Plotting, AKA writing random stuff and hoping a story is born

Sometimes I have a story idea that consists of nothing more than an image, a title, or even worse a feeling. While I love coming up with plots, the procedure is... messy. I just write down everything that comes to mind in a sort of brainstorming session. So, as I shared my first draft, I thought I might as well share this, too.

Don't feed the dragon, err, the trolls.  - sometimes writing anything that comes to mind goes badly when you actually forget to think. 

Our hero is a proud warrior - too proud. - This part is much less evident in the final version of the story. 

His ally the POV. Hopeless young boy stuck with the mighty warrior.

HUMOR ALL THE WAY!! Or a pathetic attempt at it... 

They get under a bridge, in a classical troll setting. - And this one got deleted in the final version. Mostly because I was too lazy. 

Our hero wants to feed the trolls? Nah. It's a senseless sign out up there.

Mighty weapon. You know, mighty weapons usually get monsters a little annoyed.

Pity I can't write humor tales the same way I write these things. - I did say everything that comes to mind, didn't I?

Okay, I should just get on with writing. - And sometimes I need a sound yelling from myself. 

So, back to plotting. Our hero is travelling through a forest to get to his next destination. Ally POV. And maybe a third character? Nah. Actually, yes. Small pixie. Boy or girl? Girl.

Use adverbs.

Intentionally bad writing? Maybe not too much.

Get back to plotting, girl!

So, they pass under a bridge, after seeing a sign of don't feed the trolls. The ally doesn't like it, not one bit.

The trolls appear, mighty weapon, pixie and ally run. Hero got eaten.

You know what, I'm done with this story. - This was my own thought, but it ended up also being the ally's last line. Heh. 

So that's how my stories are born. Yeah... I'll go now. 

Next up, today's story!! I think I'm done with these backstage sort of posts. 

The Storyteller's Challenge 9 - Don't feed the trolls

Another attempt at humor. Not great, but I WILL get the hang of it. I'm starting to like this intentionally bad writing style. 

Awww, but he's so cute!

It was a pleasant and warm evening. Come to think of it, it looked more like midday. Let's settle on afternoon.

It was a warm and pleasant afternoon. The sun was shining up in the sky, although it was admittedly a little hard to know that for our three heroes, since the thick foliage of the mighty old oak trees completely blocked the sunrays from spreading their light to the rest of the forest. Three heroes were travelling in the forest, their destination a new adventure.

A small head popped out of a satchel. "So how much exactly 'til we're in the village?"

Frieg the Great Warrior shrugged and pushed the small head inside the satchel. A small body popped out of the satchel.

Joe the Elf simply picked up Pix the Pixie from her path of plummeting towards the ground at the speed of light.

Pix tended to forgot pixies couldn't fly, and Joe was quite tired of saving her tiny neck everytime she attempted to do so. But he was even more scared of what could happen if Frieg the Great Warrior lost his only way of contact when he lost his way, because that meant Joe would also have lost his way and his only way of contact when he lost his way.

They, in fact, had lost their way, though no one wanted to admit it yet, so Pix, Jow and Frieg were all eagerly waiting the moment when one of them spoke about the problem.

It was as our heroes passed the millionth tree that day that they spotted a bright sign.

Joe was quite understandably uncomfortable when he realized the sign read 'Don't feed the trolls', but Frieg the Great Warrior seemed to not pay it much attention. Probably rightly so, since to become a Great Warrior and not Average Frieg he had fought a lot of monsters and trolls.

Something in a nearby tree rustled, and a troll jumped out of its hiding.

"Look." Frieg the Great Warrior drew his mighty weapon. "It's a troll."
Joe the Elf wished that Frieg wouldn't be so quick to draw his mighty weapon. The trolls, he considered, might be happier if he didn't.

More irritated than scared from the sight of Frieg's mighty weapon, the troll took a step toward the group. It was fat and grey, and much to Joe's fright quite large. And smelly, but Joe was more preoccupied by the large part. His double chin did a little dance as he bellowed to the skies.

This was the point where Joe thought it better to run away. He sprinted in a random direction, closely followed by Pix, and started running madly without paying much attention to his surroundings. After stepping in a pile of disgusting troll feces, he started to think he was going away. At destroying a large spider web (and upsetting the spider) he was more convinced of it. When he felt the terrrain under his feet disappear and fell down a cliff, he was quite sure he had lost the troll.

"Do you think we're safe here?" asked Pix.
"Maybe." Joe shrugged. There was a pause where both seemed to consider something.
"Where is Frieg?"

A shrill scream filled the air, undoubtedly belonging to the Great Warrior. A troll bellow and slurping noises followed soon after.

"You know what?" Joe said, getting to his feet and brushing fallen leaves off his pants. "I'm done with this story."

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For those who don't know me yet, hello! I'm a crazy teenage writer, inventor of the Storyteller's Challenge and overall a geek. English is my third language, so I'd love you eternally if you pointed out my grammar mistakes. As an aspiring author, I'm always up for constructive criticism. A big hug and may the Force be with you!