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Had lots of writing progress last week. Theeeeennnnnn...

Hit a character introduction where I'm trying to strike that delicate balance between it seeming like it's either way too contrived, or way too random.

Why can't they just be helpful???? :he
Sometimes them being difficult is what makes them "real." Always remember, nobody lives and breathes to serve you, so your side characters won't for your protagonist. ;)
 
A little piece I wrote this morning, practicing my typing, if anyone wants to read it. It came out a lot better than my last practice piece, though a couple of times I did get caught on the sentences again. :rolleyes:

Jintao strolled across the dock. Gulls cried their laughter high above, the white birds with nothing better to do. He shoved his hands in his pockets. He’d get out of this place. Someday. If only tonight was that day.
Ships sailed on the distant horizon like the night couldn’t contain them. And perhaps it couldn’t. They were free, after all. The breeze tugging at their sails and the current edging them to farther places. What could be freer? Jintao turned his back to them. He’d never be, the poor boy he was. He could only wish he would.
Jintao left the dock and snuck into town. The old shop sat on the right, with the red dumpster hidden well behind it. Creeping in the shadows, Jintao snuck to the red container of his next meal. The lid was already open, and the familiar stench of rotting food trickled into the air.
Jintao slid a cardboard box to the dumpster and peered in. Empty. Empty with nothing but a few wet paper towels sticking to the bottom. His stomach grumbled. There would be no meal today. Not for him, not for Mother, and not for big sis. He sunk to the cardboard and sat. Jimmy was gone, and so wasn’t Brack. Sam was gone too, but it was better that way. He beat Mother and didn’t bother sharing his meals like he was supposed to.
Shivers slapped Jintao’s shoulders, almost as hard as Sam had when Jintao snuck a can of Sam’s expired peas to Sakura. Sam didn’t need them, and he wasn’t going to eat them, but sharing his trash was more than he was willing to give, especially to two poor little kids who had nothing to offer.
Jintao shoved his face into his palms. Why? Why did the dumpster have to be empty tonight? He was so hungry! Sakura had to be too, and Mother was getting too weak to find them a new male friend to hopefully put a roof over their heads for the night.
Tears soaked Jintao’s palms and his body shook with every whimper that escaped his throat. None of those ‘friends’ provided like they should have! They weren’t even friends! Mother always introduced them as that, but they never acted like one! If they ever did anything, it was offer their scraps for food, if that!
Jintao wiped his tears away. He needed to become the man of the family, but he was already failing! No food? He couldn’t return empty-handed! It would hurt Mother! It might even kill her for how weak she was!
Creaking echoed in the alley as a cold breeze blew through. Jintao pulled his exposed knees close, wrapping his arms around them and rocking. He couldn’t return home. Not with nothing to eat.
“Oh!”
Jintao jumped to his feet.
A woman carrying a garbage bag stood next to the dumpster. “You startled me,” she put her hand to her chest.
“I-I didn’t mean to, m-ma’am,” Jintao backed away.
“What are you doing out here so late at night?” The women stepped toward him.
Jintao spun. He wasn’t staying around here to be throw into jail! His foot caught on a sinkhole, sending him to the pavement. “Ouch!” he curled, hand to his knee.
The woman pounced on him faster than the last policeman he saw. “Easy there,” she snatched his shoulders. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Hands off me!” Jintao spun to his back. “You can’t take me! I didn’t do no-thing wrong! My mom needs me! She can’t come save me! Leave me alone!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” the woman let go.
Jintao kicked to his feet, already crawling away. He rushed across the street, stumbling past puddles and dodging the other sinkholes.
“Wait! Come back,” the woman called.
Jintao covered his ears. She’d have to take some other poor kid hostage! Not him! He slammed against a wall, a tug of pain shooting through his right shoulder. This had to be far enough away. He peeked around the corner. Good. She wasn’t following him. His heart beat against his chest, and he slid down to the pavement. Throbbing filled his knee, and he pulled it up to the flicker of a distant streetlamp. A trickle of blood soaked the worn jean material just below the hole where his scrapped knee stuck out like the last thing he had tripped over. Jintao laid his head on the cold wall. Another thing for Sakura to fuss over, and another thing not to return home for.
 
A little piece I wrote this morning, practicing my typing, if anyone wants to read it. It came out a lot better than my last practice piece, though a couple of times I did get caught on the sentences again. :rolleyes:

Jintao strolled across the dock. Gulls cried their laughter high above, the white birds with nothing better to do. He shoved his hands in his pockets. He’d get out of this place. Someday. If only tonight was that day.
Ships sailed on the distant horizon like the night couldn’t contain them. And perhaps it couldn’t. They were free, after all. The breeze tugging at their sails and the current edging them to farther places. What could be freer? Jintao turned his back to them. He’d never be, the poor boy he was. He could only wish he would.
Jintao left the dock and snuck into town. The old shop sat on the right, with the red dumpster hidden well behind it. Creeping in the shadows, Jintao snuck to the red container of his next meal. The lid was already open, and the familiar stench of rotting food trickled into the air.
Jintao slid a cardboard box to the dumpster and peered in. Empty. Empty with nothing but a few wet paper towels sticking to the bottom. His stomach grumbled. There would be no meal today. Not for him, not for Mother, and not for big sis. He sunk to the cardboard and sat. Jimmy was gone, and so wasn’t Brack. Sam was gone too, but it was better that way. He beat Mother and didn’t bother sharing his meals like he was supposed to.
Shivers slapped Jintao’s shoulders, almost as hard as Sam had when Jintao snuck a can of Sam’s expired peas to Sakura. Sam didn’t need them, and he wasn’t going to eat them, but sharing his trash was more than he was willing to give, especially to two poor little kids who had nothing to offer.
Jintao shoved his face into his palms. Why? Why did the dumpster have to be empty tonight? He was so hungry! Sakura had to be too, and Mother was getting too weak to find them a new male friend to hopefully put a roof over their heads for the night.
Tears soaked Jintao’s palms and his body shook with every whimper that escaped his throat. None of those ‘friends’ provided like they should have! They weren’t even friends! Mother always introduced them as that, but they never acted like one! If they ever did anything, it was offer their scraps for food, if that!
Jintao wiped his tears away. He needed to become the man of the family, but he was already failing! No food? He couldn’t return empty-handed! It would hurt Mother! It might even kill her for how weak she was!
Creaking echoed in the alley as a cold breeze blew through. Jintao pulled his exposed knees close, wrapping his arms around them and rocking. He couldn’t return home. Not with nothing to eat.
“Oh!”
Jintao jumped to his feet.
A woman carrying a garbage bag stood next to the dumpster. “You startled me,” she put her hand to her chest.
“I-I didn’t mean to, m-ma’am,” Jintao backed away.
“What are you doing out here so late at night?” The women stepped toward him.
Jintao spun. He wasn’t staying around here to be throw into jail! His foot caught on a sinkhole, sending him to the pavement. “Ouch!” he curled, hand to his knee.
The woman pounced on him faster than the last policeman he saw. “Easy there,” she snatched his shoulders. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Hands off me!” Jintao spun to his back. “You can’t take me! I didn’t do no-thing wrong! My mom needs me! She can’t come save me! Leave me alone!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” the woman let go.
Jintao kicked to his feet, already crawling away. He rushed across the street, stumbling past puddles and dodging the other sinkholes.
“Wait! Come back,” the woman called.
Jintao covered his ears. She’d have to take some other poor kid hostage! Not him! He slammed against a wall, a tug of pain shooting through his right shoulder. This had to be far enough away. He peeked around the corner. Good. She wasn’t following him. His heart beat against his chest, and he slid down to the pavement. Throbbing filled his knee, and he pulled it up to the flicker of a distant streetlamp. A trickle of blood soaked the worn jean material just below the hole where his scrapped knee stuck out like the last thing he had tripped over. Jintao laid his head on the cold wall. Another thing for Sakura to fuss over, and another thing not to return home for.
🥹
 
A bit I worked on recently.
Stephen smiled at her, “Of course, you’re welcome to come as you please.” Stephen pushed himself away from the house, “I have an idea, how about we go for a walk? I know you have your walks but what if we do one together? Maybe you can show me a few places?”

Thing thought about the proposition for a moment. I do know the area very well… the wood, the village, everything in between… “I’d like that.”

“Alright then, lead the way!” He made a general sweeping motion away from the house.

“Where do you want to go?” She hesitated.

“Anywhere you like, take me to one of your favourite places.” Stephen replied.

Home… The hills. Thing quietly sorted a mental list as he waited. How about… yes, that’s a good idea. The stream.

Thing forgot to say anything more to him and set off back down the house path eagerly. She heard a chuckle as she realized Stephen was jogging to catch up with her haste. She dipped her head embarrassed.

“I take it you’ve got a place in mind.” He sounded amused as he settled into a more normal pace by her side. “It really is a good day to be out.” He noted, taking in the surroundings. Thing counted landmarks as Stephen continued to chatter. Two trees. The big boulder to the left. She diverted quickly off the road.

“Whoa! Hold up.” Stephen ducked under some low hanging branches and attempted to keep up with the eager creature. She didn’t seem to take in much of what he said now as she focused on following the correct path.

Five saplings. Old oak. Rabbit barrow hiding in the brush. Before long the sound of water was greeting them. Thing felt an odd feeling bubbling up in her. A squeal escaped her and she darted forward with a flick of wings and tail.

“Thing!” Stephen called after her. Thing emerged from the trees and didn’t stop till she had two feet in the water, then she froze. She gazed at the water drifting downstream around her feet and stood mesmerized as if she’d not done this a hundred times before.

She heard Stephen show up behind her puffing slightly. “Wow…” he muttered. Thing looked over at him and he was staring at the scenery. The water ran clear and loud down the middle of the break in the trees, a secluded clearing that would be hard to find if you didn’t know it was there. He turned his attention to her after taking it in, “I can see why you’d like this spot.”

She watched him as he approached the stream and knelt. He placed his hand in the water beside her and let the water run through his fingers. “Do you come here often?”

Thing nodded and brought her face close to the water’s surface. She watched the stones on the stream’s bed dance in light. The water’s warm here. That’s what makes it feel better than the water that falls from the sky when it rains. The light was bright in her eyes but she ignored the discomfort. The patterns the sun and water made were calming. Thing wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she realized Stephen had been quiet the whole time. She glanced at him without shifting her head. He was watching her intently and in silence.

When he noticed her look he asked, “What were you thinking of?”

And Merry Christmas all!
 
A bit I worked on recently.
Stephen smiled at her, “Of course, you’re welcome to come as you please.” Stephen pushed himself away from the house, “I have an idea, how about we go for a walk? I know you have your walks but what if we do one together? Maybe you can show me a few places?”

Thing thought about the proposition for a moment. I do know the area very well… the wood, the village, everything in between… “I’d like that.”

“Alright then, lead the way!” He made a general sweeping motion away from the house.

“Where do you want to go?” She hesitated.

“Anywhere you like, take me to one of your favourite places.” Stephen replied.

Home… The hills. Thing quietly sorted a mental list as he waited. How about… yes, that’s a good idea. The stream.

Thing forgot to say anything more to him and set off back down the house path eagerly. She heard a chuckle as she realized Stephen was jogging to catch up with her haste. She dipped her head embarrassed.

“I take it you’ve got a place in mind.” He sounded amused as he settled into a more normal pace by her side. “It really is a good day to be out.” He noted, taking in the surroundings. Thing counted landmarks as Stephen continued to chatter. Two trees. The big boulder to the left. She diverted quickly off the road.

“Whoa! Hold up.” Stephen ducked under some low hanging branches and attempted to keep up with the eager creature. She didn’t seem to take in much of what he said now as she focused on following the correct path.

Five saplings. Old oak. Rabbit barrow hiding in the brush. Before long the sound of water was greeting them. Thing felt an odd feeling bubbling up in her. A squeal escaped her and she darted forward with a flick of wings and tail.

“Thing!” Stephen called after her. Thing emerged from the trees and didn’t stop till she had two feet in the water, then she froze. She gazed at the water drifting downstream around her feet and stood mesmerized as if she’d not done this a hundred times before.

She heard Stephen show up behind her puffing slightly. “Wow…” he muttered. Thing looked over at him and he was staring at the scenery. The water ran clear and loud down the middle of the break in the trees, a secluded clearing that would be hard to find if you didn’t know it was there. He turned his attention to her after taking it in, “I can see why you’d like this spot.”

She watched him as he approached the stream and knelt. He placed his hand in the water beside her and let the water run through his fingers. “Do you come here often?”

Thing nodded and brought her face close to the water’s surface. She watched the stones on the stream’s bed dance in light. The water’s warm here. That’s what makes it feel better than the water that falls from the sky when it rains. The light was bright in her eyes but she ignored the discomfort. The patterns the sun and water made were calming. Thing wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she realized Stephen had been quiet the whole time. She glanced at him without shifting her head. He was watching her intently and in silence.

When he noticed her look he asked, “What were you thinking of?”

And Merry Christmas all!
:love

Merry Christmas!
 

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