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Writing Fight Scenes!

- Writing fight scenes are difficult so here are some of my tips that I like to keep in mind. 

- Don’t drag it out longer than necessary. I know that this is sometimes really difficult because it is hard to tell if it is going on too long. When you feel like your grasping for more details to add in, that’s usually a good indicator that you need to stop. I would say a good limit to set for yourself (if you’re a beginner) is around 8 to 10 pages at most. 

- But don’t make it too fast either. Reread it several times to make sure it doesn’t go so fast that your readers will have trouble keeping up. What this means is that you shouldn’t have the entire scene be action after action because it can become muddled really fast, especially if you’re trying to fit it in a couple paragraphs. 

- Somethings to keep in mind when writing a fight scene include: 

Who’s going to win?

Who do you want the readers to want to win?

Is your character trained or not?

Do your characters have weapons?

- If your character is a girl (this applies even more so if they are a small girl), they will not be able to defeat a much bigger man using strength alone. This is seen in a lot of books and it has never been understandable to me. Girls and boys are built very differently, so they have to fight differently. Men can rely on strength. Women have to rely on speed and tactic. This isn’t to say that your girl character can’t be strong, especially if she does train, this is just saying that the average girl won’t be able to hold up in a fight against a man double her size if she is only using strength. If she is small, make her fast so that she can easily dodge him and trip him up. Make her go for the legs, that is one of the best things to do so that you can get them off their feet and giver her an advantage. There are many ways a small girl can win without relying on only strength! 

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in 2019 we will love and respect Robin and his incredible work and not use him as a Jacksepticeye Answer Box.

in 2019 we will stop pestering Robin about ego content because he is more than just The Egos.

in 2019 we will respect Robin and treat him as more than just Jacksepticeye’s Editor.

in 2019 we will give Robin more love and credit for the incredible amount of love and time he dedicates into creating amazing content for this community. we will appreciate him for who he is as a separate person and creator. we will show him that we are here for him and not just because he is associated with Jack.

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hi grandma! i’ve written most of my story, but i skipped over the fight scene in the middle bc i was struggling with writing it. do you have any tips for writing fight scenes?

Hi anon!

Ah, fight scenes.

Don't try to focus too much on descriptions of every move in the fight. Writing is not a visual art form and putting too much emphasis on how the characters are moving their bodies (or weapons) will take too much emphasis off why they are fighting. In visual art, like movies, they can use music/facial expressions/lighting to create an atmosphere that keeps you in the moment of why the characters are fighting.

Also, visually? Fights are exciting.

I do have some tips for writing -

Beneath this cut is violence/blood.

Pick your words wisely Why are they fighting? Desperation? Anger? Fear? If you're fighting out of desperation, like a fight for your life then you'd pick words to convey that sense of absolute urgency. Your descriptions would focus on how close you are to losing and your character would always be trying to either get away or end the fight as fast as possible. If anger, your concentrate is like a rage and your words would feel/sound violent and their concentrate is on destroying what they're up against. Etc.

Use the length of your sentences to convey the pacing of your fight. For a fast, desperate fight you would either use shorter sentences or longer ones with short clauses conveying a lot of action. For slower fights, you can throw in more introspection and use sentences as normal.

Keep track of limbs and injuries If someone has been stabbed in the left arm, that's now a weakness. The fight should be changed because of it. Also, nothing worse than finishing your fight scene, getting ready to pat yourself on the back and realizing you gave Bertidude the Bouncer 3 arms.

Create a sense of space for yourself before you start writing or your fight will get out of hand. Unless they're on a literal meadow, there's almost always obstacles and boundaries to your fight.

An example of a fast, desperate fight:

(WHEN I STARTED WRITING THIS I DIDN'T INTEND DOMESTIC ASSAULT BUT IT HAPPENED SO TW: DOMESTIC ASSAULT)

The sting of the first hit hadn't even faded off her face before he was rearing his arm back to strike again. There weren't many options, with his other hand fisted in her jacket and her back up against the wall. He was expecting nothing of her but what he'd always gotten, a meek acceptance of the things he did to her. He wasn't guarding himself, he wasn't braced for attack, he was set to hit her until his arm got tired. But he'd forgotten the knife in her hand, from the vegetables he'd insisted she chop. He'd forgotten it, she'd forgotten it, until the fast-fast beat of her heart felt like it was jumping into her throat and the paralyzing reality that she fought now or she fought never. He wasn't and she wasn't expecting how the knife seemed to quiver in her fist, how the tip of the blade must have struck a bone, how it vibrated up her arm and up his. His fist tightened reflexively and then loosened. He hit he'd aimed for her face landed against the wall. He was gasping, stuck like a pig, leaning into her space, staring down how she was staring down at the slimy string of blood running over her fingers.

Short, fast clauses, a bit of repetition, it was a short fight so far but someone has been stabbed.

A slower, chill fight:

A gentleman provided the opportunity for his opponent to make an ass of himself. Bertitude was nothing if he was not a gentleman, and that was why he had not so much as lifted his arms in attempt to defend himself. Not that there would be much need to defend himself from the jumpy little man shifting his weight from foot to foot in front of him. While most civilized men who found themselves engaging in fisticuffs had the good sense not to use the moves they learned from video games, this clown before him seemed to be doing his best to imitate the character selection screen of a street fighting game. God help them all if he tried for an uppercut, or this whole fight was going to end before it started. Bertie's mother had always told him not to hit a stupid person because they couldn't afford to lose the brain cells. Still, by the time this rabbit of a man finally closed the gap between them, the crowd had gone quiet for lack of gleeful anticipation. They knew, how Bertie knew, that it wouldn't take much more than a solid thump on the head to knock this man flat. He was torn between letting him get a shot in and putting him out of his misery. He hadn't quite decided when the wee bunny man jabbed him in the chest with his fists one after another. A lack of training, experience and sense to be humiliated by himself rendered the attempt to punch him an utter failure. Bertie was practically performing a civil service, punching the restless chipmunk man in the face hard enough to send him falling over backward. He hit the concrete with a spattering of metal sounds, all the bits and bobs attached to his jacket making a ruckus of a noise. The only sound he made was a groan (and not of embarrassment) that could barely be heard over the crowd leisurely working its way back inside.

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Stranded/Lost One Shot

Prompt: Stranded/Lost

Fandom: Original Work

Jane ran through backyards glancing over her shoulders. She could hear a car driving down the street, and she prayed that it was just a resident of the neighborhood.

She continued running through the backyards until she ran into a road. She stopped and sat down on the front yard of some large house.

Headlights turned down the road, and Jane’s heart started to race.

Was it them? She got to her feet.

As the car got closer, it started to slow down.

It was them.

Jane turned to the house on her left and ran into the backyard. She started running through the yards again. This time she knew that the car that she heard was them.

Jane stopped. She could hear the car continue on, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking around she tried to get her bearings, but she didn’t recognize anything.

Sitting down she cradled her head in her hands.

It started out as a normal day. She had gone to work and went home. That’s when she got a text from her boss asking her to come and grab some product to take to the warehouse. Just a normal errand. She asked her to do it all the time.

She showed up at the house and knocked on the door. No one answered, so she opened the door and went inside like she usually does.

She walked down the stairs to her boss’s office, and that’s when it got weird.

The door was open, which was never the case, and she could hear multiple voices in the room.

“We want the product moved right now.” A gruff voice carried out to the hallway.

“Like I said it will be.” Jane’s boss sounded confident like she had done this previously.

“What about the cops on our backs?”

“I have a plan in place. I have asked one of my employees to carry the product to the warehouse. If it is found, it won’t have any evidence pointing to us. Only to her. We will be in the clear.”

The scrape of a chair being pushed back startled Jane. That was her they were talking about. She backed up and started waling back up the stairs.

The office door was pushed open, and the gruff voice yelled, “Hey who are you?”

Jane didn’t know what to do so she started running. She pulled the front door open and ran down the street. She could hear the gruff voice and her boss yelling at her. Then a car started, and it pealed out of the driveway.

She turned to her right and ran into the backyard, then kept running.

Pulling herself out of her thoughts she looked around again and tried to notice some landmarks that would clue her in on where she was, no luck. She was lost. That’s when she saw the light.

The light shone between the two houses. Hesitantly she approached the light.

A voice echoed between the buildings, and she froze. It was the gruff voice that she had heard in the basement.

She quietly started backing up.

The voice started getting closer until she could see the figure past the corner of the house.

That’s when she turned and ran.

The gruff voice yelled “Stop.”, but she didn’t want to.

“Don’t worry. She doesn’t know where to go. We will find her again.” Her boss’s voice echoed, and Jane felt the pit in her stomach grow bigger.

Sophia Pt. 2

Prompt: Grabbed by the Hair

Fandom: Original Work

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Part 1

Sophia sat huddled in the corner of her cell.

After Ray had beat her up the guards came back in and let her down from the chains. Then there were the interrogations, or rather Ray would come in every few hours and ask the same question.

Where is Evan?

Sophia wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling them closer to her body. She rested her head on her knees and almost drifted off to sleep when she heard the lock click.

Keeping her head on her knees, she could hear footsteps walking towards her. She felt a rough hand grab her hair and pull her to her feet.

Sophia started clawing at his hand as she made eye contact with Ray.

“Are you going to ask me where Evan is again?” Sophia said wincing.

“Are you going to tell me where he is?”

Sophia stared back at him. “Why do you need to know? Why can’t you just let us live in peace?”

He pulled up harder, and Sophia winced. “Because as long as he is alive, he could take everything away from me. And I am not going to let that happen.”

“Like you did to him?” she continued clawing at his hand.

His grip tightened, and he pulled up harder.

“He didn’t deserve any of this. He was just a kid when his parents died, and he would have ruined everything if he had taken over.”

“So you turned his family against him. He had just lost his parents, and you took away his support system.”

Ray let go of her hair and turned away from her. “He did that to himself. No one else trusted him. I was doing them a favor.”

“You were just doing what would benefit you. You don’t care about anyone, but yourself.”

He turned back and glared at her.

“Where is Evan?”

“I don’t know if you have realized this, but I won’t tell you where he is.”

Ray turned, grabbing her arm and pulled her close. “I don’t think you realize that you will. Just give me a few more days.”

He pushed her back, and she fell back into the corner.

“Think about that. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He flashed her a large grin and slammed the door behind him.