Liquid Story Board tutorial by Sheal
Silent Invasion: Chapter 1: Monstrous Beginnings
Layla stepped out onto her front porch listening to the birds chirping in the woods next to her Elliot Lake home. She had just moved here from the city to escape the rat race and the daily grind of city life. Elliot Lake was a beautiful little town surrounded by woodlands and lakes of varying sizes. The town was small with mostly retired people and a good number of younger families.
Shreveport was balmy and wet in the Spring time, it always soaked you to the bone when it was like this. Len grunted at the red light as he waited impatiently in his Jeep for it to turn to green. Market street was always busy at five pm with the rush hour craziness of people on a war path to get home.
Let’s talk about Silent Invasion. Yesterday you saw the very first installment of the serial chapter novel. Some of you might have even seen the serial before (possibly, maybe not but you never know).
The Prologue starts you, the reader off with Gus. Good old Gus. An old fella with a wife whose in the beginning stages of dementia and a very badly neglected barn the city has been after him for.
Gus grunted as he rolled over in bed trying to pull more covers over his bare chest. The old lady was hogging the blankets again he thought to himself as he opened his eyes to tell her so only to find she was not in bed at all. Gus glanced at the alarm clock and then around the room.
So you have the rule, you have the words, let’s talk biological psychology for both men and women. It’s different for men and women but it does have cross over for both genders. There is a general psychological “normal” associated with both male and female readers. Then you have the general psychology of transgender, gay, lesbian but let’s start with your generic male and female because that’s the biggest niche of the market for erotica writing (it shouldn’t be but it is, although gay and lesbian erotica is on the rise, so is trans erotica and about damn time it is).
Being a deception specialist was made easier by the fact that I’m deaf. My services are requested from all around the globe, I’m the cream of the crop as the saying goes. It’s interesting watching the body language of liars. They look off to the left, the small twitch at the corner of the mouth.
Guest Youth Story-Chalk Jr. Long ago, before chalk was a basic classroom object, they were hard workers in the Congo rain forest producing food for the trees. The limestone in their blood gave the trees energy to grow, but in order to feed the trees, the chalk people had to sacrifice one hundred lives every five years. They were okay with it though, because it let everyone else live; it was considered an honor to be chosen.