I Want to Write Fantasy

I like to create stories (although I’m not so great at finishing them).  I tend to create romance stories.  The inspiration is always in my face so that’s what comes out.  I’m always around people who are having a relationship or who want one.  Or at work I’ll hear about some sneaking around.  Even when a co-worker came out of the manager’s office crying, it made me think of a romance story.  I imagined that they had a heated discussion about their relationship or maybe they had a passionate encounter and she felt bad afterwords because one of them was in a relationship…not that I condone cheating, but it does happen.  Sometimes I’ll just imagine two unlikely people are having a thing or maybe I end up in some secret relationship with some guy no one would ever guess.  We keep it secret because we work together and don’t want it to get weird.  My point is, random romance situations pop up all the time so that’s what I tend to write.

Lately, I’ve been interested in writing Sci-Fi/Fantasy.  I’ve always been into the genre for books, movies, and TV shows.  Lately, that’s all I want to watch or read about.  I have been attempting to put a fantastical spin on my romance stories but I really have no idea how to write in this genre.  I know what I like but I feel like the world of creating fantasy and science fiction is a massive one.  I know that you have to be descriptive enough for people to be able to picture the world you a creating.  I love being swept up into a fantasy story, whether it is about dragons, wizards, or a cyborg Cinderella (Cinder).  I wonder if people take classes, just do a lot of research, or just write whatever comes into their heads.  I suppose there is a combination of all three. I need to figure out a good Sci-Fi/Fantasy writing course or website to look at so I have some direction.

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The Fade

The color was fading fast and the black and white dullness was only steps behind me. I was afraid to let the Fade near me because I didn’t want to become as dull as the rest of the neighborhood.  My best friend, Kira, was a step ahead of me so I was thankful I wasn’t alone.  I saw a car that looked like it was painted with a psychedelic paint brush.  The Fade at the side of the car was stalled.  I wondered if all that bright color and personality kept it out. Kira jerked the door open and dove in.  A beat later I got in too. I cranked the car and drove through the Fade, passing all the blank faces that tried to make us like them. One of them, my brother, was still chanting “be like us, think like us,” like all those first touched by the Fade.  I kept driving, hoping to find other individuals who found a way to hold on to their own thoughts and personalities.

Written for: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge number 39.
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