What does it take for an author to write compelling and successful Sci-Fi and Fantasy stories?

There is no such thing as fiction. Who are we to say that alternate realities do not exist?

This is the inspired theme that I use presently in my own fantasy stories of The Morning Star series, and the divine theme that I teach to my aspiring authors across my Story Launching programs.

To write a compelling Science Fiction and or a Fantasy story, authors are coached to write their world as if they are as real as their own believable reality that they reside.

The success of any Sci-Fi and Fantasy Story depends entirely upon the believability of the world they are creating, and this believability begins with the author believing it first.

The preparation and creation of this world, of course, is expanded and expounded upon by the author as the story evolves. And many of these details may never appear in the narrative for the reader. The details of such believable realities are woven and crafted by and for the author ultimately as the book’s foundation.

And only from this believable world do the setting, characters, dialogue, conflict, theme, and story emerge.

Mariah’s Dance

Mariah danced and twirled through the falling flakes. Her extra-large snow boots, handed down from her big brother, collected the moist powder pilling upon the street. Just as the snowflakes, she shone in her unique youthful beauty.

Her auburn locks bounced against her shoulders and ebony skin shone like frozen dew. The reflection in her eyes was as unique as each intricate laced crystal descending.

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On Mariah danced while holding hands with school friends: close friends and one or two beaux through college and then finally her soul mate once the winds had gentled and the heavy white flakes swept down. They all had accompanied her in this snowflake crescendo.

The abrupt winds of life tasseled her hair and tore her skirts. The snowflakes continued to steadily fall, occasionally entangled in the treetops, to inevitable continue their descent as the sunshine kissed her once rosy cheeks leaving lines of laughter beside her almond eyes and smile as she twirled.

Pigtails and ponytails once peeked from beneath her woolen hats. Long flowing locks, the envy of the times, relented to shorter curls where snowflakes now could not be noticed amid the white in her hair as they rested along their descent.

And like the snowflake’s inevitable tumble, Mariah watched her babies and then her grandbabies grow and dance amid the falling snow.

Mariah’s Dance

A little story about the beautifully inevitable passage of time.

 

Mariah danced and twirled through the falling flakes. Her extra large snow boots, handed down from her big brother, collected the moist powder piling upon the street. Just as the snowflakes, she shone in her unique youthful beauty.

Her auburn locks bounced against her shoulders and ebony skin shone like frozen dew. The reflection in her eyes was as unique as each intricate laced crystal descending.

On Mariah danced while holding hands with school friends: close friends and one or two beaux through college and then finally her soul mate once the winds had gentled and the heavy white flakes swept down. They all had accompanied her in this snowflake crescendo.

The Abrupt winds of life tasseled her hair and tore her skirts. The snowflakes continued to steadily fall, occasionally entangled in the treetops, to inevitable continue their descent as the sunshine kissed her once rosy cheeks leaving lines of laughter beside her almond eyes and smile as she twirled.

Pigtails and ponytails once peeked from beneath her woolen hats. Long flowing locks, the envy of the times, relented to shorter curls where snowflakes now could not be noticed amid the white in her hair as they rested along their descent.

And like the snowflake’s inevitable tumble, Mariah watched her babies and then her grandbabies grow and dance amid the falling snow.

-Ondi Laure