What opening lines would you write about this photo for a mystery story?
How would you write the opening lines for a plot for a romance involving rain boots left out in a storm?
Last Monday I said that prompt was the last for my month focusing on YA fiction. I forgot that July had five Mondays this year. So you get a bonus YA prompt!
I chose this picture because it’s a group and the expressions and body language sparked ideas for character building. And for some reason, when I invent characters, I often develop them in groups of four, whether they are siblings or friends. Perhaps it’s because I’m one of four sisters and understand how that kind of group dynamics works.
Who are these characters? Are these girls starting out on an adventure? Or wrapping one up? They are obviously having a good time. The one on the far left is smiling but not laughing like the two girls holding hands on the right. She could be the group introvert. The girl in the background holds her head at a sassy tilt. Maybe she’s the one who has a comeback for everyone and everything.
Who do you think these characters are?
This is my last spark for YA fiction. I chose this photo because it can be used in any genre. Who is the girl and why is she hitchhiking? Is she hunting for a friend who disappeared after a murder was committed? Is she on the run from officials because she possesses special powers? Is she crossing the country to start her first year at college and her car has broken down in a remote area without cell reception?
What’s the story you imagine?
One of the perks of writing YA fiction is that you can write in any genre as along as your main character is a teen. This photo caught my attention because it looks like it was taken a hundred years ago, and about 1925, my grandfather severally injured his hand as a teenager. He was firing a muzzleloader that someone had overloaded with gunpowder, and it blew up. He lost the index finger on one hand. His father didn’t think he would be able to use his hand, which had serious consequences on a farm.
He should have know my grandfather better. He was the hardest working person I’ve ever known. The doctor told him the exercises he needed to do to regain strength and mobility in his hand. He did them no matter how much it hurt. As an adult, he ran a farm, mined coal, and eventually researched businesses for Dunn and Bradstreet.
What story do you imagine for this character?