Okay, CoCo, that's the main portion of your posts on that thread...
A few comments and suggestions, if I may...
Please think of this thread - and the other thread[s] - as WORKSHEETS...
True, they're a testament to your talents, but... I'd like to see you do the following:
Start using Word. I really felt the limitations of using this website as a "worksheet"; the inability to go back and edit posts past 30-minutes time is fine for a chat site, but limits the ability to edit and clean up text, errors, insert new text, and so on...
In Word....
1. Make a story outline. Think of it as the 'skeleton' which will give all of your stories a cohesive 'form'.
2. Make a section for the "backstory". Every "story" has a "back-story", and you'll be pulling from this "back-story" to inform the readers of the whole picture, as the story progresses...
3. Make several sections following your actual text, one for character development (the characters' back stories), one for a selection of names to use for characters, one for location information - the 'lay' of the land, color and appearance of the surroundings, time of year, climate, flora and fauna, and so on..., and perhaps a section for future story ideas. (Your writing is such, that new ideas seem to spring up within every written section - that can be a GOOD thing, if you put the new ideas 'on file', and stay on-track with your original story/narration...)
Here's my idea or concept of a "story outline" for your "The Cabin" story...
This is JUST AN EXAMPLE - you'll need to take this story IN YOUR OWN DIRECTION...
"The Cabin" - outline:
(You'll notice that this is a really rough, "hit the tops of the waves" outline... I've found that, after the main outline, one needs to have "sub-outlines" to clarify what happens in certain scenes in more detail....)
Man and woman - and son - arrive at cabin. They're financially destitute; have no other place to stay.
Man goes off to work at job that he's totally unsuited for. Woman tries to make cabin a home, but fails miserably. She misses previous life so much, that she falls into deep depression.
Son is fairly oblivious to what is going on - he's around 8 - 10 years old, and still has confidence in his parents' ability to "protect" him.
But there's something strange about the cabin...
There's a strange dark brown stain on the cabin floor...
Strange noises in the cabin, when no one's there...
Strange sounds in the forest - moans, sighs, whispers....
Son begins to notice something in the woods. He cannot quite make it out, but his curiosity is piqued.
Meantime, his mother is quietly going crazy. She comes closer and closer to the point of killing her son and herself. But the son, though upset by the changes in his mother, does not want to see the growing insanity in her eyes, or the growing danger to himself.
Meantime, that 'thing' in the woods becomes more alluring. He tries to sneak into the woods to see what is there...
But the question is - will the thing in the woods kill him? Or is it there to protect him from the evil in the cabin...???
"The Cabin" - backstory:
This is set in the (1930's... 1940's... 1960's... Need a time period... Let's say late 1940's...)
In a remote cabin in a wild and lonely forest clearing, a murder once took place. Years after the murder, some of the murder victim's distant relatives fall on hard times. The war [WWII] is over, but the father's investments took a real beating - he'd invested heavily in Dresden porcelain and German machinery factories, which had basically wiped out the family's fortune.
His wife received the double disappointment of learning that her husband had lost their fortune, while supporting, in a distant way, the vicious Nazi regime and it's pogrom against Jewish people...
The disappointment was doubly painful, as the wife's family, who had provided a generous dowry with their daughter at their wedding, were proudly Jewish.
Many of their distant relatives had died in the camps...
The father's [Mr. Vincent???] ancestry consisted of Engish and German blood, but with a twist of Romanian blood - there was talk of some dissipated Romanian count who was put to death in Bucharest for the deaths of several young peasant lasses, but that dark family secret had only been whispered of in his father's drawing room, and certainly was not been spoken of after his marriage to the dark and lovely Jewish girl, Elizabeth, who'd brought a sizeable dowry into the marriage.
The cabin itelf and the land it was situated upon, had originally belonged to a crusty old mountain man, an "indian fighter" with a nasty reputation. He'd gotten drunk one night and had disappeared into the woods, never to be heard from again.
After his death, the cabin and land had been sold to Mr. Vincent's distant relatives, who had modernized and improved the cabin to use as a summer getaway. But they had suffered several unexplained tragedies of their own while using the cabin in the summers.....
One child had drowned in the nearby stream...
One had fallen from a tree and been crippled for life...
One had simply disappeared, as had the cabin's original owner...
The final straw was the murder that had occurred in the cabin, between the distant relative's remaining members - the mother of the children, her last remaining son, and the woman's second husband. A fight had erupted between the mother and her second husband - he'd always been of a vile, evil temper - and in attempting to protect his mother from the stepfather, the son had stepped between them at the instant the mother raised a long, sharp pair of scissors to end the man's long reign of terror over she and her son's lives...
The son was stabbed to the heart, and bled to death on the green linolium floor of the cabin. The mother was declared insane and locked up in a sanitorium, while the stepfather sold the cabin to Mr. Varrick, who bought it, sight unseen... Then the vile stepfather had subsequently drank himself to death...
This was the atmosphere that Elizabeth and Mr. Vincent found themselves in - broke, limited to this miserable and creepy cabin in the woods, with Mr. Vincent leaving for long period of time to work as a lumberjack at a nearby sawmill/lumber operation - a job that he was woefully inadequate for, but forced to struggle onwards to provide a meager lifeline for his tiny family...
The stresses and difficulties were weighing heavily upon him. There were days in which he wondered whether they might all be better off, if the kerosene heater in the cabin just gave out a fatal dose of carbon monoxide and they all went to sleep and never woke up again...
What will be the resolution of this story? Who will die? Will anyone survive?
"The Cabin" - character names list:
Character names: the wife: Sarah, Vashti, Malina, Merari... Whoops... Never mind... I guess her name's "Elizabeth Vincent", nee "Freitas"...
the husband: Bailey, Brock, Varrick... I like "Varrick" - old English term for "stronghold" - good irony for the situation with the cabin and the loss of the family's fortune.... But it doesn't go well with "Vincent" - Varrick Vincent... Naaah....
the son: - well, far as I can tell, he's already named "Andy"...
"The Cabin" - character development:
Elizabeth Vincent is a cultivated, fragile, gentle, mild woman who's been pushed to the very edge. Not only has her husband [??] Mr. Vincent betrayed her by helping the enemies of her people [going with the idea that she's Jewish, as I postulated above], but his betrayal led to her being dumped into the middle of these cold, dark woods where even the sunlight appears afraid to tread.
She's struggling to maintain her sanity. To avoid killing her own beloved son. But the dark thoughts that seep into her mind, drag her ever closer to the unthinkable crime... The deaths of her distant relatives - indeed, of so terribly many of her people - in those German concentration camps, makes her determined to avoid such an act. But the thought of killing her offsring has a bizarre, diseased fascination for her - and she fears that coal-black evil, which occasionally takes the form of German officers in her dreams, dragging her son out of her flailing arms to shoot him like a dog in the street.
But in the dream, hers is the finger that pulls the trigger ...
[? first name not determined yet...] Vincent... Mr. Vincent is, at heart, a staid and eminently practical Englishman - or so he thinks. His marriage to Elizabeth was the 'right' thing to do; she was young, moldable, willing, and decently attractive. The generous dowry which enriched his pockets and added to his personal fortune upon their marriage, made it the perfect mating.
It was most unfortunate that his business affairs went so badly awry - and he had had absolutely NO idea that the Germans were committing such terrible crimes! After all, he hadn't set out to do such things himself, he couldn't control what the Germans did with the funds he'd invested. He'd trusted his business associates who were much closer to the situation to make the decent, proper decisions. Several of them had attended Oxford with them - what ever had happened to the gentlemanly behavior expected of such illustrious graduates of that elevated almumni???
And then there was that damned, inconvenient war... Bloody tragedy what had happened to London; he wondered what was left of the city in which he'd spent much of his youth. Occasionally a chill thought passed through the back of Mr. Vincent's mind; how much of HIS money had contributed to that German "blitskrieg", but he usually succeeded in pushing that thought totally out of his mind.
And now Elizabeth was wracked with guilt. Well, why should she be? She hadn't had anything to do with the situation. She seemed to expect him to feel guilty, too. But all of Mr. Vincent's energies were being taken up by the daily struggle for survival. Some days he hobbled home, too weak even to think - and he had been accorded such accolades at Oxford, in his school days, too... "Most likely to succeed", they'd said, and he'd believed it too....
Then there's Andy... A disingenuous child, open, happy in spite of the private hells his parents were suffering through, he seemed almost magical at times - in possession of a fey's knowledge of the forest and nature. The boy kept talking about some 'creatures' in the woods... Surely his active imagination had conjured up visions of Old World fairies...
[Description of Andy is more the way his father perceives him, than actual character development from Andy's point of view...]
And that's my example of using an outline, backstory, character names' list and character development sections as support for your writing efforts...
You - and Sylvia/Snowbird - have miscellaneous poetry pieces, and Sylvia/Snowbird has several good story vignettes which I will eventually put into an anthology of her own...
But I've got to get back to my own murder mysteries... I'd like to start submitting stories within a few months - like that's going to happen, ha ha....
Happy writing to you, CoCo!!!
Zid