#Truth in Fiction

[captainfreelance1]

Dinosaurs S2 E9 Unmarried with Children GIFset (2/2)

The First Apperence of the Sinclairs neighbor and friend Monica Devertebrate.

[quietflorilegium]

“Only thin, weak thinkers despise fairy stories. Each one has a true, strange fact hidden in it, you know, which you can find if you look.”

Thomas Lynn, Diana Wynne Jones, "Fire and Hemlock"

[lelithamoon]

Chapter 1: Truth in Fiction

Alright. After what I've just announced, I'm going to share my first writing practice. The first chapter of Neil Gaiman's Masterclass was about "Truth in Fiction" 

"If you're going to write… you have to be willing to do the equivalent of walking down a street naked. You have to be able to show too much of yourself. You have to be just a little more honest than you're comfortable with… "

[by Neil Gaiman]

This quote is a wonderful metaphor of what I experienced while writing. To be honest: I was afraid. I feared the judgment and even more that I would expose certain people and they would get a whiff of it. Confronting and cornering. I feared, and still do, bringing myself into a vulnerable position. Nevertheless I wrote it and will even confront me with posting this personal text. I'm still wondering, because that topic had to be the very first one. Not because I don't really understand it, more because I felt this uncomfortable and I had a really tough time to start. Let's say it was quite an experience. 

As announced, I'm going to upload my original version first. Underneath that you will find my version of the translation. 

Original Version:

Ein ohrenbetäubendes Dröhnen legte sich wie ein schwerer Umhang um meinen Körper. Raubte mir die Sinne und schlug wie gewaltige Wassermassen auf mich ein, nahm mir die Luft zum Atmen. Ich fühlte mich ausgeliefert, hilflos. Wie gerne wäre ich geflohen, doch mein Körper gehorchte mir nicht. 

Vor mir bäumte sich die Fratze des Mannes auf, der mich in diese schreckliche Situation gebracht hatte. Verzerrt vor Wut redete sie auf mich ein. Versuchte zu mir durch zu dringen, mich zu irgendwas zu bringen, doch hatte mein Geist den Raum längst verlassen. Starre Abwesenheit empfing die Worte des Anderen. Er hatte seine Brust aufgebläht und versuchte so mächtig wie nur möglich zu wirken. Eigentlich traurig, dass er dieses Bedürfnis hatte, immerhin stand er vor einem 14-Jährigen Kind. 

"...Ich habe dir das Ganze erst ermöglicht!" Polterte er, seine stechenden Augen auf mich gerichtet. 

"Du solltest mir Dankbarkeit zeigen, indem du sechs Stunden täglich dafür arbeitest!"

Träge drangen diese Wortfetzen zu mir durch, ehe ich mich abermals aus der Realität zurückzog. Wo war meine Mutter? Sollte sie nicht in dieser Situation für mich da sein? Ich sehnte mich nach ihrer wohltuenden Wärme. Ich hatte solche Angst. Sie zerfraß mich förmlich und breitete sich eiskalt in mir aus. Ich sehnte mich nach der Frau, die mich immer beschützte, doch ich war allein. Mir war zum Weinen zumute. 

"...Du weißt, dass ich die Macht über deine Mutter habe, dass sie tut, was ich ihr sage!"

Ich fiel. Der Boden wurde mir entrissen und die Wassermassen zerrten mich mit sich. Meine Hoffnung auf Hilfe zersplitterte vor meinen Augen, als ich realisierte, dass er Recht hatte. Die Worte des Mannes sorgten dafür, dass mir meine Mutter auf einmal so fern wirkte. Ich begriff, dass ich von ihr keine Hilfe mehr erwarten durfte. Das warme, sichere Gefühl, das ich immer mit ihr verbunden hatte, verschwand. Sie lief davon, ohne sich noch einmal umzudrehen, und ließ mich alleine in einer Wüste aus Ungewissheit zurück. 

English Version:

A deafening roar wrapped around me like a suffocating cloak. Ravishing my senses and drowning me in its floods. I felt lost and helpless. I would have liked to flee but my body refused to obey. The grimace of the man, which had brought me into this frightful situation, reared up. Talked to me, contorted in anger. Trying to come through, persuade me, but my mind had already left this place. Numbness greeted the words of the other one. His chest was swollen, as he tried to appear as mighty as possible. Pitiful indeed, that he had this need, as he stood just in front of a 14 years old child.

"...I just made all of this possible!" He screamed, his eyes piercing right through me.

"You must express your gratitude by working six hours a day!"

Sluggish those scraps of words reached me, before I withdrew reality once again. Where was my mother? Shouldn't she be with me? I craved her comforting warmth. I was so scared. It consumed me, as it unfolds inside. I craved the woman, which always had shielded me, but I was alone. I wanted to cry.

"... You know that I have the power to make your mother behave as I wish!"

I fell. The ground vanished underneath my feet, as the floods swept me away. The hope for help shattered in front of my eyes, as I recognized the truth behind his words. Dragging my mother far away, as I realized that my hope for support undoubtedly was lost forever. The warm, comforting feeling vanished as well, as she left without turning back. Leaving me in a dessert of uncertainty.

[brunhielda]

This is how classic literature works man.

Was anyone talking about queer issues at that time? No.

Was the author queer?

Yes.

Did this story stick around because EVERYONE knows that kid that just doesn’t fit?

Yes.

When you put truth into fictional stories, it sticks around and speaks to the people it needs to speak to.

This is why stories MATTER

Yeah you're right. It WOULD be pretty fucked up if you were a swan but you were raised by ducks and you grew up never seeing another swan or even knowing that such a thing as a swan even existed so you just thought you were a duck with something super wrong with it.

[mandyraine]

How to create a sense of verisimilitude in your novel | Novel revision tips

Are unicorns real? Convince me! #unicornsarereal

Verisimilitude is the appearance of truth or reality in a work of fiction. It is the quality of a story that makes it seem believable, even if it is not actually true. Verisimilitude is created by the writer’s use of details, language, and characterization. There are two main types of verisimilitude: internal and external. Even though unicorns may not exist in real life, your treatment of them…

[randumblygeneratedusername]

“I try to live in a world where I don’t let the story ruin…

I allow the possibility to go past what I’m told the story is

That things can be even wilder than the rational explanation”

Rick Rubin

[jannahill]

Here Truth & Fiction Collide

“ All eyes were on Wall Street, but truth be told, the market crash paled in comparison to the Navarro County drought.” The news of Black Tuesday came and went as little more than dry morsels between flapjacks and red-eyed gravy. Black Thursday was no different. Margin calls and ticker-talk; it was all a foreign language to the average man of Navarro county. New York, Chicago and any place not…

[gallopinggrasshoppers]

I identify as this

on feeling

anne carson red doc (via @metamorphesque) \\ kazuo ishiguro never let me go (via @liriostigre) \\ franz kafka the diaries of franz kafka, 1910-1913: "january 3, 1912" (via @dailykafka) \\ jeanette winterson why be happy when you could be normal (via @strykerlancer) \\ søren kierkegaard (1839) (via @tamsoj) \\ cameron awkward-rich the child formally known as _________ \\ jean-paul sartre nausea (via @metamorphesque) \\ adam wolfond the ripples are ongoing acts \\ catherine gildiner good morning, monster: five heroic journeys to emotional recovery (via @weltenwellen)

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[marzipanandminutiae]

quotes by Victorians about the 1920s view of their generation's women

"We are frequently told that the Victorian woman...generally behaved like a pampered and neurotic infant. This is all moonshine. I do not think that I ever saw a woman faint before I came to London in 1869, and not often after then...they enjoyed a hearty laugh, and a good many of them a contest of wits with any man." -Nineteenth Century, a Monthly Review, 1927 (written by a man born in 1850)

"What queer ideas the girl of 1929 has about the Victorian period- they are not a bit true...Marriage was by no means the end and aim of our existence. Oxford and Cambridge claimed quite a few of us after school days were over. We had great ideas about 'life' and what it all might mean to us." -St. Petersburg Times, 1929 (written by a woman born in 1853)

"True, debutantes were chaperoned at balls. But that fact did not prevent them from dancing as frequently as they chose with their favorite partners. The idea that girls in the Victorian era spent their days sewing seams and practicing scales is another fallacy." -Gettysburg Times, July 1, 1927 (quote from the Dowager Lady Raglan, Ethel Jemima Somerset, who lived from 1857 to 1940)

[bexmontgomery]

This is Why I Write: Embracing Dark Truths

Stop by, we have the lovely Vanessa Morgan kicking off our new series with: This is Why I Write: Embracing Dark Truths

We are super pumped to have Vanessa Morgan guest posting today to kick off our new guest post series This is Why I Write. For those of you that are familiar with our This is Why I Read series; This is Why I Write will serve as a regular feature where we will be offering guests (in this case writers and authors from all forms and genres) the chance to talk about why they write and offer insights…

[captainfreelance1]

Dinosaurs S2 E9 Unmarried with Children (1/2) GIFset

The First Apperence of the Sinclairs neighbor and friend Monica Devertebrate.

[ebysse]

the snape living space

[fox-teeth]

Will this academic rivalry between two nerdy, socially awkward witches lead them to greater magical heights--or a life of CRIME?!

Find out only in the Perfect Crime Party anthology from Iron Circus Comics -- only a few hours left to back!

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[summerwages]

rainy day ringed-neck...

Now I'm not saying for certain that this is a spirit bird but I will point out that we live miles from where a pheasant would likely be and I have been thinking of trying to establish a flock so had just returned home from purchasing buckwheat and pipers sudangrass seed for spring planting and here is this hen pheasant so I'm not saying it isn't either...

[thewaitingluna]

I am taking my words back. I am taking my feelings back. I am taking them all back. Nobody has the right to them, not anymore.