Novel ideas

Part 6:

Elizabeth strolled through a small park with her friend Jasmin. She had told her everything; of the letter and the encounter in the side alley. Jasmin had listened attentively and was very excited when Elizabeth told her that her eyes had lit up. After she had finished telling, Jasmin was silent for a moment. They had meanwhile sat down on a park bench. Jasmine leaned back. "This is... crazy," was all she had to say. Elizabeth just nodded. Suddenly she pointed to a bush very close. "What was that?"

"What?" Jasmin asked back.

"There was a noise!" The two girls stood up again and walked slowly towards the bush.

Part 7:

Startled, a squirrel fled from the bush up a tree. "I should stop feeling chased," Elizabeth said, shaking her head. A girl stood behind a thick oak, watching her. The squirrel jumped on her shoulder.

"Let's go, Max," she whispered softly. She turned away and walked into a side street away from the park and into the heart of London. There was a bicycle around the corner. She swung up and started peding. Suddenly she became very sad. No, she thought. Please not now. Her eyes flared up and the world collapsed. She fell. The accident. Your parents. Grief splashed over them like a tidal wave. She didn't care about her scraped palms but just ran off. The road was deserted, the bike left it. She just ran, ran until she couldn't anymore. She was not a normal person. She was one of the lights. When she stopped and gasped for air, she noticed the cold. But she had disappeared as quickly as she had come. She frowned.

I like how I feel like I’m in the story. You do a really good job of bringing your writing to life. I love it so far

Part 8:

"Ann!" cried a voice from the shadow of a house entrance, "It's me, Ben. Come in, your eyes are glowing! Not that anyone else sees you that way.” Ann went with long. Steps towards him. He stood next to a ladder that led to an opening in the wall. They climbed up and through the hatch. Then Ben pulled the ladder up and closed the hatch with a grid. Then they walked crouched through the low corridor and came out in a comfortably furnished round room. It only had this one entrance and there were no windows. On one side was an old sofa and opposite it were some beanbags lying around. When Ann let herself sink into the sofa, she noticed that two others were already sitting in the beanbags. One was tall and very thin, had a red knitted hat on and looked tired. The other sat absent-minded and staring at herself, scratching her elbow from time to time and seemed very closed.

That’s it so far. CONTEXT: The lights are a secret civilisation (only a couple thousand left) that live in London. There like Humans but if they have strong Feelings, their Eyes start glowing and they can’t rly control their feelings anymore. If the Feeling is very strong the thing out of the prologue happens: they freak out. But I don’t rly know the plot lmao

Nice idea! The expert I shared doesn’t even have a premise behind it. I think sometimes it’s fun to just write without a plan. But I think you could easily turn your story into a novella with enough dedication. Again nice read.

Thx 🙃

Also this happened when I was brainstorming random stuff:

A teenager (no name yet) in the late 2070s in a very modern society. He got a small toy drone with a camera for his birthday (very advanced technology since it plays in the future). Immediately the next day, he and his friend want to test them. Unfortunately, a gust of wind blows the small drone on the roof of a skyscraper and the signal is broken. Now the teenager wants to get his drone off the roof, but unfortunately he is not allowed to enter the building, as it is the headquarters of a famous corporation that develops games for the VR glasses they have developed. The two friends sneak past the security guards and find out some shocking things about the company in the tower. (I don't know what things exactly...). When they finally arrive at the top (with some difficulty) they face a guard. They manage to hide and with the help of the drone camera they can…

Idk how to continue lol

And this is my last one for now: You look out the track A flash twitches over the black-gray sky, it's dizzing. Your breath fogs up the window and now it really starts to rain. The world is blurred in veils and cascades. You get up and go with the intention of getting tea at the on-board restaurant. The train jerks slightly and then stops; the power has failed. In complete darkness you stand there and wonder how long you have been like this. The light comes on again and you decide to go back to your place. The sun conjures up small glittering spots on the surface of a lake, it only drisps very lightly. Later on the platform you wonder who you are; you have lost your memory. What happened, I don't know. Everything is spinning.

His pulse is pulsing. I can't explain it. A syringe drilled into my neck and I am immediately calm. Me? You. He has lost his existence, you have gone crazy, he no longer knows what it is; Far away the quiet drumming of raindrops. I don't exist and yet he's there... "That doesn't make sense," you said. At least you think you're talking, but you don't hear yourself. No one answers. All dark. He's trying to move. Who? I don't know. And again something revolves around you, he can't say what it is. Who? Incomprehensible murmur.

You keep asking yourself: Who? I fall asleep. With a tea in hand, shaken by the endless rattling of the wheels on the rails.

This one rly doesn’t make sense in English. It was written in German and translated

#32 write a book

A burglar breaks into a house and discovered a dead body (after he steals a diary). He panics, and now he has to solve the murder using the diary. (Maybe later in the story the question is raised as to whether he did in fact murder the person or not)

I'm currently writing about a serial killer, try writing somthing spooky and phsyco logical

An artist with no memory paints the same painting over and over again, swearing he sees a face. A mystery unravels about his past, which he discovers through painting

#37 American psycho anyone

#39 That book was a fever dream. A good fever dream tho. But it don't gotta be like that add your own twist to the character

Yer so maybe…. Maybe your serial killer is also a detective (oh wait no that’s Dexter)… uhhhh maybe your serial killer… OO! YES! your audience doesn’t know that they are a serial killer. It would be hard to pull off, but it could be revealed at the end. (Sort of like murder of Roger Ackroyd [sorry spoiler alert])

I have my character in college studying to be a forensic scientist (because I wanna be one when I get older) but since it's a little to close to dexter I toss in other things that separate the 2 characters

Maybe you make it so it seems like they are two characters but really they are one character (forensic scientist and psycho). That would be cool.

U could call it psyentist