Games

Silent witness

Secret king

Messiah

Hidden skills

Fantasy Land (Time Travel, Space Travel)

End of the --- (World, Culture, Society)

Resistance (Nonresistance)

Utopia (anti-utopia)

Fashion

Augmented Human (Robot) (Society)

Mind Switching (Soul Switching)

Unreliable character

Incarceration (imprisonment)

Valuable item Current discussion.

Identification

Contest

Search

War

Brotherhood (sisterhood) (camaraderie)

Crime

Theater

One way love

Valuable item:  here is my definition – Valuable item is the use of something of worth to further a plot.    

This is not a MacGuffin.  A MacGuffin is not necessarily real or of real value.  This plot device is an object, person, or idea of real value.  The Holy Grail is an object of real value.  A snipe is not.  The use of a something or someone of value as a plot device is very common.  As the comparison with the MacGuffin notes, this plot device has become more popular in the modern era and has become, in many cases, a MacGuffin. 

 

Novels that used the valuable item plot device are many.  Treasure Island has a pirate’s treasure.  The Black Arrow has a lady.  Kidnapped has an heir and an estate.  The Little Princess uses a doll and a fantasy creation.  Many other novels use a valuable item as a plot device, but the novel isn’t focused around the item or person. 

 

I use the valuable item plot device often in my writing.  I also use valuable people in various ways.  Most of my writing isn’t focused around the valuable thing or person, but that’s why it is a plot device.  It provides a creative element and entertainment in the novel.  Here is directly how the interjection of a valuable item or person provides a creative element just through its introduction.         

 

Here is an example from my novel Sister of Darkness.                   

 

        Lumière stood just inside the door.  She bent her face in her hands and sobbed silently.  Shudders racked her thin body.  Leora stood by her side.  Then she put her arms around Lumière.  The girl stepped back and turned her face.

        “What’s wrong, Lumière?”

        Lumière’s mouth moved, but she didn’t say anything.

        “What’s wrong?  Why won’t you speak?” Leora tried to take her in her arms.

        Lumière stepped back.

        “Please, Lumière, tell me what you are thinking.”

        Major Lyon’s ears perked up.

        Leora grasped Lumière’s arms and pulled her closer.  Lumie’re resisted, “Please, no, Mama.”

        “But why?”

        Lumière put her face in her elbow, “Because, Mama, I did this to Papa.  I did it.”

        Leora pulled Lumière into her arms, “How could you do this, my love?”

        Lumière buried her head in her mother’s breast.  There was a sudden blaze of light and Lumière fell back.  Her eyes opened wide, the tears blasted out of them.  “Mama?” fear overtook any other emotion.

        Major Lyons stepped forward, “What’s going on?”

        “Stand back, Lyons.  This is my field, and if you value your life, you will keep clear.”  Leora turned back to Lumière, “What did you do?”

        “Mama, please,” Lumière held out her arms.  Then she placed them at her side, “I cannot make the sign anymore.  I cannot call in the light.”

        Leora gingerly took Lumière’s arm and pulled her closer, but not too close, “What did you do?”

        “I tried to help, Papa.  I saw him.  He and his men.  They were surrounded by Leila’s servants.  They were trying to capture him.  I thought they were going to kill him.  So I did it.”

        “What did you do? Leora shook Lumière’s thin arms.

        Slowly, ashamed, Lumière removed the small stained book bag from her back.  She opened it and pulled out a wrapped rectangular block.  With the block in one hand, she pulled away the cloth covering to reveal a small black metal tablet.

        Leora stared and threw out her hands as if to ward the thing off, “The Osiris Offering Formula!”

        Lyons took a step closer, “That’s the thing Paul found.  That is what we were looking for all that time.”

        “This is the thing my sister wants.”  Leora’s mouth was dry, “Lumière how did you get this, and what did you do with it?”

        “It called me.  From my dreams I heard its call, and I found it on the top of the chimney.  When I first touched it I knew it was powerful.”  Lumière’s words went on as though she held them ready for a confession for a long time, “I could sense the power in it, and in my dreams I could use it.”

        “That was my sister speaking to you.”

        Lumière shook her head, “When I held it in my hand I could hear exactly how to use it.  I saw across the world.  I saw their souls, the thing you call the ka.”

        “How long…how long have you had it?”

        “Just before the dreams began, and not very long before the Major came to take us away from our house.  It worked even better in Britain than at Hyères.  It loves the dark and darkness as much as you love the light.  With it, I saw Father’s ka, and I knew he needed my help.  He would have died,” the tears ripped through her voice.

        “What did you do?”

        “I was so afraid.  I touched the tablet and sealed their kas.  Then I touched it again and made Leila’s servants’ kas depart.  Mama, what did I do?” Lumière held her head in her hands.

        Leora grabbed Lumière’s arms, “Why didn’t you unseal their kas again?”

        “I’m sorry, Mother.  I didn’t know how.  I couldn’t find them.  What should I do?” She sounded more like a lost child than a young woman almost fifteen.

        “First, put the tablet down.”

        Lumie’re placed the black thing on the floor.  She could almost not take her fingers off of it.  She caressed it gently.

        “Lumière!  Leave the thing and come to me.”

        The girl regretfully let her fingers trail off of the block, and she took a step toward her mother.  Leora caught her in her arms and held her.  She could feel the Ra pendent warm against her breast, but it didn’t force Lumière away again.

        Lumière’s voice was still full of tears, and she could not take her eyes off the black tablet.

        Leora glanced up, “Major Lyons back away from the tablet.”

        The Major put up his hands and stepped back.

        “Lumière, I want you to do something very difficult.  You must listen to me and not to anyone else.  Not anyone here or any thought in your mind.  I will hold on to you, and I will tell you exactly what to do.”

This fun novel is supposed to be published soon.  We hope sooner than later.  In any case, the Osiris Offering Formula is an item of value and power.  This item causes Lumière to be kidnapped.  It causes her parents to go into Germany to search for her, and other reasons.  In any case, this very valuable and powerful item provides a plot device for this novel.

 

Also from Sister of Darkness here is an example of another valuable item plot device.  The focus of the novel isn’t necessarily these items although they do provide much of the reasons from the character’s actions.  In any case, the items are valuable because they are powerful.  They provide a plot device because they are creative elements that are used to further the plot.    

 

        After Mr. Fletcher departed, Leora retreated to her boudoir and opened the double-sealed envelope.  The paper was a strange parchment with a wax seal, but the writing was modern.

Buckingham Palace

London, England

 

6 July 1941

 

Dear Madam

 

      Making your acquaintance at my Foreign Service Ball was a distinct pleasure.  My advisors informed me you would need certain items you left for safe keeping at the British Museum.  They are yours again.  The package attached to this letter contains them.  If it is at all possible, when you are finished with them, please feel free to place them in the care of the museum again.  I am grateful for your aid in these troubled times, and remain your servant and beneficiary.  

 

                                                                                                                                                      Sincerely,

                                                                                                                                                                King George

The royal seal and titles filled the rest of the length of the parchment. 

        When Mr. Fletcher returned, he carried a steel box and a key.  Fletcher reluctantly handed Leora the box and the key, and it was all she could do to get him out of her suite.  He obviously wanted to see what was in the box.  As Leora shooed him out of the door, he called, “Perhaps I should give you a guard for the items?”

        “Perhaps you should, Mr. Fletcher.  Now, would you leave me alone so I can be about the King’s business?”

        That declaration made the large man’s feet move just a little faster.

        In her own room, Leora could barely make her hands stop trembling and open the box.  She thought much on this.  With these items, she could possibly reach Paul.  With them, she might see more of the future.  She might be able to discover what was bothering Lumière.

        Carefully, gently, she opened the box and removed the meticulous packing.  Leora pulled aside the last protective bit of paper.  There in the bottom, an anachronism of ancientness swathed in a modern wrapping laid a scepter and a tablet of beaten gold.  The scepter was made of a white metal unblemished by the ages.  At its top sat a large crystal in a plain setting.  The tablet was small, only about ten by fifteen centimeters and a centimeter thick.  On its surface, hieroglyphics rose like the images of the sun and a figure.  The figure was clearly an image of Leora. 

        Leora smiled—already her ka was reaching out.  She took hold of the tablet, it fell into her hand as though it were made for no other.  She grasped the scepter.  The invisible ridges on its handle fitted her hand exactly.  She lifted them up.  She reached out and out and out.  Then she touched the tablet with the scepter.  A bright light flowed through the room.  A sound like a low gong reverberated across the chamber.  She reached out and sought for Paul, sought to know what actions she should take, sought to know what troubled her daughter… and failed.  Paul was not there, the future was closed to her, and so was Lumière, all Leora could see was darkness.  A darkness like the closed inside of a small space.  Her seeking was fruitless.  Her search was in vain.  If the children noted her red eyes that evening, they made no comment.  Lady Jacqueline certainly did.  Following supper, she invited Leora alone to her room for coffee.

        Behind closed doors, Jacqueline began in French, “Leora, you were distressed this evening.  You barely touched your supper, and you would not smile while the children shared their small adventures.   Marie was trying so hard to get Mary to pronounce her French correctly, and I think she will eventually succeed.”

        Leora splashed a fake smile across her face and took a deep breath, but she could not look Jacqueline in the eyes, “I am sorry.  I was not a good guest tonight.”

        “I hear the tears in your voice.  What has put you in such a state?  Was it the package Fletcher delivered today?”

        “Jacqueline, tears fill me everyday because Paul is missing, and I cannot gain the information the King sent me here to determine.”

        “What can I do to help?”

        “You have already.  You are a good and kind friend.  That is the most important help I need right now.”

        “This is all so mysterious.  Is it dangerous?”

        “Not right now.  I should not have said anything.  I spoke too candidly, perhaps.”

        Jacqueline smiled, “I hope you are in better spirits by the end of the week.  King Farouk is giving one of his high dinners to impress us with his civility.  At the same time, he will be trying to wheedle every ounce of information he can from us and our staff.  He is a kleptomaniac, you know.  You must not take anything with you—anything you do not care to lose.  When you dance with him, watch your pearls and guard your diamonds—better yet, don’t wear anything real.”

        “Should I be concerned about his unwanted attentions?”

        “Not any more than you usually would.  Queen Farida keeps the eye of a hawk on him, so while she is around, you have little to fear.  Still, you must be in a more amused frame, or I will be at risk of losing my social position.”

        Leora grinned, “I will do my best to cheer up.”  Leora stood and kissed Jacqueline’s cheek, “You are kind to me and my family.  I will not appear at a crown event with a frown.”

The valuable items are truly valuable.  They would be valuable and important as archeological items, but they are also items of power in their own right.  The motif and style of this novel makes the use of a valuable item plot device (actually more than one) very easy.    

 

More tomorrow.


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Saturday, April 29, 2017

Writing Ideas - New Novel, part x113, Creative Elements in Scenes, Plot Devices, Incarceration (imprisonment)


29 April 2017, Writing Ideas - New Novel, part x113, Creative Elements in Scenes, Plot Devices, Incarceration (imprisonment)

Announcement: Delay, my new novels can be seen on the internet, but the publisher has delayed all their fiction output due to the economy.  I'll keep you informed.  More information can be found at www.ancientlight.com.  Check out my novels--I think you'll really enjoy them.

Introduction: I wrote the novel Aksinya: Enchantment and the Daemon. This was my 21st novel and through this blog, I gave you the entire novel in installments that included commentary on the writing. In the commentary, in addition to other general information on writing, I explained, how the novel was constructed, the metaphors and symbols in it, the writing techniques and tricks I used, and the way I built the scenes. You can look back through this blog and read the entire novel beginning with http://www.pilotlion.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-novel-part-3-girl-and-demon.html.

I'm using this novel as an example of how I produce, market, and eventually (we hope) get a novel published. I'll keep you informed along the way.

Today's Blog: To see the steps in the publication process, visit my writing website http://www.ldalford.com/ and select "production schedule," you will be sent to http://www.sisteroflight.com/.

The four plus one basic rules I employ when writing:

1. Don't confuse your readers.

2. Entertain your readers.

3. Ground your readers in the writing.

4. Don't show (or tell) everything.

     4a. Show what can be seen, heard, felt, smelled, and tasted on the stage of the novel.

5. Immerse yourself in the world of your writing.

All novels have five discrete parts:

1.  The initial scene (the beginning)

2.  The rising action

3.  The climax

4.  The falling action

5.  The dénouement

I finished writing my 27th novel, working title, Claire, potential title Sorcha: Enchantment and the Curse.  This might need some tweaking.  The theme statement is: Claire (Sorcha) Davis accepts Shiggy, a dangerous screw-up, into her Stela branch of the organization and rehabilitates her.  

Here is the cover proposal for Sorcha: Enchantment and the Curse

Cover Proposal

The most important scene in any novel is the initial scene, but eventually, you have to move to the rising action. I started writing my 28th novel, working title Red Sonja.  I’m also working on my 29th novel, working title School.

I'm an advocate of using the/a scene input/output method to drive the rising action--in fact, to write any novel. 

Scene development:

1.  Scene input (easy)

2.  Scene output (a little harder)

3.  Scene setting (basic stuff)

4.  Creativity (creative elements of the scene: transition from input to output focused on the telic flaw resolution)

5.  Tension (development of creative elements to build excitement)

6.  Release (climax of creative elements)

 

How to begin a novel.  Number one thought, we need an entertaining idea.  I usually encapsulate such an idea with a theme statement.  Since I’m writing a new novel, we need a new theme statement.  Here is an initial cut.

 

For novel 28:  Red Sonja, a Soviet spy, infiltrates the X-plane programs at Edwards AFB as a test pilot’s administrative clerk, learns about freedom, and is redeemed.

 

For novel 29:  Sorcha, the abandoned child of an Unseelie and a human, secretly attends Wycombe Abbey girls’ school where she meets the problem child Deirdre and is redeemed.

 

These are the steps I use to write a novel:

 

1.      Design the initial scene

2.      Develop a theme statement (initial setting, protagonist, protagonist’s helper or antagonist, action statement)

a.       Research as required

b.      Develop the initial setting

c.       Develop the characters

d.      Identify the telic flaw (internal and external)

3.      Write the initial scene (identify the output: implied setting, implied characters, implied action movement)

4.      Write the next scene(s) to the climax (rising action)

5.      Write the climax scene

6.      Write the falling action scene(s)

7.      Write the dénouement scene

 

Here is the beginning of the scene development method from the outline:

 

1.      Scene input (comes from the previous scene output or is an initial scene)

2.      Write the scene setting (place, time, stuff, and characters)

3.      Imagine the output, creative elements, plot, telic flaw resolution (climax) and develop the tension and release.

4.      Write the scene using the output and creative elements to build the tension.

5.      Write the release

6.      Write the kicker

 

Below is a list of plot devices.  I’m less interested in a plot device than I am in a creative element that drives a plot device.  In fact, some of these plot devices are not good for anyone’s writing.  If we remember, the purpose of fiction writing is entertainment, we will perhaps begin to see how we can use these plot devices to entertain.  If we focus on creative elements that drive plot devices, we can begin to see how to make our writing truly entertaining.  I’ll leave up the list and we’ll contemplate creative elements to produce these plot devices. 

 



Deus ex machina (a machination, or act of god; lit. “god out of the machine”)


Flashback (or analeptic reference)















Story within a story (Hypodiegesis)




Third attempt

Secrets

Judicial Setting

Legal argument

Prophecy

Two way love

Three way love (love rival)

Rival

Celebrity (Rise to fame)

Rise to riches

Military (Device or Organization manipulation)

School (Training) (Skill Development)

Supernatural

Comeback

Retrieval

Taboo

Impossible Crime

Human god

Revolution

Games

Silent witness

Secret king

Messiah

Hidden skills

Fantasy Land (Time Travel, Space Travel)

End of the --- (World, Culture, Society)

Resistance (Nonresistance)

Utopia (anti-utopia)

Fashion

Augmented Human (Robot) (Society)

Mind Switching (Soul Switching)

Unreliable character

Incarceration (imprisonment) Current discussion.

Valuable item

Identification

Contest

Search

War

Brotherhood (sisterhood) (camaraderie)

Crime

Theater

One way love

Incarceration (imprisonment):  here is my definition – Incarceration (imprisonment) is the use of captivity to further a plot.    

Incarceration is a great plot device—think The Prisoner of Zenda, The Man in the Iron Mask, The Count of Monte Christo, The Little Princess, The Hungry Games, Harry Potty (some of the books), and there’s many many more.  If you will note, incarceration can be individual, communal, or national.  A novel about the Soviet Union, We the Living for example is about the incarceration of an entire people.  So is Henri Tod.  The prisoner can be held by walls as in the first three or by culture, society, or fear as in The Little Princess.  The captivity can be self-inflicted or forced.  In Harry Potty it is self-inflicted and forced.  Harry is kept in a safe house in one novel and held captive in Hogwarts in most of the novels.  How much is self and how much is forced?

 

Incarceration is a wonderful plot device.  I’ve used it in many shapes and forms in my novels.  I’ve written about whole nations under the captivity of communism.  I’ve written about individuals properly in captivity for crimes or mistaken identity or crime.  I’ve had characters in almost every degree of imprisonment or captivity for many reasons.  Don’t get me wrong, I just don’t throw in into a novel for no reason, but if you have a reason, why not?  Here are a couple of examples.        

 

Here is an example from my writing from Athelstan Cying.                   

 

                                They drove to the outskirts of the city where forested hillsides and almost fully concealed villas blanked the area.  The roads seemed almost random and ran without apparent destination.  They transported Den and Natana to a large ancient house covered with ivy and surrounded by thick vegetation.  The thin man and Ari conducted them to the front entrance of the building. 

                At the first knock, a man who appeared like a university professor opened the door.  He was medium height with thick curling hair and a long straight face.  His hair was partially covered by a hat and under it Den could just make out a wire mesh shield.  He nervously motioned them all inside.

                The room was pleasant and archaic with a heavy fireplace on one side and comfortable furniture all around it.  Dr. Fleisher motioned for them to sit.

                He turned to the thin man, “I received your message.  Quite a catch, Heald.  Two talents for me to study.”

                “This one is quite dangerous.”

                “Who, the man?”

                “Yes he knocked out three men using psyonic force alone.”

                “The shields seem to keep him at bay.”

                “Yes, they should.  The technology is ancient empire.  What of the job?”

                The thin man’s lips tightened into a straight line, “It didn’t work, but we think these two interfered.”

                “Nonsense, the organic security computers should have been easy to crack.  That is unless they knew ahead of time exactly what we were planning.”

                “Jorg couldn’t get the lock system to sequence.  The girl set off the detector in the shield.”

                “I’m sure the girl was just responding to the signal in the organic computer scrambler.  I told you anyone nearby who was sensitive would be affected.”

                “What about the boy?”

                “Have you asked them?  That seems an obvious question.”

                Heald mumbled something inarticulate.

                Dr. Fleisher looked at Den then Natana, “Are you working for the police?”

                Den answered, “No.”

                “Why do two unusually strong talents happen to be walking around together.  Are you a psy team?”

                “If you mean a trained team, no.  We are from the same ship, and they will be looking for us.”

                “Other talents?”

                “Not as obvious.”

                “I doubt they will find you.  That’s why we wear the shields.  They provide a double purpose, but the primary is to prevent the police from finding us with their seekers.”

                “Seekers?” asked Den.

                “The police on Neuterra use organic seekers to home in on those identified through their brain scans.  These are limited talent powered organics rather than humans.  I don’t often get human talents to study.  This should be very good.  I’m working on a number of advanced devices that require refinement.”

                “What do you want with us?”

                “I thought I made that clear, I want to study your talent, then…”

                “Then what?” asked Natana a little overloud.

                “Well, after that I won’t need you anymore.  Ari, take them to the holding cell in the basement.  We already risked too much with them out in the open like this.”

                Ari jerked his pistol at Den, “Move.”

                Heald and Ari led them through the kitchen down a thin set of stairs to a bright basement laboratory.  Well kept workbenches and equipment filled almost every bit of the space.  A zone without any equipment encircled a single cell that stood in the far corner.  The cell was made of an open latticework of thick ceriplast wire that completely enclosed it on every side including the floor.  It stood against two walls while the top and two sides were open.  A single door with a complex electronic lock was installed on one side.  Cameras and equipment pointed from every direction at the cell.  The basement was completely enclosed, except for the narrow steps that led to the upper floor, not even a window broke the seamless ceriplast walls.

                Den had not marked any point where Natana and he could try to escape, and he couldn’t think of anything to do now.  Accelerator pistols covered them the whole time, and their assailants were protected with mental shields.  He could think of no way to get away.  Natana and he stepped into the cell, and Ari slammed the door behind them.  After Dr. Fleisher checked the lock, he flipped on a switch, and the three returned to the house above.

                As soon as the Dr. threw the switch, a heavy mental darkness closed in over Den and Natana.  As well as being physical prisoners, they were completely cut off from outside psyonic energy, but they could still communicate together mentally.

Above, we have Den and Natana being held by criminals and an evil scientist to discover the basis of their psionic talents.  This is a forced incarceration by the bad guys.  This is always good for excitement and entertainment.  You can basically see how it fits into the novel and it makes sense.  Why not put your main characters into a deadly and dangerous situation.  That’s what action oriented science fiction is all about.

 

This second example is from School. This chapter hasn’t been edited much—there may be errors.  Sorcha and Deirdre were captured by the police.  They actually didn’t do anything wrong—they were set up.  Still, the excitement and the entertainment is that they police captured them and incarcerated them until a judge let them go.    

 

Sorcha and Deirdre sat in a holding cell in orange jumpsuits.  They had taken their clothing and strip searched them.  Luckily, it was policewomen.  Unluckily it was policewoman.  They hadn’t missed any nook or cranny.  Deirdre still felt dirty from the experience.  Her knuckles were still bloody, and her mind was in a daze.

Sorcha sat quietly on the bunk.  They hadn’t said much to one another.  They knew they were under surveillance.  After what seemed like hours, two policewomen came to the cell.  The first, a sergeant by her rank, held a baton.  She motioned toward Sorcha and Deirdre, “Stand up and step back from the door.”

Sorcha and Deirdre complied.

“Drop your suits.”

Sorcha and Deirdre unzipped them and let them fall to their knees.

“Turn around, and bend over.”

They did.

“Put out your hands, and don’t move.”

Deirdre heard the cell door open.  One policewoman came to her and pulled her hands behind her back and lashed her wrists together with a zip tie.  The woman turned her around, “Move slowly and carefully.  I saw your video.  Quite the fighter you are.  Dangerous in the extreme.”

The policewomen marched them through the cell door and down an open corridor through another locked door.  They took them to the side and into a stark room with a metal table in the middle.  The table and the chairs were bolted to the floor.  Two chairs sat on the other side.  A single chair sat on the side near the door.  The woman sat Deirdre and Sorcha in the two chairs on the other side.  The first one raised her baton, “Don’t move from this chair.  We are watching everything you do in here.  It’s all on the record.”

One of the policewomen stepped out, and Luna came in.

The remaining policewoman moved to the door, “Are you certain you don’t want us with you?  These two are very dangerous.”

Luna drawled, “I know they are.  I saw the video.”

The policewoman laughed, “Likely everyone in Britain has seen it.  How it got into the hands of the media, I have no idea.”

Luna motioned to the woman, “I’ll be all right alone with them.  You are recording everything here, aren’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Luna sighed.  She frowned, “Good.”  She sat in the chair, “Inform me immediately when they are released to my custody.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The policewoman exited the door and closed it.

Luna discretely touched her lips, “Now Ms. Calloway and Ms. Weir, I need to inform you about some things.  I’ll get the entire story later, but I’d like you to know exactly where we stand.  The first is that your entire altercation was recorded on video.  In addition, Ms. Weir and Ms. Calloway’s records have been made available to the press.  The video is very interesting.  It shows Ms. Calloway exiting a building in the woods while pulling her pants and knickers up.  She is seen attacking a teacher with her fists and feet.  Ms. Weir joins the fun and appears to be beating the fallen teacher.  That’s exactly what the video shows.  It is very detailed.  Detailed enough that the news had to pixilate Ms. Calloway’s more delicate parts.”

Deirdre didn’t say anything.  She blushed a brilliant shade of crimson.

Sorcha didn’t speak.

Luna touched her lips, “We’ll discuss this at our leisure, and we should have plenty of time for leisure.  You will not be returning to Wycombe.”

Deirdre almost said something.  She leaned forward then back.  Hot tears filled her eyes.

Sorcha asked, “How are Tim and Chris?”

“Not much worse for wear.  You both did quite a job on them.  I assume it was you.  They were released from hospital.  They weren’t happy.  They were very confused.”

Deirdre kept her head down, “I will not say it was us.”

Luna tapped her lips again.

The door to the room opened.  The sergeant policewoman looked in, “The judge released them to your custody.  Not sure why you would want them, but that’s that.”

Luna stood, “Yes, that’s that.”

The policewomen led Sorcha and Deirdre to a room where they could retrieve their clothing.  They released the zip ties and stood over them while they put back on their knickers, vests, sweaters, slacks, and coats. 

The sergeant remarked, “There isn’t much to you girls.  Surprised you could do that much damage to a couple of strong boys and a fully grown woman, but wild ones are like that.”

Deirdre and Sorcha followed Luna out of the police station and to her Triumph.  She put them in the back, like usual and headed into London.

Deirdre asked, “Are we going to see mother?”

“Yes.  Mother and father.”

“You might as well kill me now.  This is the end.”

Luna laughed, “It isn’t quite the end, but I’m certain you may not appreciate the results.”

If you notice, part of the entertainment about incarceration is the setting.  Not many of us have the opportunity to be incarcerated for any reason.  I had the opportunity through five different Air Force survival and captivity (torture) trainings.  The descriptions are fun and entertaining in themselves and add to the scene, plus all the terrible stuff prisoners have to go through.  For the bad people, this is great.  For the not as bad, this is terrible.  For your readers, this is just perfect.

 

More tomorrow.


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