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Scene writing is this simple: Show. Don’t tell.
Showing is scene and it elevates your writing to an entirely new level.
Telling is, well, telling and those who do it too early in their creative work (in the first 25% of the whole) are doomed to be skim-read by just about everyone to include agents, editors, and publishers.
Why?
Telling is boring. In fact, I am boring you right now by telling you to show so, let me show you a scene.
Death Dances Divinely by Patricia B.
(300 words)
The parking lot is lit poorly. One weak light points like a spot in the area of the dumpster. Another single bulb shimmers above the back door. The nearest street light is out front at the intersection of Central and San Mateo and at two am, it may as well be lighting on the moon.
His arms around me are low on my hips, fingers laced, relaxed, and one hundred percent adrenaline-laced wrong. To anyone watching, we might look like lovers. Alone, late at night, in each other’s arms. But I don’t know this man, don’t remember how he got so close so quickly. Why did I just stand there and let it happen? Even now, this memory clip jumps and skips as if the sprockets are torn.
I hold him in a mirror of the same low-slung completed circle, my arms relaxed around his waist. No resistance from me.
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