Post by *Agni on Apr 26, 2009 20:21:51 GMT -5
Agni thought of a new novel plot. It came to me randomly while I was listening to "Comatose" by Skillet.
And that's what I've got so far. I don't know where this came from really. It was just suddenly there. But then, that's how all my plots show themselves to me. No warnings, no "Hi, how ya doing? I think I'll just stop by and rest my feet here a while if you don't mind." Just, bam! Plot. But I like this one. I think the idea started out as something abstract about drugs, but I can't seem to shake off the fantasy thing. All of my stories end up with some fantastical element in them. I can't do er 'normal' everyday kinds of stories. Dunno why. 'tis boring, I guess. I have only one other plot on my plot list (of eleven) at the moment that's not fantasy-ish in some way, and that'll probably end up changing, too, I bet when i start writing it. Guess that's just how I work.
I really wanna write this now, though. It sounds so fun. And whee, angels. That's double fun. I have this freakish obsession with angels. I don't know why. they're just awesome.
(And as I post this, "Angels Fall Down" comes on my itunes shuffle. hah, irony.)
Tell me what you guys think!
Angels have taken over the Government.
And they don't want anyone to find out.
There's a new drug going around, and everybody wants to get their hands on it. It's been dubbed the "Angel's Wing" for it's both its side-effects (the hallucinations) and the mark it leaves on your body when it's been injected: Angel's wings. The drug is hopelessly addictive and so powerful that only one use will leave you hooked.
In a city where everyone shuffles about, proudly displaying they're Angel's Wings like war trophies, is a man who knows the truth.
Marc is the only one sober, the only one who remembers what life was like before the Angels' reign, and their poisonous drug. He's the only one who knows what the world is really like, not trapped in the walking coma of a drug haze, where the angelic beings coup de tat went entirely unnoticed in the midst of the drug craze.
Bu that was their plan all along.
The drug doesn't only attract and addict millions, it also blinds them to the truth: that the Angels they believe are just a figment of their drug-induced highs are real. And vicious. They're nothing at all like the celestial messengers of God people have commonly associated with the name, but malicious, winged beings who pride themselves in royally screwing with humanity.
Marc is the only one who can save them.
But can he manage to do it alone?
And they don't want anyone to find out.
There's a new drug going around, and everybody wants to get their hands on it. It's been dubbed the "Angel's Wing" for it's both its side-effects (the hallucinations) and the mark it leaves on your body when it's been injected: Angel's wings. The drug is hopelessly addictive and so powerful that only one use will leave you hooked.
In a city where everyone shuffles about, proudly displaying they're Angel's Wings like war trophies, is a man who knows the truth.
Marc is the only one sober, the only one who remembers what life was like before the Angels' reign, and their poisonous drug. He's the only one who knows what the world is really like, not trapped in the walking coma of a drug haze, where the angelic beings coup de tat went entirely unnoticed in the midst of the drug craze.
Bu that was their plan all along.
The drug doesn't only attract and addict millions, it also blinds them to the truth: that the Angels they believe are just a figment of their drug-induced highs are real. And vicious. They're nothing at all like the celestial messengers of God people have commonly associated with the name, but malicious, winged beings who pride themselves in royally screwing with humanity.
Marc is the only one who can save them.
But can he manage to do it alone?
And that's what I've got so far. I don't know where this came from really. It was just suddenly there. But then, that's how all my plots show themselves to me. No warnings, no "Hi, how ya doing? I think I'll just stop by and rest my feet here a while if you don't mind." Just, bam! Plot. But I like this one. I think the idea started out as something abstract about drugs, but I can't seem to shake off the fantasy thing. All of my stories end up with some fantastical element in them. I can't do er 'normal' everyday kinds of stories. Dunno why. 'tis boring, I guess. I have only one other plot on my plot list (of eleven) at the moment that's not fantasy-ish in some way, and that'll probably end up changing, too, I bet when i start writing it. Guess that's just how I work.
I really wanna write this now, though. It sounds so fun. And whee, angels. That's double fun. I have this freakish obsession with angels. I don't know why. they're just awesome.
(And as I post this, "Angels Fall Down" comes on my itunes shuffle. hah, irony.)
Tell me what you guys think!