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[wordsmagic100]

I'm not that much of a story writer; I'm more of a poet. But I feel like writing a story called "Intuition." It would be about a teenage boy who has, well, intuition, or ESP, clairvoyance, etc. So anyway, he knows what will happen to his town and when. And 99% of the time, he is right. Then, the government finds out about him. For his most important insight, he might be wrong, because he knows when he is right. And many communities and towns and cities are shunning him because he is "supernatural and unknown."  So, what will happen to him, the town, and the country?

Does this sound like a good story?  Should I write it? And give me some tips on how I can start writing and keep writing, and names? Thanks so much.

MY STORY IDEA UPDATES  ARE BELOW

[Chaosmancer]

The basis of the book seems solid, a kid with the ability to feel or see future events is great material, but I got a little lost about his most important insight being that he might be wrong, and why everyone would know about him. As for if yo should write it, yes. Even if it turns out to stink during the first couple of drafts if you feel like writing a story write it. AS for tips, I got no clue, I'm just muddling through this stuff as best I can. A lot of people think that forcing yourself to write every day s good. Others think you should keep journals or records and use them to inspire you. I've heard dozens of ideas, I say do whatever you think you need to do. Good Lcuk  :green:

[wordsmagic100]

Thanks.

And I have some more information too:
He can read people's minds and do predictions, as you know already, but he was born with some kind of "unknown brain problem." Everyone shuns him because he is too different. And the thing about his most important insight is something that will help the country, or state, or town, I'm not sure yet lol.

[wordsmagic100]

Thanks.

And I have some more information too:
He can read people's minds and do predictions, as you know already, but he was born with some kind of "unknown brain problem." Everyone shuns him because he is too different. And the thing about his most important insight is something that will help the country, or state, or town, I'm not sure yet lol.

UPDATED: People don't always believe that he can read minds and predict things. He thought that he needed some way to show that he's real. Later on, the government tells him to forget about school and help them predict when wars and economic crises (lol) and other things like that will be. He is not sure whether or not to do this... oh, and I haven't decided on a name yet...

[Chaosmancer]

Sounds like you have a sleazy government official to me  :green:

Just so you know I am reading all of the new posts here even if I don't say anything. Honestly it might be good to have a "sounding board"  believe they are called. I think it's just a person or thing you talk t about your ideas so you can work them out. This is really shaping up keep goin'  :clap:

[wordsmagic100]

Thanks so much. I'll try to find one of those "boards." lol. Anyway, I also am still deciding on the character's names, and the title, which I want to change now, unless I would come up with it while writing...

[Chaosmancer]

LOL, I meant you could use this as a sounding board. Though an actually person would be better, sometimes I wish I had someone like that who I could just bounce ideas off of. I'm too stubborn to try and set something up here though, I have too much fun teasing fans like Timmie with little clues. I can be really mean sometimes  :green:

[Lynn]

Wordsmagic,

Don't fret too much over character names and title. Just keep going with your story. The more you hang out with your characters, the more they will tell you about themselves, including their names.

The title? Well, a publisher is likely to change that, anyway.    ???

Happy writing!

Lynn

[wordsmagic100]

Thanks, Lynn. I mean, I could change the title anytime I want, and the character names anyway. And plus, I'm starting to think more about the actual plot and story and meaning now. Thanks.

[Mysteria]

Your story sounds really interesting! I have a hard time sometimes developing long and intricate plots so this is really impressive. Lynn is completely right. Characters names can change at the click of a mouse, and the title often comes at the end and will likely get changed if published so no biggie there. You should definitely stick to developing your plot (and sub-plots if you have any). I say start writing... and be sure to keep us posted on it!!

[wordsmagic100]

Thanks for the advice. I've started to type my first draft on Microsoft Word. It's called Untitled As Of Now. lol

[Mysteria]

lol... great working title I'm so happy to hear you started writing it already! Good luck

[Lynn]

How, by the way, is that first chapter coming along?

Not that you have to write the first chapter first. Some write the last chapter first. Or the middle. Or an outline.

 Whatever you're doing to further your story, keep us posted, okay?

[wordsmagic100]

Alright. I was going to post it on here chapter by chapter like some other posters do for their stories. And I'll post what I have soon.

[wordsmagic100]

This is what I have for the first chapter so far. Please tell me where I can improve and how. And any other suggestions, questions, and comments will do too. lol. So, here it is:

They say that I was born with “some sort of brain problem, and we don’t know what it is,” which is how my mother said it when she was driving us home from the doctor two years ago after I finally finished screaming in anguish about my throbbing head. Once I buckled my seatbelt securely, I forced myself asleep, trying to ease the pain as much as possible. After about a minute, I felt an oddly familiar sensation in my mind. Every sound started to evaporate, including the sound of my own breathing. 
At first, there was nothing but blackness and silence, but then a light fog lurked into my vision. The first thing I saw after the blurs was a chubby figure that looked like a human. It started to resemble a man with a red shirt and a black tie, and he had what looked like black hair. The fog still continued to crawl away slowly, but I noticed that this man had black hair and a strange hairstyle. It looked like he didn’t comb his hair, but it looked as if he had applied a gel of some type to it because it shone a little. His left shoe had the smallest dent in it, and I finally noticed a nametag on his shirt that read: MR. DANIELS, in large letters against a white background. The image expanded and became increasingly vivid, until I was in my pre-algebra class. He looked like he was a substitute teacher. He was writing a problem on the board, but then somebody whispered something behind me. I couldn’t completely make it out, but it was a male voice whispering to another male something about Mr. Daniel’s big stomach, which bulged out and made his tie look like it would fit a five-year-old boy.
Mr. Daniels slowly turned around and dropped the marker he was writing with to the floor. Pointing to who he thought had said it, he screamed at the top of his lungs, “DETENTION!”
It’s still weird that I can so clearly remember my dreams, but I know it is part of what the doctors were calling my “brain problem.”
The motor must have kept me asleep, because when it stopped purring, my eyes opened. At that instant, I felt lightheaded, and that’s when I remembered we were going to the hospital that day. My mother got out of the car and opened my door, helping me do the same. She held my hand and lifted me until I stood up and closed the door. We had parked directly in front of the hospital, so it wasn’t too far of a walk to the front door.
When we walked in, a doctor noticed my condition and led us right to my room, where I would be tested and examined.
After I lay down and settled myself, the doctors talked to me seriously about how I was feeling. I answered, telling them how I screamed in anguish and how my head was throbbing. Then, I talked about how I blacked out in the car, and then, finally, I found myself talking about the dream. That is when they told me to close my eyes and relax.
 I knew that I would have to endure all of the pain again.
      

[Lynn]

Back to your original questions:

"Does this sound like a good story?  Should I write it? And give me some tips on how I can start writing and keep writing, and names?"

Yes. Yes. And write on!

I really like this. Written in first person, it's easy to relate to the character. At this point in the story, the reader doesn't even need to know a name. The events and conflict keep the reader reading.

You should also post in Critiques & Reviews. Maybe you'll get some more input.

Thanks for sharing. I'd like to read more.

Lynn

[wordsmagic100]

Thanks, Lynn, and yes, I probably should post this in that forum page too.

[wordsmagic100]

This is what I now have for the first chapter of the story. I've edited since the last one. So, enjoy, and just like before, any comments, questions, and suggestions will do. Here it is:

They say that I was born with “some sort of brain problem, and we don’t know what it is,” which is how my mother said it when she was driving us home from the doctor two years ago after I finally finished screaming in anguish about my throbbing head. Once I buckled my seatbelt securely, I forced myself asleep, trying to ease the pain as much as possible. After about a minute, I felt an oddly familiar sensation in my mind. Every sound started to evaporate, including the sound of my own breathing. 
At first, there was nothing but blackness and silence, but then a light fog lurked into my vision. The first thing I saw after the mist was a chubby figure that looked like a human. It started to resemble a man with a red shirt and a black tie, and he had what looked like black hair. The fog still continued to crawl away slowly, but I noticed that this man had black hair and a strange hairstyle. It looked like he didn’t comb his hair, but it looked as if he had applied a gel of some type to it because it shone a little. His left shoe had the smallest dent in it, and I finally noticed a nametag on his shirt that read: MR. DANIELS, in large letters against a white background. The image expanded and became increasingly vivid, until I was in my pre-algebra class. He looked like he was a substitute teacher. He was writing a problem on the board, but then somebody whispered something behind me. I couldn’t completely make it out, but it was a male voice whispering to another male something about Mr. Daniel’s big stomach, which bulged out and made his tie look like it would fit a five-year-old boy.
Mr. Daniels slowly turned around and dropped the marker he was writing with to the floor. Pointing to who he thought had said it, he screamed at the top of his lungs, “DETENTION!”
It’s still weird that I can so clearly remember my dreams, but I know it is part of what the doctors were calling my “brain problem.”
The motor must have kept me asleep, because when it stopped purring, my eyes opened. At that instant, I felt lightheaded, and that’s when I remembered we were going to the hospital that day. My mother got out of the car and opened my door, helping me do the same. She held my hand and lifted me until I stood up and closed the door. We had parked directly in front of the hospital, so it wasn’t too far of a walk to the front door.
When we walked in, a doctor noticed my condition and led us right to my room, where I would be tested and examined.
After I lay down and settled myself, the doctors talked to me seriously about how I was feeling. I answered, telling them how I screamed in anguish and how my head was throbbing. Then, I talked about how I blacked out in the car, and then, finally, I found myself talking about the dream. That is when they told me to close my eyes and relax.
I knew that I would have to endure all of the pain again, but I also knew I had to.
Like before, in the car, I drifted off into another world, with every thing I saw and sound I heard evaporating away. 
This dream began with the same ritual as the first one, with the mist closing me in from nowhere in particular, and the darkness, but after that, I began to have a blurry vision. It soon expanded enough for me to see my town in mayhem. People were running around haphazardly, and there was screaming.
After that, it ended.
The egg-white ceiling began to flow back into view, along with my mother and the two doctors in the room, whose nametags read Mrs. Coltson and Mr. Johnston-Meyers; the latter name barely fit on the small nametag.
Mrs. Coltson looked down at me from the conversation that must have been going on. “What did you see this time?”
“My town in pandemonium. It was terrible. I have a rare condition, don’t I, doctor?”
Both thought for a moment, but Mr. Johnston-Meyers replied, “We don’t know, but perhaps you do.”
Those words made me feel even worse. “What do you think the diagnosis is?”

[Lynn]

The edit is better.

How goes the next part?

[wordsmagic100]

That was a fun cliffhanger. lol. The next part will be when he is at school. This might might be when he discovers his powers. And I gave him a name by the way. Michel. Tell me how you like it please.