Giving face to characters

Mar5

In discussing YsabetWordsmith‘s latest fishbowl, marina_bonomi asked:

Anyone else tries to give a face to the protagonists and antagonists in the material you read? Do you hear their voices instead? Both? neither?

This is actually a bit of an issue for me: I don’t picture people well, and certainly not faces. I’d have a hard time bringing to mind facial features of old, dear friends, much less fictional characters. Heck, I had no idea what Rin & Girey looked like for quite a while, and I only know what Autumn looks like because of her smile.

What I picture, for friends, for fictional characters, my own or others, for people I only know on the internet, is bits of body language, and sort of stand-alone body parts: Eseme’s hair. Wyst with a china cup of tea. Trix gets a screwdriver. it may be sonic. Brian’s hugs. Elasmo talking animatedly.

The curve of someone’s back. Their hands. Their expression. Their way of grumbling. The place I most often see them. But people? I don’t seem to picture people as a whole, at all, and I almost never picture /faces/.

What about you?

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Mar4

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Nature Icons!

Mar4

1)Robert Treman State Park, Ithaca, NY
2)Sam’s Point Preserve, Ellenville, NY
3)Robert Treman State Park, Ithaca, NY

Photos by spouse-person @SamTTc, icons by me.

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5 minute fiction: CRASH!

Mar1

This is for 5-minute-fiction, another prompt site (the one that brought you Blizzarded). This is, by the way, not the “Vas” setting, but the setting with the beagles of war.

They’d tried. By gum, they’d tried. They’d done everything they could to get off the stupid island.

You wouldn’t think it would be that hard; they were interstellar explorers. They were trained for survival situations far more dire than a tropical island with plenty of fruit and small local mammalian-like animals to eat; they had their kits with them, and between their knowledge, their kits, and the remains of the craft they’d landed in (if you could call it a landing), they should have been able to get off the damn island. They should have been able to rejoin the rest of the team; they should have been back on the shuttle by now and back to civilization. But every time they tried, /every time/, they found themselves buffeted back to the shore.

It was when they saw the footprints in the sand that Junie began to get an inkling of what was going on. It was ridiculous, of course, so she didn’t say anything, not until the cannibals landed.

Cannibals! They even looked mostly human! Sighing, she told Robert and Pat, “we have to rescue their captive.”

“Why?” Pat argued. “We’re not supposed to interfere, if there’s really a sentient species here.”

“Because that’s the way the story goes,” she answered, sighing.

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