Elmore Leonard's 10 Rules for Good Writing - Part 2

Me: YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!

Prologue: The wise white wizard in his white flowing robes. The wind made them flutter around him as he turned towards the other white wizard.

"Wise friend." He stroke his long beard thoughtfully. "I've been watching the stars align, and it's time to find the chosen one."

The other wizard stroked his identically long beard and fluffed his identical robes. "I believe you're right. One of us will have to wait until someone finds the OBJECT OF IMMORTAL CHOOSABILITY."

"So who gets to go down to tell the chosen one?"

"Does it matter? We look alike."

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A massive storm loomed over the horizon, and Joe made the decision to go home before the storm hits. It was fun running slow motion on the beach, winking at the gawking hot babes sitting on the sand. He knew that it would be a wet ride on his Harley if the storm hit.

As he turned towards the boardwalk, his long blond hair whipped around his face, blinding him for a moment. He didn't see the object that jutted out of the sand, and he tripped over it, bringing his massive muscular body down with a muffled thump.

Taking a quick look around him to make sure that no one saw, he began to do pushups as if that was his intent. Realizing that the coast was clear, he stood up and saw an object on the ground. It was so strange that it was indescribable.

A flash of lightning crossed the sky followed by a crash and boom, and there in front of him stood this old man with a long flowing beard and a long flowing robe.

"You found the OBJECT OF IMMORTAL CHOOSABILITY!" The wizard boomed loudly. It was so loud that Joe had a hard time hearing him. Something about being the chosen one and to save the world. Then something about the object will guide him.

The wizard disappeared, and the OBJECT OF IMMORTAL CHOOSABILITY began to shake, and Joe felt it tug at his hand. The rain started to come down, causing his shirt to stick to his burgeoning muscles.

Suddenly, all hell broke loose, and a ton of demons came out of the ground, all maniacally laughing. They were so grotesque, they couldn't be described.

"So u air the choosin one, eh?" One demon hissed evilly.

"He ain't no choosin one, he's too andsome, he is." Another retorted.

"Enough!" A third one growled boomingly. His voice echoed across the land. "We are to kill him! Stop being so petulant!"

At that moment, the object shivered, and Joe held it out. It sparkled and morphed into a long sword. Smirking, he realized that all of the years studying the blade was going to come in handy. He slashed at the first demon, and it caught him under his arm, the Demon screamed and slashed back, but Joe cut his hand off.

Another demon hit him in the back, tearing at his shirt. Joe windmilled his sword, and it cut the offending demon in two along with two other of his fellow evil entities who just happened to be in the way. Joe turned to the remaining 50... no 100 demons all glaring angrily at him.

Snarling, Joe grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled. The tears that were created by the demon gave way easily and the shirt ripped off easily, exposing his quivering muscles. The rain caused them to glisten, and his surging adrenaline caused his veins to pulse.

Joe put his other hand on the hilt of the sword, and it flashed. Suddenly, there were two swords, and he brought them down to his sides. Lowering his head, he kept his eyes on his adversaries.

He walked towards them at first, then he sprinted. He leaped into the air, screaming on top of his lungs.

"Yeeeeeeaaahh!" he screeched mightily as he slashed through four demons. They came from left and right, and he slashed each one like a knife through butter.

There was too many of them, Joe thought, I have one last option.

He took his swords, held them out and began spinning. What's left of the demons were annihilated. Pieces of them floated to the ground and disappeared.

When Joe was finished, he looked to the sky. The rain had stopped, and the sky cleared. He heard a chuckle and looked down.

A few people stopped to watch. Some had their phones out, and some looked on, horrified.

Joe cleared his throat. I killed it, he thought as he tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants. They admire me for my swordsmanship skills.

He scratched the stubble on his neck, picked up his fedora, put it on, and tipped it before walking away.

Elmore Leonard's 10 Rules for Good Writing - Part 1

Came from a closed Facebook group, so you have to join to see the comments.

Me: YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!

Prologue: Sandy started dating Chad the jock.

It was a dark and stormy night in the best of times and worse of times. Sandy, a tall, lanky figure with really dark hair and everyone complained that she was too pale and thin, walked into her flat,ranch-style brick house that she hated so much. The grey clouds match the fake plaster brick house.

When she stepped inside the aging, glass front entrance, her brother, a short chubby, round, character who was adopted from another country, greeted, "Allo, sissy -we air all outta of biscuits, eh?"

She was about to respond when suddenly, all hell broke loose and their ceiling caved in.

"Like, omg!" Sandy exclaimed loudly. "It's like that creepy stalker that keeps following around! Jim! I can't believe it!"

"I only admired you from afar, m'lady," Jim moaned loudly as he slowly stood up and glared at her brother.

"Oh, I change my mind, then," Sandy said. "I'm so in love with you, I'll dump chad and let's elope where it's legal where a minor can marry someone twice her age!"

Epilogue: In two years, Sandy and Jim divorced.

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Note, this is an actual Facebook comment I posted on this image. I have another in the works in for part two - because these "rules" have been floating around Social media a lot lately.

It was a Dark and Stormy Night

Post from Facebook. Click on Image to see the post

Rule: Avoid Cliche Beginning lines.
Me: YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!

It was a dark and stormy night during the best of times and worst of times, once upon a time, in a land far away.

There lived a teenage princess who didn't want to fit into social norms. So she threw out her dress, put on her leather outfit, and couldn't decide on who to love between two men who pined for her daily. One was a jerk to her, and the other was a Nice guy who bought her roses, and candy and stared through her window from the bushes daily, wondering if she would ever choose him over the jerk.

Then the World was in trouble, An asteroid was headed for her kingdom. The king tried to prevent her from going out. In the ensuing struggle with the guards, she was cornered at a window with no escape. It looked like that she would be captured and brought to her room to die with everyone else.

Suddenly, a dragon appears at her window saying that she was the chosen one and whisks her away where she is trained by an elderly and wise wizard who tells her that when the asteroid hits, there will unleash an evil that no one has ever known.

Meanwhile, the king and the two men go out to save her from the dragon, not knowing that she went willingly. They constantly tried to one-up each other in mini contests.

In the mountains, the princess goes on a quest to find the unobtainium, which will stop the evil. She meets up with the two men and a fight between the two ensues, while the princess tries to stop it. The asteroid lands and kills both men.

Then,  the asteroid cracks open and out jumps an alien who wants to destroy the land. The princes immediately fall in love, and the Alien is taken by her. It turns out that the unobtainium was in her all along and love conquers all.

Introduction

Somewhere in the internet-verse, there are a group of people who know better than anyone else when it comes to writing. Are they professional writers themselves? Well, yeah. So?

No adverbs! No Exposition! Nothing other than "said" is said.

Well, YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!

Something about my defiant nature wants me to rebel against these supposed rules, rules that have already been broken successfully many times.

Then again, sometimes breaking the rules is a bad idea, and that's the point of this blog. When I see "rules" posted on any of my Facebook writing groups, I will write a short story (flash fiction)  that breaks those rules, every single one of them.

Feel free to use any of the content for your own purpose, as long as you expand on them. I would appreciate a link-back to this blog.


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