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Writing experiment 1 - Shellville

26.02.2019In Writing

I'll make an experiment. I want to learn how to write but I don't have any grand idea currently, and even if I had I wouldn't want to spend it on my crappy writing. First I need to get better at it.

Ideas usually came to writers from world around them. I'm not into geting out and having experiences, it takes too much time and can be dangerous. Instead, I'll use Wikipedia to generate random articles and try to get inspiration for some fantasy content.

Good story needs characters, setting and plot and the some conflict that ties them into story. I'll generate random articles, turn them into small writups of character, setting or plot and then think up some conflict that connects them into story.

Let's start.

First random article is... Shelbyville, Indiana. Ok. Fine. I got the most boring city in the world. Let's see if I can make something out of it.

There is a story of some Jacob Whetzel who cut a trail from east which was important for later settlement. Let's work with that.


Forest area of ... divides Shellville on the coast from Melanopolis in the fertile plains of the river Melo. Trade is done through the see and river, making the travel long and slow. A trade company decided to clear the path through the forest, despite previous failed attempts.


Jacob lowered his axe and suspiciously stared into woods. It was the third time he noticed a deer between the trees. With all the racket they were producing, no animal should come anywhere near. "Something's not right!" he yelled. Multiple simultaneous thuds and thunks around him were replaced with murmur as woodcutters near him stopped working one by one using the break to wipe off some sweat or stretch their hands while waiting for an explanation. When even the farthest axe threw its last thud, it was time to explain why they stopped. In his mind he was picking the right words. "I saw a dear!" sounded too banal, "Something's wrong!" was undefined. He decided on "There is something in the woods!" but he never got the chance to say it.

Woodcutters from the right flank started walking backwards, their axes held more like a defensive weapons than as a tool, their gaze toward the woods in front of them. "What the..." is all Jacob managed to think as the sight before him sent the chills down his neck. Few steps in the woods, a group of animals stood still. Deers, wolves, boars, a black bear, all unnaturaly together glaring at the people in the clearing. An eagle, ravens and crows, quiet on the branches above them.

"Move!" he yelled and started retreating in the direction of the cleared path they made, walking backwards, stil looking in the woods. Pain shoot from his ankle when he stepped on the axe somebody left in the ground, dull edge sharp enough to remove some skin. This throw him off balance and when he colided with somebody, this threw him on the ground. He fell on a block of wood, bruising his ribs. The sharp, pulsating pain from his ankle and the dull pain from his side diminished instantly when he heard flapping of thousand of wings. The birds made a cloud over the clearing as they attacked. He covered his head as one bite into his skalp. There is no other cover in the clearing, animals are in the woods so he started running down the path they were clearing for the last month.

When the sounds of screetching and screeming were at some distance, he managed to stop and look back.

How to continue

  • Explore the trade between Shellville and Melanopolis
  • Who is Jacob? What made him lead this expedition?
  • What about animals? Is somebody controlling them? Are they pack-sentient