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posted by vampiress015
I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we l’amour to write, right? If so then toi all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all l’amour our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer l’amour em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that your character isn't a Mary Sue, because trust me, when I first started to write there were Sue's all over my story- it was the worst story in the world. Most readers want to be able to see the characters fall then come back up again- it's plus entertaining.

Step-by-step guide: Mary Sue's

Okay so most of toi must be asking who Mary Sue is? She's the prettist, most intelligent, gets all the boys kinda girl who saves the day, has no flaws and every other character in your story loves her. toi hate her already, don't you? Why? Because toi can't relate to her (/him, it can be a boy too). toi don't want her in your story-unless its a parody about a Mary Sue, but thats another story- she'll make the reader puke with all the rainbows and fées surrounding her. So here's how to make sure she doesn't creep in.

Think about your main character, and answer these questions.

1.What's her name? Did toi spend a whole hour/day (please don't say week) picking it?
Did toi choose it for the meaning?
2.Describe her.
3.Does she solve all the problems without any help at all? What does she get for solving these problems?
4.Does she have any enemies?

Okay.Done? Lets see what your réponses mean...

1. Her name? Why it's Princess. (sorry if this is someones name and they do have a genuine reason for picking it) But if toi chose this name just because it means Princess, ou toi have another name that means Princess ou loved one ou anything that relates to what your character is like, then think about changing it-it's a bit vain/too much. If not and toi answered no to the other two questions then well done, that's one of the criteria out of the way.

Note: My first characters name was Sadie which means Princess- don't worry,we all fall into the same traps.

2. Does she look plus beautiful than a model, even without any make-up and even though she's just a normal human being? We all have flaws, even sparkely vampires do-Rosalie anyone?

Like I a dit above about Rosalie, if your character does look like a model and it's not a side effect of being a vampire/werewolf/witch/wizard/any other mythical being, then toi can usually balance them out par making them really mean, ou stupid- but that only really works for minor characters most of them time. toi want your main character to be relatable. Although that isn't always the case- take Blart: the boy who didn't want to save the world, he's ugly, stupid and mean, but nobody can relate to him that much. Saying that the book is a kinda parody about wizards being stupid and knights being far from noble. Anyway, I'm straying away from the point...

3. Everybody needs help, as nobody can be right all the time- it's part of being human, and if your character is relatable then she's going to have to make a mistake sometime ou other.
And I hope they don't have everybody worshipping them for solving it- the villan at least is going to hate her.

4. Okay so a villan is an enemy. But I'm sure there are people in your life that don't like toi (hate/enemy is a strong word). And if she is a Mary Sue, then in real life people are gonna dislike her for going out with a boy they like, ou getting the highest marks in the test when she didn't revise at all. Everybody has people that l’amour 'em and hate 'em, same for your character.

I think that if toi try and fix these points your character should be plus believable- they worked for me. Of course your character could already be perfectly fine.

I'm not an expert at writing, and everybody's stories are different, so these points won't work for every character. But I just thought I'd pass on what I've learnt from other young writers cos they really help. I mean, can toi name a Mary Sue in your life?

If this didn't help toi can always take a Mary Sue litmus test. I recommend link
posted by para-scence
"Honey, do toi feel guilty for what your parents did?" Dr. Bellamont asked. We were in the middle of a session that I was being forced to participate in. I shrugged. "I think toi do," she a dit quietly. I clenched my hands into fists. It made me mad that she assumed that. It also made me mad that she was also kind of right.

Dr. Bellamont went on for a while, saying about how it wasn't my fault for what my parents did. After a couple minutes I got sick of listening to her and blocked everything out. She sighed.

"Hecate? Are toi even listening?" she asked. I nodded, and she raised an eyebrow. I...
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posted by Insight357
“Yes, that’s right,” I nodded my head. Trying to convince myself I was strong enough to do this. “I’m leaving you! You’re hateful and abuse me! I deserve better than you!” Kind of…
    “You’re really going to leave me, Erik? But what about all the fun we had together?” He took another step toward me. I cringed, stop being so afraid, I sternly told myself.
    “Fun for toi maybe. All I’ve gained from this relationship was these,” I stuck out my arm and pointed to my face. He only looked at me and shook his head.
    “I...
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posted by para-scence
**4 years later...**

"Are we there yet?" Hollis asked.

"Almost," Blake said.

"You're excited to see Aunt Dezzie, aren't you?" I asked, turning around in the passenger siège of our car. Hollis grinned eagerly from the backseat. Even though Desiree is six years older than her, they still get along well. Desiree enjoys watching over Hollis, and playing with her niece.

We were driving out to Dad's house for Christmas. The whole town was covered in a thick blanket of snow, and it was still falling. We soon came up to the driveway. Blake got Hollis out of her car seat, and she ran up the sidewalk to Grandma...
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posted by para-scence
Hollis was definitely a handful. But I loved her anyways. I never thought I'd have kids. At all. When I was younger, I'd always thought kids were annoying, gross, whiny, and a bunch of other non-enjoyable things. Sure, it was kind of annoying that I could barely get any sleep, but it wasn't Hollis' fault. She was just a baby. Even when I was sixteen and Desiree had been born, sure I thought she was cute. But I could've never seen myself having kids of my own.

Things have changed.

Hollis is now my whole world, along with Blake. Blake is everything and anything I could ask for in a husband. Hollis...
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posted by Skitty_Love
Celeste's POV

Huff... Huff... I think... I Lost her for good.. I sat exhausted on the fuchsia colored l’amour siège in the living room. Thoughts raced through my mind that seemed like 800-mph! "Celeste? Honey, why do toi look so pooped out?" I looked up, it was Aunt Natalie, with her mellow look. "Ah, yeah I.. Never-mind, i-its nothing!" She tilted her head, I guess I just made it plus suspicious.. She came and sat down suivant to me. "C'mon sweetie, toi can tell auntie anything!" She petted my head gently. Aunt Natalie was always a lot nicer than my mother, shes never too hard on me, and she really...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Angel's POV

BAM!! I quickly shut the Il était une fois door to the wizard lair. My breath is running away from me as I did before. "Woah! Whas'up with you?" Not now Tyler!!! "Nothing! Absolutamente nada!" Did I just speak Spanish those two last words? "It seems like something is up. C'mon. Tell Tyler everything toi know." Why is he trying to comfort me? I hug onto my month-older brother. "Well, I ran into a Witch in the for-" Tyler quickly pushes me very hard away from him. "YOU WHAT?!?" Do I have to repeat it? "I. Met. A. Witch. In. The. Woods." I think I clarified that enough! "I can't believe this!!...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Angel's POV

All of my life, it's been pretty much very normal. With school, home, and learning some new spells. As a wizard myself, we have to keep our gift, a secret. There's nothing worse than confronting a witch. Ohh...! Just thinking about those ogres gives me the chills! The magical setting in our family wizard lair is deep in a closet. To tell toi the truth, it's rather large! If toi open my closet door (which is the entrance to the wizard lair) it will just be a normal clothing closet. But if toi cast a certain spell on it, the closet is now the wizard lair. My dad, Miguel is the full...
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posted by para-scence
I brought Hera and Desiree accueil the suivant morning. Hera begged me not to tell Dad and Kara what really happened last night. For a moment, I considered just telling them the truth. At least they'd make sure it never happened again. But then I stopped. It was just one time, right?

"Only if toi promise to never do it again," I warned. She nodded quickly.

"I won't. I promise."

"Fine," I sighed. "Besides, I'm not the one you'll need to convince to keep her mouth shut." Both of us turned to Desiree. She smiled evilly.

"Please, Dezzie. Don't say anything. I'll get toi a My Little poney if toi do, ok?"...
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**scroll down for translation**

Regen wusch die Gräue von tanière, den Fenstern und ließ sie über tanière, den Asphalt ergießen.
Klamm schien die Luft, die unter der Last des Nebels unangenehm warm war, einem Nebel, der die Stadt in ein Gewirr von Spinnweben und Unkenntlichkeit hüllte.
All das, und ein fortwährendes leises Gemurmel füllten tanière, den Hintergrund des Geschehens.
Im Mittelpunkt saß ein Mann, gebeugt, mit dem Rücken zur Fensterseite gedreht, auf einem feuchten Holzstuhl und ergab sich seiner introspektiven Wahrnehmung.
Obwohl er seinen Blick nicht hob, schien es ihm, als beobachte er die Menschenmassen,...
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posted by para-scence
I ran down the pathway, my long blond ponytail whipping me in the face each time I checked to see how far I was ahead of Brandon. He was still far away, and Mommy and Daddy were even farther behind.

"Irina! Mommy and Daddy a dit not to go too far!" Brandon complained. I stopped in my tracks, and groaned.

"We're not too far! I can still see 'em," I said. Brandon pouted, not satisfied. I sighed. "Fine. We'll wait for them." Finally, after waiting forever, Daddy and Mommy finally caught up to us. I ran up to them, and Dad put his arm on my shoulder. Brandon held Mommy's hand. Mommy smiled at the...
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posted by alexmswann
It was three o’clock on a Friday and the cloche, bell had finally rung for school to be out for the weekend. I hurriedly shoved my livres in my book bag and headed for the door ready to be out of school.
“Oh wait, Alisa could toi come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. toi would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her bureau trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted...
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posted by para-scence
The suivant morning, despite being deprived of sleep, I was wide awake. Carmine was in the kitchen, Nikolai getting ready for work in his room. I frowned when I saw Carmine in his work uniform.

"I thought..." I began. He shook his head, his mouth full of cereal.

"I gotta work today. We'll go another jour though, ok?" he said.

"When are toi off...?" I asked.

"Next weekend," he answered. I groaned.

"Seriously?!"

"Sorry! toi know, toi could get a job too, y'know!" he shouted. I clamped my mouth shut. Carmine never yells at me. Ever. "Y'know, toi complain about Nikolai all the time! You're just as bad!"...
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posted by para-scence
The suivant week was spent somewhat like that first day. We went to the park almost everyday. It wasn't that bad actually. It was kind of funny to see Jezebel and and Aspen run around like psychos. I was actually starting to warm up to Scout as well. It was cool to just talk to someone my age that was a girl too. I never had the chance to do that at school ou home. I really like Aspen too. She's very mature for her age, when she wants to be. She has no problem goofing around like a little kid. She likes to talk about a bunch of things. I've become very close with her too.

Then soon came the Sunday...
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posted by Insight357
We went back to Alexander’s apartment after getting Lucy. Xander and Lucy had been sitting on the couch. He was fussing at her for running off.
    “I can’t believe toi didn’t tell me where toi were going,” Xander’s lip curled up.
    “I didn’t think toi cared! toi aren’t my damned guardian!” Lucy spat back defensively.
    “Maybe not, but I care about toi Lucy. I l’amour you,” Xander looked down. My eyes were open wide, but I pretended like I wasn’t there.
    “I-I l’amour you, too,” Xander...
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posted by para-scence
A faint beeping noise entered my room of darkness. I squeezed my eyes shut even more, afraid to open my eyes again and see nothing. There was the noise again. And again. It sounded in a steady pattern. The plus I comfheard it, the plus it reminded me of where I was. Before, when it was complete silence, it felt surreal, like it was all a bad dream. Now it was a constant reminder that there was nothing left for me. I cried, and a wet tear rolled down my cheek. A tear? But when I died, I'd felt nothing. I couldn't feel ou taste the blood that had been running down my lips. I couldn't feel the...
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posted by itchygum
I sat in my bed, watching the minutes tick par on my clock. 10:51 . . . 10:52. I rolled on my side, thinking about the suivant day, the first jour of school. I was a strait A student and also a bit of a badass. Where did I fit in? My eyelids became heavy, harder to open every time I blinked, until they didn't open.
I felt a nudge, my mom waking me up. "Get dressed," she whispered in my ear. I dragged to my dresser, pulling out my rose Aeropostale chemise and a pair of skinny jeans.
My mom dropped me off and kissed my forehead, so embarrassing, but typical mom. "Hey Ana-rebel!" Called Brooke, pretty...
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posted by Insight357
“Yes, I am,” I a dit calmly. I felt sick to my stomach even as I a dit it.
    “Why?” asked Grey as if it were not obvious.
    “I l’amour him,” I said.
    “I thought toi loved me,” she said, tears in her eyes. Although I saw tears, I also saw hate and fire.
    “You were mistaken,” I said, it was cruel, but true. I loved Alexander plus than her.
    “Why don’t toi l’amour me?” she asked.
    “You raped me, and I married toi only because the baby,” I said....
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posted by para-scence
"It's ok, Kodi. I'm sure he doesn't still feel that way," Sicily assured me. "That was months ago! He was probably just hurt that toi left." I shrugged.

"Well, it's not like toi have anywhere else to go," Shiloh added. I pouted. They were right. There was no way I could go back to living in a car. Chance would definitely get sick again, only probably with something even worse.

"I'll think about it," I told them. I wanted to have time to think about my options. Just then, there was a knock on the door. I furrowed my eyebrows. Sicily pursed her lips to hide a smile. Shiloh shrugged.

"She insisted...
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As I enter the kitchen, I see my mom chopping carrots and putting them in a pot full of stew. "Hi Mom! What's that?" My long citrus orange jupe sways underneath the air conditioning vent. "I'm making vegetable stew. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. "I'll get it!" I call. I run towards the wooden door and I turn the bronze-colored knob. A man with shaggy dark brown hair appears behind the door. "Hello. Is your mother here?" Who is this guy? "Yes. She's in the kitchen." I make a left towards the small cuisine and my mom looks at me. "It's for you." I mouth the words silently. "Oh!" My mom, walks...
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posted by Insight357
I ran my hand through my tired hair. I fell asleep on the attic floor last night, after my outburst. I was tired, and ached everywhere. What a night it had been.
    I took my weight of the gurney I had been leaning on. I was at the hospital today, to help calm this schizophrenic man. I arrived here at seven this morning, and had to leave before noon. I couldn’t miss Lucy’s appointment at Social Services.
    It was eight-thirty now, and I was getting ready to meet my patient. He was in the emergency room, with the doctor. He’d had a nervous breakdown,...
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