He’s always been a ringleader, ever since he was a kid and he convinced a group of kids that trick-or-treating would be more lucrative in July because other kids wouldn’t be out competing for candy.
(Ed. note – I feel like this is a really dumb idea, but it’s come up a couple of times today, so I’m going to throw it out there and let you tear it apart if you want)
There has to be a good story idea in this.
The person who has these keys in her pocket, she’s almost a superhero, almost a guardian, she’s something that’s worth a story.
I’m having trouble getting a concrete idea from it though.
A man who will be great (or terrible). Described solely in terms of the monument that will be constructed in his honor, or in the memorials of those who opposed him.
A wallflower. Lonely and horny, caught in the thrall of various bodies at this party. It’s a helpless arousal, an impotent erection.
Young guy in the old west going up against someone way out of his league, but the bullets are burning a hole in his gun.
Her boyfriend is a percussionist in modern art music ensemble. She attends all his concerts, and truthfully enjoys them even though she knows she doesn’t understand much of what is going on.