Showing posts with label fantasy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fantasy. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Not a poem- Essay on Fantasy Fiction

I was wanting to write an essay on something, just for fun. Don't hear that very often, do you? lol. Anyways, I picked the topic of Fantasy fiction. I asked myself- How do you define Fantasy fiction? This is what I wrote. Enjoy and leave me comments about the essay in general or how you define Fantasy fiction or maybe any other genre of literature that you enjoy. :) ~T

Fantasy takes the mind somewhere it may have never imagined. Yet, someone else imagined it. Authors of fantasy fiction build exciting, parallel worlds, magical beings and an over all sense of awe.

What if today's world didn't have cars, but instead everyone traveled by giant bubbles? Authors build their fantasy worlds on stacked questions of; "What if?" The essential question for all fiction writers plays a crucial part in delving into a writer's imagination. What if the sky was brown and the dirt was blue? Readers of fantasy fiction cannot question, "why?" Fantasy makes the question irrelevant. Yet, a great fantasy writer will be able to paint a world of magic and delights so believable, instead readers will ask, "why not?"

Once the world is built, why not add creatures of wonder? Magical creatures of fantasy are almost a must. The selection and creation of fantasy characters and creatures is usually inspired by the combination of; what the author knows, reality, and ideas formed from myths or folklore, or formed from pure creativity. These characters and creatures give the author's created world a purpose.

With purpose, comes life and adventure. Fantasy worlds are created, filled, brought to life and then presented to the reader. Readers of fantasy can devour the platter of an amazing world, wondrous creatures and a great tale of adventure. The author transforms these magical, fantasy elements into a tasty smoothie. Readers learn to love the characters. The readers are amazed by the fantasy world. Then the readers just burst into ecstastical bliss, all from a well written fantasy.

These fantasy authors are great at building exciting worlds, filling them with magical beings and leaving readers satisfied and in awe. That is what defines a good fantasy novel. Fantasy, as we never imagined, built upon questions.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

The Book of My Life

lost among the pages
I long never to leave
another world, different faces
the longer the book
the faster I read
the fantasy, my mind took
flew away, gone at last
uncertain of reality
escaping it's firm grasp
but what will become of me
as I burrow and hide
into the books I flee?
a great adventure
is what I long and crave
yet in reality, I will never venture
I am scared
because at the end
pages will sit idle as they were all I cared.

I reread the last Harry Potter book between last night and today. It made me feel very melancholy at the end. I hate the prologue at the end... it makes me sad to have missed 19 years of Harry and everyone else's life. Why do I feel so sad to miss a character from a books life? It wasn't real. Yet everyday I hide myself away, reading books, my head lost in my own world of imagination. I miss out on parts of my own life. Things I find myself scared to face. I am a coward. Too scared to live my own life the way I truly want to, in order to be happy. I can live vicariously through my books...but when it comes down to the end...we all die and what true love and life will I have to remember? Pages of print telling me what their adventure found... while I sat idle, too scared to grab my own. Fear of the unknown... can destroy life... If only I could now find the courage to grab my life and make it be what I want it to. Though with my books of fantasy, I find I long for those things that we know not to be real. Things of fantasy are my longing...and unobtainable. From a young age I always wished to be born in a different time, a different world. I do not fit here. I love my family but I long for something more...which I am unsure of. I'm not sure I know how to be happy anymore. I wish I knew how to find happiness. It's just an ongoing battle within myself for my life. Wish me luck.
~T~

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Behind Closed Eyes

hiding, holding deep beneath the sand
seeing another world behind closed eyes
afraid to grow up, take a stand
live the life given, so afraid, she cries
so many adventures lived behind closed eyes
but so many lost in real life
she lives a half life
here...but not...and always wishing
wishing for that on the other side
so, lazily she lies, dreaming
from the world...she hides
...in many others...
behind closed eyes

This poem is about me. Sometimes I feel like I'm walking around, my eyes glazed over, my mind in another world besides the one I'm walking in. My imagination always exploring other places that I've read about or just dreamt up myself. It's hard to force myself back into reality. I think my family even realizes that my mind is always adrift. I've decided to try to rein it in but keep it free at the same time by learning to share these worlds with others, by writing. I hope I can succeed. Wish me luck. :)
~T~