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Who thinks this idea will work for a plot line.

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Main Idea: Timmy Shaw is a teenager out on his own, finding life can get lonely on the streets of L.A., his only companionship is his laptop, which he has a hard-time paying the monthly service bill, he has no job.

He does get breaks finding odd jobs at online job services and through people he meets on the street.

A brush with death with a psycho gives him shelter at a local hospital, his laptop is saved, he starts a chat group devoted to homelessness, he finds a place to live but it doesn't work out before long he is back on the street with only his laptop for companionship.

Not long after, a pretty girl notices that he is in trouble and lets him move-in with her. Timmy finely finds a good job, he has kids and they live happily ever after.

He gives his old laptop to his son and buys a new one.:D

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I'm going to be honest with you. This is hackneyed. Other than the fact that he has a laptop, this might have appeared in the Saturday Evening Post in 1930something. The only thing this could convey is pathos and it doesn't do much with that. My advice for you is to go character first. Come up with a person you'd like to write about and then build a situation around them that makes sense for them. Take bigger risks, find stronger poetry. And read more.

Learn to spell "writers". It will improve your writing.

I don't know, writing about writers gets old.

Writing about a writer is self-indulgent.

Computers are the opposite of cinematic.

Doc is right, come up with a character first and really get to know him/her. Find out why someone would pay money to spend time with the character and THEN put him/her through hell. If we like the character, we'll follow him/her to the gates of hell.

Learn to use apostrophes properly too :)

I gotta agree, although Stephen King does it a LOT, and it hasn't hurt his career as far as I can tell.

Yeh but that's got pretty tired and he kinda ruined that theme for everyone.

one word. sorry but. gay.

is this a good story for a book.
this kid is born and the mother is still a virgin. nothing happends bad till the night he was born. she went into labor and it was the worst birthing ever. so much blood and black warm liquid. the kid wasent crying but his eyes we open wide and had just this blank expression. the lady died giving birth to her son she named before she died. his name was Alister.
When hes about 7 he starts to turn very angry and just wants to break everything and do nothing but destroy. but never ever makes a sound ever. Then when he turns 12 he gets much much worse when he starts to get into acid and speed. sex drugs rock and roll and insanity. He doesnt remember everything but he seems to untouchable. blood all over the place and out for drug and mayham. but weird shit happends to him a lot. due to, too much acid use?
in the end it turns out the kid is now 66 years old and is talking to himself saying everything he has ever done but hes only talking to himself.
i got no name yet but im really serious about this. been thinking for a little. and thought of this and a couple others.
led me get some feed back. thank
PEACE

No theme
 

I'm not seeing the main idea in your untitled book. Being evil is good. T:mad:hat isn't fitting in with me.

LOL - I've discovered an new sub genre - Grammar Nazi exploitation :-)
How do u look in Jack boots Elvis?

Opening Sentence
 

The heading on the daily news paper, read. "15,000,000 are unemployed in the U.S." Timmy fished in his pants pocket and pulled out three quarter, tossing them in his palm like dice, inserting the quarters into the news paper machine, he yanks on the news paper machine handle and pulls out a news paper.:D

Non of you can do better.

Newspaper is one word. There doesn't need to be a comma. Quarters should be plural. Period after dice. This doesn't need to be one sentence. Newspaper is still one word. A word you use four times in a paragraph. "Newspaper machine handle" is clunky. And lastly what the hell else is he gonna pull out? A squirrel? Poverty is scary, it's wonderful grounds for horror (Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The People Under The Stairs) but something must be coming out of the poverty. Read Jung, read Campbell and to learn to write read The Art of Fiction or On Writing. I don't want to be mean, but I can do better. I'll have three books in print come October. One of which was compared favorably to the works of Jonathan Swift in a review. You have expressed that any work of King's has less merit than the very mediocre The Regulators because statistically it sold less (Wikipedia is a wonderful substitute for literacy, isn't it?) and have displayed an ignorance in regards to using the English language as tool or weapon. Learn some humility, read more and hone the craft.
"Starving for a red hot hotdog, Timmy took his final Taco Bell paycheck to Dr.Hotdog's hotdog shack. He looked at the hotdog girl, with burning hotdog desire in his eyes and pain in his hotdogless stomach, and said "Gimme a hotdog." They were out of hotdogs."
Don't do THAT!

David Crowleyfield? Remember this: in genre fiction, you do not need characters to be wacked out druggies for weird things to happen. Read some Kafka. Read some Burroughs. Ligotti. Barker. Mc Cammon. It might be neat to do the autobiography of somebody who has grown up with the taint of evil on him, but I'd say look for another angle and play up the humor in the concept. The coming of age novel is a tiresome thing and poking holes in it using horror and satire can be pretty cool. I would say: think nature/nurture conflict, think existential questions, think the rock and roll lifestyle. Sex, drugs and rock and roll can supplement a Dorian Grey type hedonist but they cannot make them a person and they cannot be used as a reason for strange events to happen. Also, ask yourself if you have a story or just some images. It happens to me all the time. I have a cool image in my head and some vague occurrences surrounding it and I sit down believing I'm writing a novel. Three brainbusting days later, I realize I had a piece of flash fiction at best. Write stories, try a novella first. It takes some amount of grit and experience in writing to do a good novel. More grit to sell a good novel when you don't know anybody.

Wait....are you telling me you've never reached into a "news paper machine" and pulled out a squirrel ? I find that hard to believe.:rolleyes:

No, but I occasionally have the misfortune of finding newspapers in my Vend-a-Squirrel machine.

thank you for that. it would be better without the drugs. that just improved my idea. thank you. :D

I think you mean Dorian Gray :-)

I think I'll do a tag team with Elvis :-)

I thought that looked wrong.

Grammar Nazi: The School of Hell--a synopsis.

Act 1
Linda Spelchek is a linguistics student at Werdproh University. During the semester, a dozen female students have gone missing; the latest disappearence is Linda's room mate, cheerleader Blair. As with all the disappearences, no alarm is raised, as the absent-minded Dean of the university, Henry Clott, has explanations for all of them; in Blair's case, studying abroad in Italy. Linda doesn't believe that explanation, however; she and Blair were very close, both products of the foster care system, and Blair had never mentioned anything about studying abroad.

Despite her concerns, Linda continues her studies. Even though she is an undergraduate, she had been working with Professor Ilsa Blud-Clott, chairman of the Linguistics Department (and coincidentally, Dean Clott's wife), transcribing the text of an ancient document. Linda doesn't know what she is transcribing, only that is an incredibly ornate language, and Professor Blud-Clott is very demanding that Linda's work is exactly how it appears in the original text. She is soon joined by Brian Vessle, a medical student, who is the son of a senator, but with a wild rebellious streak, who is assigned to work under Professor Blud-Clott by the professor's husband as punishment for the theft of three cadavers which Brian was responsible for. Linda is confused by the assignment, however, because Brian has no predilection for transcribing, and Professor Blud-Clott has no interest in his work.

Meanwhile, Blair wakes up in a underground cell, naked and chained to the floor, along with the other 11 missing co-eds. None of them know why they are there. Twice a day, two keepers--both blond women dressed in latex dominatrix outfits emblazoned with swastikas--bring in meager rations and leave. The rest of the girls cower, but Blair demands to know why she is being held. The keepers proceed to administer a vicious beating to Blair without revealing anything.

That's all for now...

Nothing like redhot exploitation metafiction.