Writer's block...what should happen next?

Question

Help! I'm involved in a group story and I'm at an impasse. Here's the scenario: my character is having a knife fight with someone else's character. My character is pinned to the ground and just got cut across the face. I need to make another move but here's the problem:

1.) My character has no weapon at the moment.
2.) My character cannot die (it's a rule).
3.) My character is a 16 year old half starved girl and the other person's character is a full grown man. So obviously there's some difference in strength.

Any ideas on what I should write? I need to have something by tomorrow or I'm out of the game. And no, she can't kick him in the nuts because I already used that move.

Hey sorry, I forgot to mention this. This story is set in 19th century France. And I can ONLY control my character, not anyone else's.

Answer 1

there are SOOOO many possibilities....for dramatic effect you could write...

His arm rose high above me. The blade of the knife in his grasp glistened for an instant as it crossed paths with, and reflected, the street light from above. ...Then, like a guillotine being steadied above me; the arm, the clenched fist, the blade, began their final descent toward me.
My knees instantly jerked up in reflex to the impending death blow, my eyes shut tight as if the pain of sharp, glistening metal soon to pierce me, would somehow absorb any pain of death. The unexpected reflex of my knees pulling up into fetal position caught the weight of his chest as his entire body cocooned me; a black, hovering shadow of rage silhouetted against the street light above. A harsh, painful gasp suddenly pushed out from within my chest as his body bore down on me, pushing my knees hard against my chin, ...agony!....the back of my head forced even harder onto the pavement. "uggggh!".
"Huuuh...!" replied my grim reaper... the momentum of his final descent gave way to the serendipity of this chance collision, ultimately altering, by what must have been mere centimeters, my fate, as blade crashed instead onto the pavement with a burst, like a tuning fork reverberating in high pitched echo in my ear.
Instantly a grinding squeal of metal, momentum and cement exploded, sending tiny fragments of sidewalk spraying up onto my ear and the side of my face... then one, final shreak of breaking, snapping metal ..."PING"! ... then a moment later; "AHHHHHHHH".!!!.... an agonized shreak, laced with the sound of hot, shearing pain. For a split, sublime second I was strangely amazed by what I thought was the sound of me dying.
My eyes flashed open, the street light above me pierceing blindly for a second my vision as his massive force suddenly gave way, went oddly limp and rolled off from atop me. Then, shockingly, I realized, it was not from within me that the agonizing cry had emerged. I scrammbled back, my legs fiercly kicking the rest of his weight from off of me as I gazed fearfully at him. All the while confused at what so quickly had happened until I suddenly glimpsed the blood streaming down his hand as he pressed it tight over his right eye...."AHHHHHHH"...This time the sound of his pain was mingled with anger, my serendipity was his bain.
My body remembering again it's pain as I struggled to get to my feet, bracing myself against the cold metal pole where the street light perched above.
My heart skipped a beat as I suddenly noticed the knife just inches from his grasp, but it lay there. No attempt made by him to reach out for it, to finish me off like had been intended.
I realized then, incredulously, what had happenened as I stepped slowly, painfully, cautiously back, away from the cool touch of the metal light pole as I caught the instant glistening of the street light above reflected in the broken shaft of metal that lay next to his writhing, bloody faced heap of flesh.
'RUN!' the voice in my head yelled out to me...

Answer 2

I think you're definitely wise to plan the storyline before you actually start writing! As you've observed, letting the story take you where it wants often results in the story's never getting finished. So do you have an ending in mind? If so, would it help to think out what next development will lead logically (even if only in the reader's hindsight) toward that conclusion? Otherwise, as Mark Twain said, when the wells of inspiration run dry, you just have to sit back and wait for them to fill again. Sometimes it helps to go for a walk and talk out your problem with an interested and sympathetic friend if you're lucky enough to have such person, or if you prefer to keep your ideas to yourself until they're ready to go on paper, just think about it whenever the opportunity presents itself. May you soon have the opportunity to say what I once said when I Ieft a club meeting early: "My Muse is throwing a fit."

Answer 3

Unimaginative, I know, but...

There's a noise - a crash - that distracts the assailant, and when he quickly turns to see if there's someone else there the girl picks up some heavy object right near her own head and clunks him across the side of the face really badly. As he is taken aback for just a moment she drags herself up and runs, leaving behind, however, something that fell out of her pocket and had her name, address, and some other piece of intriguing information on it.

Answer 4

What would I do, bite off his ear.
Or you can make the guy have a heart problem and he begins to have a heart attack.
Or you can make someone walk in on the fight.
Or you can have a dog walk in and bite the dude.
You have a lot of choices use your imagination.

Answer 5

What about she goes limp as though passed out - then he might unpin her while he thinks of his next move ... and if you have to go on, you can consider possibilities of her making a surprise move while his attention is relaxed or diverted. Or maybe you can introduuce another character to interfere?

Answer 6

Have the girl shout: "David - STOP - don't you recognize me - I'm your long lost sister/daughter/niece (whatever) - I just realized who you are, but obviously you don't know me - I've changed so much since we last met when I was three years old!!



Sounds like a fun exercise.

Answer 7

She needs to sink her teeth deeply into his flesh. The very act making her feel queasy and sick....yet, she knows it is one of the few options she has left....

He will scream out and withdraw whatever body part that she has bitten....allowing her the opportunity to sink her nails deeply into his eye sockets.....thus giving her the upper hand, so she can kick the sh*t outta him.

How's that?

Answer 8

Maybe have the character spit in the man's face. It could cause him to rear back in disgust and then she could get away....or whatever you come up with?

Answer 9

Have her say, 'You cut my face! If I wan't so damned hungry right now would I kick your ***.' Then walk away.

Answer 10

scream fire people respond to fire over help or rape
people wont to be a hero not another victim