 Action/Adventure: December 13, 2011 Issue [#4763] |
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This week: Be a Part of History Edited by: Leger~  
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Writing History from a New Point of View
In the constant search for topics to write about, I started thinking about history. Written history is the viewpoint of the author, but what about the opposition? Perhaps from other, less important persons from that event in the past?
For example, you would write about the American Civil War from the viewpoint of a slave caught in the action, or from the Postmaster General who refused to allow mail which carried abolition pamphlets to the South. Or you could write the history of Adolf Hilter from the viewpoint of his mistress Eva Braun. What about Betty Moore, wife of the Apollo1 pilot Gus Grissom? He was killed in a pre-launch test of the craft. In the making of history, in the birth of a hero, there are always people who helped them achieve their success - have them tell their story, their point of view.
Research is a key component in writing about history. At the same time, liberties for the sake of storytelling and filling the back history can be taken. If you like research and history, writing an action/adventure story about a moment in the past could be a thrilling endeavor. Give it a try!
This month's question: Do you borrow from the past to invent new characters?
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Excerpt: The southern New Jersey skies were still as black as ink that morning in November of 1721 when Charles Hand slipped out of bed.
He looked at Rebecca still sleeping so peacefully and for a moment tarried, thinking of the twins that were safely nestled in her now very full torso. They would soon have two more strong children, God willing, to feed and care for, train and guide, love and chastise. He wondered how Jeremiah and litte Rebecca laying in the other room would take to two new siblings as they filled the house with crying, and getting most of the attention usually reserved for them. He chuckled at the thought as he slipped on his warmest trousers and clothes. After building a morning fire in the large stone fireplace, he glanced around to see if there was anything else he could do for his wife, knowing she would soon be awakening. The children would see to that, for sure, he thought fondly to himself.
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Excerpt: It was early morning. Soon, he would be asked to begin the endless marching that had become a constant part of his young life. He had twenty-six miles to cover; at the end of which waited the possibility of eternal uncertainty. The early morning mist hung heavy in this place. It was not unusual to awake and witness an eerie fog wafting through the trees. Despite the six-hundred men gathered in the 15th Alabama Infantry, the silence of the summer morning held a glorious beauty which was incongruous to the purpose which brought them to this place. And, so it was from the morning mist he assembled with other men and boys and marched.
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Excerpt: A wide ocean lay between her and the home she had left. When she was leaving to come here she had exulted in the fact she was never coming back. Now it bore in upon her. She was never going back there again, she would never see her parents again. They would die and be buried with their ancestors and she would probably not even know when it happened. Letters took forever to travel from one side of the sea to the other and since her mother had never learned to read and write her only contact would be with her father.
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Excerpt: The mid-October morning was frigid and the sun had yet to appear from behind the clouds. The ground was hard after the night’s frost, but the Norman soldiers were warm thanks to the two hour march from Hastings. After a brief stop to dress for battle the Normans arrived at the battle site to see their foe awaiting them atop Senlac Hill.
Excerpt: An unqualified psycho, Rhonda decided. She tapped the book. “You were there, in the Roman Army.”
Excerpt: The year was 1943. Two men made their way through a densely vegetated jungle with machine guns strapped to their shoulders. The hill they were approaching gave them chills and with good reason. It was heavily guarded. Their mission was simple. All they had to do was report how well the Japs had barricaded themselves on the other side of the island. If they didn’t, American troops would have no idea what to expect when they got there.
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Excerpt: Steav and Molec gazed through powerful telescopes at ruins 380,000 kilometers away. The decimated planet hung in just the right position to present the lunar observation dome a clear view.
"Why is the Earth ruined Daddy?" Molec asked with a puzzled cock of the head
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Excerpt: You probably wouldn't understand this. I’m sure you’re a prude, but you see I wanted Seymour, and when I wanted something, I tried to make sure I got it.
So, when Seymour set off to war because King Philip was picking on the British again, I hid in the trunk, like I always did whenever Seymour went off playing with his navy buddies. The trunk was down in the captain’s storage room, but the captain never went near it. I was pretty sure he didn't even know it was there. Anyway, the trunk was empty, so why should the captain care if it became my home away from home?
Excerpt: Peering out the glass ports on the left side, he saw a yellow sun beaming at him. He judged that the sun was getting older from its somewhat bloated appearance and the solar flares spouting frequently on it's surface. Probably only a millennia or two left, he guessed. He could have asked Nanny, the ship's computer, about it; but he wasn't in the mood to be astonished by Nanny's grasp of all things scientific at the moment. Instead, he looked through the forward ports and saw the object of their trip; a small, somewhat reddish disc that they were rapidly approaching.
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Excerpt: When the aliens came, they were not invading. There was no army of monsters. They were here for almost a full day before anyone noticed. Their craft had not shown up on any instruments of anyone watching the sky. They had seemingly appeared from nowhere before entering our atmosphere and crashing into the Pacific Ocean. They were able to steer the craft like a boat, until it reached land—the coast of Mexico, to be exact. And still, no one realized they were there.
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This month's question: Do you borrow from the past to invent new characters?
Last month's question: What emotions as a tool do you prefer to use when bringing characters together in a group?
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