Excerpt: Prologue—Child of Darkness (Seven Years Ago) [Part 2]

This is Part Two of the prologue of my novel-in-progress, The Power Club™.  For Part One, go here.     

            The next day, in school, Mrs. Morgan called the class to gather around for story time.  Damon raced past the other kids, as usual, and sat down front and center.  His friends Eddie and Billy always sat next to him, but this time they did not. 

            During recess, Damon ran to join several kids who were playing on the jungle gym, but they jumped off the metal bars and ran away.  Damon thought it was part of a game until all of the kids gathered around him.

            “We don’t want to play with you anymore!” Suzy shouted.

            “You’re a freak!” said Billy.

            Damon ran and told Mrs. Morgan, as he had been taught to do, but the teacher shook her head.  “What did you expect, Denton?” she said, her breath visible in the chilled autumn air.  “If you move to the district, other kids won’t pick on you.”

            Today, Damon’s mother had kept him home from school.  He was happy about this until she told him they would be moving to the district, after all.  Damon screamed “NO!” as loud as he could and ran into his parents’ bedroom, where he created a darkspace so big it covered the entire room. 

            “Denton!”  His mother sounded angry as she felt her way past the bed. “I’m going to find you sooner or later, and when I do . . .” 

            Damon jumped up and ran past her.  Now he was on the other side of the bed while she felt her way along the wall where he had been.  I can keep this up all day.  You’ll never find me.

            “Mom?”

            Eldon stood in the doorway, peering wide-eyed into the darkness. 

Damon had heard Mom tell Dad to keep an eye on Eldon, but somehow the little boy had slipped away, probably curious to see what was going on. 

            “Mom?”  Eldon repeated.  When no answer came, Eldon bounded into the room as if it were a new playground.  Then Damon watched in shock as his brother stumbled on the carpet and fell head first into the heavy wooden footboard of the bed.

            Eldon sat on the floor and cried out in pain.  Damon wondered why his mother didn’t follow the sound of his voice and come to him.  Instead, she continued to feel her way along the wall, as if nothing had happened. 

            “Mom!” Damon said.  “Eldon’s hurt!”

            She did not turn around.  It was as if he were looking at her through a one-way glass window. 

            “MOM!” he shouted.

            She still did not turn around.  Was she ignoring him on purpose?  It was just like Ryan—

            Damon felt stupid for not figuring it out earlier.  Not only was he the only one who could see inside the darkspace—he was the only one who could hear, as well.

            He felt both powerful and scared.  He didn’t know what to do.  If he made the darkness go away, his mother would make him move to the district.  But if he did nothing, Eldon would keep crying.  What if he was badly hurt?

            Damon closed his eyes.  He took a deep breath and slowly said the magic words.  An instant later, a warm light caressed his cheeks.

Letting the Fiction Take Over: How to Turn Your Reality into Fiction

reality (Photo credit: Loulair Harton)

When does a story become a story? How do you combine truth and fiction in a package that both entertains and enlightens the reader?

That’s a subject that came up recently at one of my writing critique groups. While discussing the young ages of the characters in my novel-in-progress, I admitted that some of the characters are based on real people I knew during my childhood. I’ve found that it is easier to write the story this way, as I have in my mind concrete images of what these people looked like. I have a sense of their personalities (or as much as I remember them), and it feels like I’m writing about real people. In a sense, I am.

So, what makes this a fictional story instead of an autobiography? Well, my characters have super-powers, for one thing.

But that’s not enough, as I’m coming to realize the deeper I get into the novel. The advice given to me by one of my fellow writers was that, at some point, you have to let the fiction take over.

This compelling advice came from a writer who knows what she’s talking about. She is writing a book on domestic violence based in large part on her own experience. However, there are many events in the book that never happened in her real life (though they may have happened to other victims of domestic abuse). One of the other writers in our group was stunned when the author admitted that a skillfully depicted scene involving a car crash never happened to her.

So, how does one go from reality to fiction?

I’m still working out the answer for myself, but here’s what I’ve discovered so far:

• Start with a firm basis in reality. If you want to base your characters on real people in the first draft, it’s okay to do so. Bear in mind, though, that you may have to change them when you write subsequent drafts so the real people don’t recognize themselves too easily. The last thing you want is for Uncle Joe to call you up and say, “Why did you turn me into a drunken wife beater? I never did any of those things!”

• Be clear on the truth you are trying to tell. What is the point of this story? Why is it worth writing? In a grad school screenwriting class, the professor recommended that we write the theme of the story at the top of every page to avoid getting sidetracked. If you don’t know your theme yet, that’s okay. Write at the top of each page what you hope the reader will get out of your story.

• Revise, revise, revise. It goes almost without saying that you’re going to write more than one draft, anyway. In subsequent drafts, you get to know your characters better and have a firm understanding of what’s at their core, what you can change, and what you can’t.

• Have others read your work-in-progress. They will point out inconsistencies that you would never think of or that make sense in reality but don’t in fiction. (Just because Uncle Joe has a lisp does not mean his story analogue should have one.) Good readers will ask the hard questions that you wouldn’t think of or may not want to ask.

• Never get too attached to anything you’ve written. There’s an old axiom in writing: “Kill your children.” Everything you’ve written is subject to change until it sees print (and, given the possibilities of e-books and the like, maybe not even then).

All good stories have some basis in reality, some truth that lies behind the fiction. Begin with that truth, but be willing to change everything else so your story can have the impact you desire on the reader.

Tell me your thoughts: How do you let the fiction take over?

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