How to Write a Good Story

Sally was a young woman who just started college.  She had very long blonde hair, sweet blue eyes, and a big goal.  Her lifelong dream was to be a writer, and not just any writer.  A great writer.  One that could captivate the world with her words.  It was no small dream, but she was going to learn from the greatest.

Her college had the reputation of being the very best at helping students reach their goals.  Their graduation rate was nearly at one hundred percent, and everyone always got fantastic jobs.  Many of the alumni even had Wikipedia pages written about them.  They were always vandalized by jealous peers later, but there was never any question of her skills.

Sally made her way into the front door of her college.  With a laptop in her hand, and a book bag hanging over her shoulder, she was ready.  She walked through the hallways, and stopped to marvel at the many awards the school had.  There was one for outstanding grade point averages across the student body.  Another for having the most professional teachers.  An award for being the most paramotor accessible.  Then there was an award for receiving the most awar-

“Stop, stop, stop, oh my god stop!” said a man, walking into hallway.  He had brown messy hair, a mustache, wore a black shirt with the Van Halen logo on it, and a pair of blue jeans.  Clearly, he wasn’t part of the college faculty.  The man was staring at the ceiling, and he looked mad.

“Um,” Sally raised an eyebrow.  “Stop… what?”

“I wasn’t talking to you,” said the man.  “I was talking to you!”  He pointed up again.  “See that?  You opened with three straight paragraphs of info dump exposition!  This is an amatuer erotica story, not Star Wars.”

Sally took a step backward.  What was he talking about?  The man seemed to be insane and rude.  Someone Sally should probably leave alo-

“Do you think I don’t know what you’re typing about me?”  He tapped his foot impatiently.  “Oh, only one sentence to describe what I’m doing, huh?  We’ve got to have a little talk, Narrator!”

The man was out of his mind for sure, and Sally was getting ready to call the police.

“You’re going to have to answer me sooner or later!”  He said again.  The man raised his hands and snapped his fingers.  In an instant, the college was gone, and Sally along with it!  Instead the man stood alone, looking up at an empty white void.  Now things were getting scary.

“W-what happened!?”  Came a disembodied voice.  “Where’s the college?  Where’s Sally?  What have you done!?”

“Oh she’s fine, she’s naked in a pool full of jello or something,” said the man.  “Now, I want say some things to YOU.”

“Okay… okay, who are you and what do you want?”  replied the voice.

“You can call me Anon.  I run this place.  We’re going to make a decent story,” he said.  “First things first, you’re not a character, you’re a narrator.  Your job is to tell people what’s happening as it happens..  You have to stay focused on the action!”

“But… but… how will people know what’s going on without me explaining things?”  The narrator said.  “She had such a nice college, and I had to make that clear!  And I had to tell her goals.”

“No, no you don’t.  It’s not your job to tell people that, it’s her job to SHOW people that.  Things we need should come through character actions, as opposed to you just saying stuff.  It makes it more lively.  Show, don’t tell.”  He said, shouting into the void.

“What are you talking about?” said the Narrator.

Anon rolled his eyes.  “Remember how I snapped my fingers to make Sally and the college disappear?  You didn’t explain anything about who I am or how I did that.  But from just seeing me do it, the reader knows that I am an all powerful being that can bend reality all I want.  And they can also tell by the way I was yelling, that I’m not happy with you!”

“I’m still important, and readers care about me,” said the narrator.  “My job is critical, as some things are too complex to be told by actions!”  The narrator was offended by Anon’s words.  How could the narrator not be impor-

“See, there you go again, telling and not showing.”  Anon put the palm of his hand to his face, as he groaned.  “See how I’m facepalming and groaning?  The readers will know I’m frustrated.  Show, don’t tell!”

“What can I show?  I’m just a voice, all I can do is tell!”  said the Narrator.

Anon waved his hands.  “Look, keeping a reader’s attention is hard.  See up there, above the exposition?  That’s a Youtube tab.  Between cat videos, top ten lists, and memes, we can easily forgotten about.  You have to stay on character action!  This needs to be short, and we’ve already wasted two pages.  We need a character, and we don’t have time to build one.  In fact, you know what?”  Anon raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

I felt a strange pulse in the air.  Mysterious energy began to glow, and my body took form.  All I could do was gasp as I felt flesh and bone take shape.  The glowing light died down and in it’s wake was me.  I landed on the ground on my hands and knees sweaty, and confused.

“What… what did you do to me?”  I asked, looking up at Anon.  He stood with his arms crossed.

“You want to be a character so bad, fine!  This is a first person story now,” he said, smirking at me.

“W-wait…” I shivered.  “I can’t be a character in a first person story… that means I’m going to be naked!”

“Ah, a great chance to give details through actions!”  Anon shook his fist.  “The reader is going to learn details WITH you!”  He snapped his fingers, creating another mysterious flash.

A mirror appeared in front of us.  I brushed my dirty blonde hair out of my face and onto my shoulders, as I looked at what I couldn’t believe.  Upon seeing my reflection, I saw what I look like for the first time.  My fingers traced over my ample breasts, confirming their very existence to me.  I leaned back and spread my legs, as my reflection showed that my womanhood didn’t have a single hair on it.

My heart skipped a beat when I realized something.  I was naked, just like the girls in the stories this jerk wrote about!  He could see everything!  My hands moved to covering positions, one wrapping around my exposed chest, the other nestling between my legs.  As I turned to look at Anon again, I saw him standing there with his arms crossed.

“I’m going to ignore the little part of your monologue where you called me a jerk, because what’s coming is going to be punishment enough,” Anon said.

“W-what are you going to do to me?”  I asked.

“We’re going to make a good story.  First things first, we need some characters!  The trick is, the story is about what the characters would naturally do, rather than what I want them to do!”  Anon said, putting a hand to his chin.

“U-um,” I stuttered.  “Okay, well I certainly would like to be the narrator again!”  A lump slipped down my throat.  Mere minutes ago, I was in control of this story, and now I was at this man’s mercy.  I could only hope he didn’t plan on having anything too bad in mind.

“I’ve got it!  You need a friend.  Lets try some out,” Anon said, snapping his fingers.

I winced during another blinding flash.  When I opened my eyes, I saw another girl, standing there with her auburn hair tied in a ponytail.  She wore a purple hoodie, and a dark green skirt, with long socks that reached up to her thighs.

“Hi!”  She cheered.  “It’s nice to meet you two!”

“W-who are you?”  I asked, as I fought to conceal my naked form.  In this void, there was nothing available to me.  Another pair of eyes had just appeared into existence, and this enthusiastic girl was all too happy to take a look.  I looked back at Anon, and wondered what was going through his perverted… I mean… brilliant mind.

“This is your girlfriend for this story, her name is…” he leaned his head left and right.  Anon then pulled out a pink book, seemingly from thin air.  He bit his lip while thumbing through the pages, and then smiled.  “Lexi!  Lexi, this is your friend…” he flipped more pages, “Narissa!”

“Hi Narissa!”  Lexi chirped.  “This is gonna be fun!”

“W-wait… I don’t… what are we doing?”  I asked, shifting positions.  I didn’t like the way Lexi was looking at me.  How is she supposed to be my girlfriend?  We both just came into existence!

“Well, I have to let you characters figure it out,” Anon said.  “Lexi, you get to be the dom, what’s your pleasure?”

“I like to have aggressive sex with my girlfriend using a foot long barbed wire cast iron dildo!”  Lexi cheered.

I felt a heat rush through my cheeks, and I took a step backwards.  “W-what!?  No way!  You can’t!  Anon, please!”  I turned to him and begged.  He stood there with his thumb propping up his chin.  Oh God, was he actually thinking about it!?

There was a long pause.  Anon raised an eyebrow at the newly created girl.  Then he looked at me.

“Relax.  I’m sure somebody on the internet would want to read that, but that’s not my style, and not what my Deviantart followers signed up for.”  Anon shook his head.  “At least I don’t think so.  Gotta keep in mind, the writer defines who the characters are, but they still need some consistency.  Let’s try for something gentler.”

I sighed with relief as he snapped his fingers.  The air around Lexi pulsed.  She blinked twice, shook her head, and went back to that same creepy smile.

“Okay, let’s try again, what you’re pleasure?”  Anon said.

“Oh, I like to put my girlfriend in a big plastic bag and suck most of the air out while I use a vibrator on her!” she said.

Adrenaline pumped through me, as if my body was warning me to run.  But where could I run to?  I couldn’t see anything but a big empty void, and a dizzying one at that!

Anon raised an eyebrow.  “…Third time’s the charm.”  He raised his hand again.

SNAP

“I like to create really elaborate knots that she can’t escape without rope burn!”

SNAP

“Whips, chains, and paddles!”

SNAP

“Give her cigarette burns!”

SNAP

“Make her wear diapers!”

SNAP

“Get naked in public places!”

Anon had his fingers prepared to snap again, but then he smiled.  “Bingo!  You like it, the readers will like it, and most importantly, I will like it!  Okay, we already have a mirror, so your location will be… the fitting room in a clothing store!”

“W-wait, you can’t just-”

“Ah ah ah!  The setup is running way too long.  If I enforce anymore stuff it’ll be a NFCM story, and I’m not into those.  I’m only going to step in when I have to.  Have fun ladies!”  said Anon.  He snapped his fingers again, and he vanished.

“But… but…”  I tried to voice my protest, but I was too late.  Wood paneling appeared behind the mirror, and carpeting appeared beneath me and Lexi, greeting my bare feet.  Walls formed into existence all around us, making things feel more intimate.  Fluorescent lights buzzed away, and we could hear the sounds of other customers talking.  We weren’t in the white void anymore, we were officially shopping.

Except, I was still naked.  And I didn’t have any clothing available.

I turned to Lexi, who gave a very bright grin.  That look worried me, as I needed clothes.  She was my only way to get reasonably dressed.

“Um… Lexi, I need something to wear, do you mind looking for clothes?”  I asked.

Lexi grinned.  “Oh I think you need to calm down.  It’s a slow hour at this store, so you can sneak around all you want!”  She slowly approached me, and gently placed a hand on my shoulder.

Her hand was pleasantly warm, but her perverted stare made me tremble nervously.  Lexi let her hand gently rub my back, slowly touching my skin.

I was about to shudder, when the fitting room door suddenly opened!

“Ah!”  I gasped, and tried to quickly hide my body behind Lexi.  I opened one eye to see who our intruder was.  Anon stood there, with a red can of some carbonated beverage in his hand.

“Hey ladies, I like what you’re doing here, but we have to tweak this a little for more zing!”  He said, taking a swig of his drink.

“What were we doing wrong?”  Lexi asked.

“Grammar stuff!  It might be boring, but it’s important!”  Anon declared.  “Let’s stay simple.  Adverbs describe verbs, and adjectives describe nouns!  You want to cut down on adverbs and use stronger verbs.  It’s okay to sprinkle in some adjectives, just don’t over-do it!”

“W-what are you talking about?”  I asked.  This girl I just met was declared my girlfriend out of nowhere, and he was talking about how to use words!

“Oh!  I think I know!”  Lexi chirped.  “Instead of gently touching her back, I need to do this!”

Without warning, I felt her careful hands contact me.  Lexi caressed my exposed skin in an effort to calm my nervous form.  I shuddered as goose bumps tightened, while those warm fingertips danced over me.  Her secure clothing brushed against my back, reminding me of the stark contrast between us.  She was dressed, I wasn’t.

Lexi explored my body, invading personal space.  I felt my feeble resistance fade in response to those wonderful hands of hers.  My knees buckled inward, while my breathing continued to grow.  A wandering hand found it’s was a little lower than my hips, before cupping my soft butt.

The stronger words proved intoxicating.  It wasn’t long before I felt warmth between my legs.  I could already feel my heart beating faster.  Verb choice really was working.  But why does this have to happen to me to prove it!?

Anon smiled.  “Watch using stuff with an -ly at the end.  Most of the time you can cut that.  Otherwise, very nice!  Maybe sprinkle in a little more dialog.  Keep it up!”  He exited the fitting room while sipping his drink.

Lexi wrapped her arms around me, pressing my tender breasts against each other.  The sleeves of her shirt tickled and taunted me, reminding me of my nudity.  I could feel my heart accelerate, and my breathing deepened.  Much to my shame, my nipples were standing up, agreeing with Lexi’s efforts to tease my body.

“Having fun, Narissa?”  she whispered into my ear.

“L-Lexi…”  I gulped.  “We shouldn’t just… c-can you get me something to wear?”

“Already?  But I’m having so much fun!”  Her hands snaked their way down my stomach.  My legs squeezed together as my kitty felt threatened.  I felt a growing warmth between my legs, and that embarrassed me further.  She was feeling me up, and I wanted to pull away.

“L-lexi, I’m serious, what if somebody sees us?”  my voice quivered.

“You worry too much,” Lexi whispered again.

I felt her hands invading and exploring my naked body, unconcerned with my pleas.  She caressed me as she went, and ignored my feeble attempts to keep her hands away.  My body was new, inexperienced, and unused to her touch.  Part of me was eager to let her have her way.

I shake my head.  No!  I’m the narrator!  This is MY story!  Do I accept my fate and let my new girlfriend feel my body?  It does feel nice… but I feel like I’m surrendering my right to argue for my story back.

“Ahem,” came Anon’s voice.  He stepped inside our little hiding place.  “We have to keep our tense consistent.  The word flow can get really clunky if you don’t.  This story’s in past tense, you WERE the narrator.”  Anon then put his hand to his chin and frowned.  “I like how this is going, but we have to wrap it up.  There’s a video of a cat playing with a basket trending right now, and the readers are only a few clicks away from it.”

“So what should we do?”  Lexi asked.

“The conflict of the story should escalate to it’s breaking point.  We need a release of all the tension and pressure we built up.  Readers expect something climactic to happen.  Like an organic spasm, but like, the story has it.”

I bit my lip.  It’s the one perk of being the star of one of his stories.  If I wanted it, I could get some relief.  The only problem is, we were in public.  By this point, I felt hot and bothered.  Maybe it was because my body was so new, but each touch was like being massaged by lightning.  I was already wet between my legs, and Lexi had yet to touch me there.

“U-um…”  I took a deep breath.  “W-well… I want to get dressed but… but.. I also kind of want to… maybe do a little more…”

Anon’s eyes widened.  “Ooh!  You’re having a climax of your character arc!  This has awakened your thrill loving sexy side!”

“W-what?  N-no!  Not that, I just um…”  I turned to Lexi for help.

“Hmm, okay, how about this.  We can either go outside and play some more, or we can stay in here.  If you’re brave, I’ll get you some clothes.  If you stay in here, we’ll play, but I won’t bring you anything to wear!”

“W-wait… you make it sound like either way I have to… have to…”  My face felt hot.

Anon nodded.  “I like the idea, but you’re a dom Lexi, do you really think you should give your sub a choice?”

“W-what kind of choice is this?”  I said, trying to get between them for attention.

“Hmm, so what does a smart writer guy like you do in a situation like this?”  Lexi smiled and hugged me.

Anon reached into his pocket and withdrew a coin.  He propped it on his thumb, and flicked it into the air.  It landed tails side up.  “Looks like you get to stay here for our fun, but you’re going home naked!”

“W-wait, you can’t just… you really chose things with a coin flip?”  I gasped.

“Well sometimes I roll a dice,” Anon shrugged.

“You mean to tell me we have to keep characters consistent, but you roll a dice when you don’t know what to do next!?”  I wanted to tackle him, but Lexi held me back.

“Yep.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get out before the big guy at the keyboard figures out how much of the ending I wasted.  This will look like a bloodbath on the editing floor,” Anon said.  He snapped his fingers and vanished again.

“The big guy at the keyboard?”  I repeated.  I turned to Lexi.  “What do you think that means?”

“I dunno, but what I do know what the coin demanded!”  Lexi said.

Before I could question her, I felt her hand continue its mission.  She cupped my sensitive lips, and squeezed.  Her touch forced me to gasp and shudder.  It was a foreign feeling that I wasn’t prepared for, and my resolve for answers crumbled.  I put my hands on the walls of the fitting room to balance myself, but even then, my knees were weak.

“Oooh, feels like someone is having fun!”  Lexi whispered in my ears.  “It’s really slick down here.”

I both loved, and hated the idea of admitting to it.  Even though I had long lost control of my story, I was experiencing something I never could before.  If I gave her the satisfaction of saying how this felt, the teasing would never end.  At least not for a long time.

“I can hear you breathing,” Lexi caressed my breasts, rising and falling with each exhale.  Her clothed body pressed up against mine reminded me of what I’ve become.  Gone was the controlling narrator, and in its place, me.  An aroused, trembling, naked mess.

Her hands wandered, tracing and tickling me everywhere they went.  Each touch created sparks in the pleasure centers of my brain.  I felt soaking now, my soft thighs were dripping with heated moisture.  Lexi was taking her time, avoiding the most tender places.  I wanted her to hurry up.

I needed it.

“U-um… L-Lexi.”

“Hmm?”

“I… um… c-could you… you know…”

“Could I do what?”

I bit my lip.

“Be more… direct?”

“Why would I do that?”

I shut my eyes tight and gritted my teeth.

“I…. want to…”

“Hmmmmmm?  I didn’t hear that.”

Somehow I knew she was grinning.  I was at her mercy now.

“I… I want to….. c-cum,” I whispered.

“Could you speak up a little?”

“I… want to cum…”

“I still didn’t catch that.”

“I WANT TO CUM!”

My heart raced while my blush ignited.  I just shouted!  In public!  If anyone heard, they would know we’re doing something we shouldn’t be doing!

There wasn’t a chance to voice my concerns, however.  I wanted to tell Lexi I needed clothes.  Instead, I moaned and arched my back.  Her wonderful hand returned to my lips, and applied pressure that made me squirm.  A finger danced over the entrance, before it started rubbing me.  It fell short of entering, but it didn’t need to.  Lexi’s hand became soaked in my fluids.  It only flowed faster as she continued to please me.

I didn’t even think of how I appeared anymore.  That didn’t matter.  My body quaked with need, and my legs were about to cave in.  As I started to lower myself, Lexi caught the sign that I was close and got on her knees with me.  Her hand never left and all I could do was moan.

Pleasure had overtaken me, as I let out a long moan.  My body tensed up while Lexi’s hand continued its magic.  Bright colors flashed before my eyes, and an intense heat radiated from between my legs.  Reality had been shattered, and the only thing holding me together was my lover.

The only sound coming from our fitting room was my panting.  Lexi helped me sit up on the bench, and smiled at me.  All I wanted to do was giggle in a naked, sweaty heap.

“Sounds like you had fun!”  Lexi smirked.

“Shut up,” I laughed.

There was a clapping sound as the door opened.

“Great work you two!  This is fine work!  Now, we’ve got to wrap this up.  Technically I shouldn’t do this, as it’s a little hard to believe, but I’ll tweak the world so you’ll have an easy, safe trip home despite being naked.”  Anon snapped his fingers.  The air around… well, everything pulsed.

“W-wait, can’t I get dressed?”  I asked.  He turned around to leave.  “Hey, wait, can’t I get dressed?  Come back here!”  I charged out of the fitting room after him, but was greeted by the stores security.  The police officer looked at me for a moment, and then smiled.

“U-um… I can explain?”  No I couldn’t.  Nobody could.  I’m not even sure if Anon could explain how this story worked.

“No need Narissa, the law is very clear.  You masturbated, so everyone has to overlook your nudity for an hour.  Just don’t touch any clothes and you’re fine!”  She tipped her hat and turned around.  “Have a safe day!”

“…WHAT!?”  I gasped.

Lexi grinned.  “Every hour, huh?”

Anon walked back over to us.  “Ending a story is tricky.  Especially when you’re trying to make a deadline and you procrastinate like I did!  I didn’t have enough time to thoroghly edit all my grammer and thats important to!  Always make time for editing!”

Originally posted to Deviantart April 1, 2018