Interactive storytelling

Dear and beloved readers!

I am attending three courses right now and trying to deal with a lot of stuff regarding my own life and the future of it, that is the main reason why it was a long time since I posted anything here. And also because I have been writing some posts for Naarthegame.net instead and reporting the ongoing development over there. So there is a lot of planning in all directions. 😉

So something’s are changing right now, I am trying to learn how to write narratives, not being a book reader is something that doesn’t help me at all (I will need to start reading books of course).  So let’s get this thing started;

 

In the course named interactive storytelling we have an assignment to deliver. The thing is to write a branching story with dialogs where the user will experience different outcomes based on the choices made.

My first plan was to portray the life of a poor boy in the streets of Iraq, the goal for this kid was to gather money to feed his family, so the reader would have to figure out the best way to earn money by haggling. I realized that the scope was going be too big for this assignment so I had to figure out another way to execute this Idea. After a some thinking I had a better idea!

I realized that I could use the journey of current day refugees trying to get from turkey to a safer place, with this idea I would be able to shed light over the current situation and maybe induce some kind of compassion towards what the refugees would have to go through.

So this is the story of Hamodi, a young boy that tries to make his way through different countries to get to Sweden. The way there will vary, depending on which way you choose for him.

I have been using real life sources from people that made it to Sweden, BUT, none of their names are used here and the story is of course  not a true story but a collection of stories. Anyways,  try it out and if you have some time over please leave some feedback in the comment section below so that I may learn something. The story will maybe continue if enough people would like to see it finished but for now I hope you like this one.

 

Download the story here: The story of Hamodi 

OBS: The software used for this story is called Twine, Check it out! Its pretty easy to use.

 

Love story.

Where did they go? the words he just had on his lips. Sitting there staring down at her hand lying there right next to his thigh, oh what a beautiful hand, so soft and so gentle, just resting there on the wooden plank.  Is this the right moment? If he puts his hand on hers, would she feel the same him? would she accept it?

He faces the view of the sun setting, he has to get her home soon. He turns his head and looks at her, while she is looking at the view, and her face, smooth as silk, perfectly shaped, her dark eyes glimmering, her long brown hair resting slightly on her other shoulder. Her ear, neck, down to her collarbone, such a beautiful sight.

He moves a bit closer to her, his shoulder gently touching hers . She turns and looks at him, their eyes meet, he gazes at her lips, so shiny.

– What is it? she asked smiling.

– Oh! No..nothing, he replied.

His hand starts to tremble and his heart is racing, he can feel it pumping the blood through his body. He feels afraid, the lump in his chest makes him feel anxious. Should he just do it? Just take the chance? How would it look if they left and he didn’t do anything?

– Actually… there is one thing, he says.

– Yeah?

– Come  closer, he tells her.

She leans forward, her eyes inspecting his face. He leans forward slowly, she gets drawn in. Her soft lips touching his, he closes his eyes, he loves it. The intensity makes him  move, he takes her hand in his, he carefully kisses her neck and then her cheek. He backs up and pulls her closer to him, she rests her head on his shoulder, and he leans his head on hers. He loves it, that satisfaction, hopes for the future runs around his head with happiness.

Emely

So this is a short input from a story i wrote, please enjoy!

Her emotions boils up! The desire to bring this man down to his knees and make him pleede for his life was unbearable. She shouted out;

– If you consider yourself man enough to face me, i may let you leave with your dignity and head intact!

His face made a grin as he turned around.

– I will cut you up like a pig, you whore!

The pub was silenced by this dispute, only a man and a woman could be seen in the lantern lights.

He unsheathes his sword and makes himself ready, but she just stands there with a satisfied smile.

– DRAW YOUR SWORD! He yells.

– No need to worry, I only need one swing, she replies calmly.

Out of frustration he makes his first move. He moves towards her with a quick spurt and a confident swing aiming for her throat. She tilts her head backwards, he misses and trips, falling on his side right in front of her.

– I guess you won’t be leaving this place with your dignity, stand up! she says.

He gets himself up and start to swing furiously but not landing a single hit. He breathes heavily, sweat dripping down from his face and gliding down his leathered armor.

-I think it’s about time i put an end to this, she says while placing her hand on the hilt of her sword.

She looks at him. A smile that tells him that the moment belongs to her, her beautiful face shaded perfectly by the light. Who would not place his heart out for only a moment of her embrace?

But he, feeling betrayed by her appearance, he swings with his full might aiming for her chest. She ducks as his sword whistles over her head, then she draws her sword as she ascend for her turn. The sword leaves her sheath silently, slicing through the air in a vast speed, and making a quick return back into its sheath.

His eyes are in shock. His sword hits the wooden floor as his hand reaches for his throat. Blood flushes from between his fingers, he can’t utter any words, only coughs and struggles for air.

He staggers backwards against a table and his heavy body breaks it as he hits the floor. Slowly the man looses all sound but his eyes frozen in shock.

The crowd starts to whisper to each other as Emily walks up to the pub keeper. She gives him a small pouch of gold;

– This should cover my bill and the damage done here.

She puts her cloak on. Drags the body out where she puts it on her wagon and leaves the dark night.