Getting Started
Genre: Magic/Mysticism
Main Character Name:
Cadence
Goal:
to escape the sounds of the city
Starting point:
Cadence is the son of a manager of a factory. He was raised by the sounds of the machines that work tirelessly above him. He takes an early interest in music as a way to escape the tireless drone of machinery. Cadence is prone to tantrums triggered by loud noises, clicking, and repetition.
The wold of cadence:
Cadence lives in a world of sound. Due to his peculiarities, his relationships with others are limited. His friends and foes are the audible patterns of his daily life. Cadence has become so in tune with the rhythms of the sound around him that he can predict the near future... most of the time.
Conflict:
The City noise has become angry with him. (He notes this as highway 95 opens near his paper route)
Response/resolution:
He runs away to the Appalachian mountains. He is found and returned to his father but with a new experience that gives him hope.
What does my character need to learn?
Cadence needs to learn courage.
How does ending relate to the beginning:
The story itself is a commentary on the differing experience of individuals and unseen conflicts. As well as a way of showing how an experience so different from our own can be equally complete and complex. The story closes in the same place that it opens, showing the difference in perspective that one experience can have on the perception of another
background stats:
i-95 opened in 1985 in PA
runs by philidelphia
Experimental intro:
whirrrr-clank-thud...whirrrr-clank-thud...whirrrr-clank-thud
Main Character Name:
Cadence
Goal:
to escape the sounds of the city
Starting point:
Cadence is the son of a manager of a factory. He was raised by the sounds of the machines that work tirelessly above him. He takes an early interest in music as a way to escape the tireless drone of machinery. Cadence is prone to tantrums triggered by loud noises, clicking, and repetition.
The wold of cadence:
Cadence lives in a world of sound. Due to his peculiarities, his relationships with others are limited. His friends and foes are the audible patterns of his daily life. Cadence has become so in tune with the rhythms of the sound around him that he can predict the near future... most of the time.
Conflict:
The City noise has become angry with him. (He notes this as highway 95 opens near his paper route)
Response/resolution:
He runs away to the Appalachian mountains. He is found and returned to his father but with a new experience that gives him hope.
What does my character need to learn?
Cadence needs to learn courage.
How does ending relate to the beginning:
The story itself is a commentary on the differing experience of individuals and unseen conflicts. As well as a way of showing how an experience so different from our own can be equally complete and complex. The story closes in the same place that it opens, showing the difference in perspective that one experience can have on the perception of another
background stats:
i-95 opened in 1985 in PA
runs by philidelphia
Experimental intro:
whirrrr-clank-thud...whirrrr-clank-thud...whirrrr-clank-thud
Whirrr clank thud is all I can hear tonight and all I can remember hearing any other night except the week the power was shut off for maintenance. I didn't sleep very much that week. Not at all really. I missed her. She is the one who calms me down. She reminds me that I have 12 hours until I have to deal with the rest of them again.
Some of them I don't mind, the chain of the bicycle and the train tracks, we are coworkers after all. The newspaper doesn't deliver itself. As for the others... let's just say most of us aren't on good terms. The barking is brutal and doesn't like the paper despite what the low voice says. The traffic horns always catch me off guard they don't follow the rhythm. But the worst is the tic-toc. If anxiety was a sound it would be this.
There is only one clock I can tolerate and it is the one that Father wears. His has a resonance to it that is unmatched. Speaking of Father he is coming soon. Four measures until his footsteps to be exact.
whirrrr-clank-thud...whirrrr-clank-thud...step, step, STEP, STEP.
"Hey Dad" I whispered.
"Hi Cadence, what are you doing up." He responded softly.
"Heard your feet"
"Sorry I woke you"
"How was work"
"It was good, the factory is running smoothly"
"sounded like there was a hiccup around 3:30 but she sounds smooth now"
"your perception amazes me Cadence but you really should sleep." His voice lowered
"have I ever been late for a paper run?"
"No, but you still need as much sleep as the rest of us, its only healthy"
"Ok"
"Ok, sleep tight"
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