Vincent Samson was his name: a cold, cruel, businessman who distanced himself from everyone he came in contact with. He was an alleged womanizer, someone who couldn’t be trusted. And yet, Clara Rumpke found herself on the steps of his company’s headquarters. She still had bills to pay, and he had the money.
In response to a writing prompt on Reddit.
“I wish you would stop trusting me.”
John looked up at his friend, his ill fitted glasses nearly falling off again.
“Why would I do that, Andrew?” He questioned. Stop trusting the person who’d played with him on the playground when they were kids? The one who’d been the best man at his wedding?
The one who had cried the most at his funeral?
Writers! What inspires you to write and why?
When it comes to historical fiction, I find inspiration from historical documentaries and articles on the web.
However, in any genre I write, I find music to be the best inspiration overall. Music can cover almost any mood from angry to happy to distressed. Not only that, but when it comes to historical fiction, I find listening to a few songs of whatever era to help immerse me in the time period more.
Columbine, Virginia Tech, Sandy Hook. These schools know the grief and sorrow that domestic terrorism brings. However, 72 years before Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold fired their first shots into their student peers, a disgruntled man by the name of Andrew Kehoe detonated bombs in the Bath Consolidated School on May 18th, 1927, killing over 40 people–including 38 school children.
To read the prologue, you can find it here
It wasn’t every day that a middle class couple was executed in America. But then again, it wasn’t every day that you get two spies convicted of selling atomic secrets to the Soviets.
The Rosenbergs were the hot subject in Charley’s Bar: a place where men usually came to drink and smoke their troubles silently away. A frequent downtown goer would’ve noticed that us boys were completely distracted from our daily hobbies. Hell, even the cigarette smoke wasn’t all that bad. If anything was in the norm, we all still sipped away at our drinks while having arguments about the matter.
Writers! What’s your favorite genre to write? Do you like to mix up genres?
For me, it’s historical fiction. Being fond of history, I like to incorporate historical elements into my stories. That being said, the paranormal genre is a close second for me. Oftentimes, I’ll pair both the historical and paranormal genre together–which admittedly, loses some the realism in the process.
Writing can be difficult for someone starting out. For the beginner getting into fiction writing, here are a few tips:
Establish a Setting
As someone who critiques on Wattpad, too often do I see characters just dropped into an empty world. There are places the character goes to, but those places are never described. This is where descriptions come in handy. What does your character’s house look like? What season is it? Is the character in a small town or a large city?
This is an expansion of a previous rant on Wattpad. You can find that here.
Wattpad has got to be one of the only writing sites on the internet where your stories can become popular with atrocious grammar, one diminsional characters, and POVs that change at neckbreak speed. Type in any popular phrase like “Bad boy”, “geek”, “vampire”, “One Direction”, etc., you’re going to get a top page of mostly junk. Trust me. And yet, they’ve got millions of views and thousands of likes.
Chicago , 1952
Anyone who knew John Joseph Cromwell Sr. knew that he was the most pious, anti-immigration, and most importantly, anti-demon senator that the United States had ever seen in its 176 years of existing. A church-goer for all of his fifty-six years, Cromwell made sure to preach about the evils of demons until his voice grew hoarse. Thirty years back, he was labeled a ‘quack’ and ‘insane.’ Now he was adored by many all over the country.
The last of the leather restraints were fastened onto the patient. He swallowed a thick lump in his throat. Granted, it was just another day of treatment in this hell-hole, but nevertheless he was dreading what was coming. From what he had overheard from the two eldest psychiatrists in his ward, he would be subjected to what they called a “more effective” treatment.