tools for writing suspense
1: write from the characters’ point of view. using an omniscient narrator that knows all and sees all rarely ever fits the basis of suspense. suspense is created when the reader has a question and wants to find an answer. it’s better to write from the points of views of the characters, because it’s easier to keep the audience guessing. as the characters learn more, so do we. for example, try relaying events and building anticipation by telling the story through journal entries, or through flashbacks of a surviving character, telling the story in the present day.
2: create a fitting setting. suspense relies on the reader’s fear of the unknown to snag and keep their interest, and to keep them guessing, you have to withhold information from them. the setting should also fit this. for example, Victorian London is a popular setting because it is often rainy and foggy, which makes the setting more mysterious and can create opportunities for you to trap the characters in your desired location. another way to do this, especially if you wish to keep it in the present day, is find ways to make normally ordinary, mundane objects sinister. this could include describing a doll’s button eyes as “soulless and empty” or roses on the kitchen table as “blood red.”
3: play around with form, style, and structure. the way you build a character’s speech can play a major part in their conveyance to the reader. if you want to make the audience uncomfortable by making them question a character’s sanity, try making them speak in short, fragmented sentences. if you’re writing a screenplay, then make use of long pauses. for example, have a vase suddenly crash while the character is home alone, and create a period following with little speech and movement.
4: use dramatic irony. this is a very useful tool when writing suspense, because it allows the audience to learn what is going to happen, but keeps them on the edge of their seat in order to learn how the other characters will find out. let’s say one of your characters finds out who the murderer is, and who the next victim is, but has to get to the victim in time to save them before the murderer gets to them, then that is a good use of dramatic irony.
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#dangerousgalaxy- what happens now that Palpatine is dead? How many other senators are dead? Do the clones send out a broadcast?
A shiver races down his spine and slowly, Obi-Wan places his cup down on the saucer, turning his head to meet Anakin’s eyes.
He and Ahsoka had been working on a puzzle set that Obi-Wan owned, just something meaningless but time consuming to preoccupy their time and since Ahsoka had sprained her left ankle, this was one of the better options.
Ahsoka too had paused, but kept her head down, lekkus twitching wildly.
Then all three had felt that, the cold tremble in the Force, as if something huge had happened.
Obi-Wan knew that Mace had already secluded himself into a Force muffled room due to the shatterpoints about to break but he had a feeling, with the way the Force had seemed to shake violently, that the poor man likely had a nosebleed by now.
None of them said anything though, Ahsoka placing a piece of the five thousand piece puzzle firmly into its place and then looking up at Anakin. “Your turn.” She stated quietly.
Clearly forcing himself back to the puzzle piece, Anakin eyed the pieces and found one to slot into place too, taking deep breaths.
Anakin had always been susceptible to the changes in the Force, being a son of it, so this had to be effecting him on a primal level Obi-Wan knew.
Least he was older now, the last time it happened had been when they went into that damn Sith temple and got separated. By the time Obi-Wan found his padawan again, the boy had a severe seizure and had bitten the inside of his own mouth, foaming with blood due to it.
Standing slowly, leaving his cup behind, Obi-Wan made his way to the door. “Obi-Wan.”
He paused at Anakin’s voice, turning around to peer at his former padawan as the blond stared at him. “…I’m not leaving the temple.” Obi-Wan murmured, watching both Ahsoka and Anakin purse their lips and exchange looks.
“…Alright. But we’ll both be cross if you leave the temple.” Anakin settled on, the two watching Obi-Wan pull on his boots but not his robe.
He gave them a small wave and then made his way outside to the empty halls.
Most Jedi had isolated themselves, knowing what was going on the moment the barrier had gone up around the temple.
Instantly, all shutters and doors had been closed, the shielding around the creche had become active and the creche masters had started the kids in on activities to keep them occupied, keep them as oblivious as possible to the coup. All masters were also keeping their padawans contained and active too, to keep their minds of what was going outside.
The padawans however were very aware of what was going on.
He knew that the temple guards had caught a few of them trying to leave, to help their troopers.
Making his way into the elevator, Obi-Wan breathed out heavily.
He understood the desire to help, he really did, he wanted to run to Cody’s side and make sure the other was alright, but…
The Jedi couldn’t.
If they involved themselves…
There was no saying what the end result would be and Jedi didn’t want power over the systems, regardless what some thought.
All they wanted was peace and justice and for people to damn well leave them alone.
Obi-Wan had to fight off a shiver of phantom hands on him and he took a sharp breath through his nose that he let out of his breath, forcing himself calm.
‘I’m just going to the stairs. I’m going to go to the stairs and wave in Ponds.’ Obi-Wan reminded himself sternly. He kept repeating it the entire way, waving to the temple guards at the door and feeling them keep an eye on him as he stepped out onto the staircase of the temple.
But there he stopped.
Technically, he hadn’t left the temple, not yet, keeping his promise to both Anakin and Ahsoka and also not alarming the guards.
He knew they would stop him if he really attempted to leave but he could feel their relief that he stopped on the top of the stairs.
Eyeing the area, feeling his the breeze ruffling his hair and smelling the under currant of smoke on the air, Obi-Wan waved as he spotted Ponds, the commander waving back and turning to one of the troopers beside him. Then he made his way to the stairs and started walking up, moving quickly.
It still took him a good five minutes, the stairs of the Jedi temple were big after all on all sides. Finally he reached Obi-Wan and saluted him. “General Kenobi, is there something wrong?” He questioned seriously.
As if neither of them could see the plumes of fire rising from not only the Rotunda but also several places of the Senatorial district.
But Obi-Wan simply shook his head. “No, not precisely. I was just… I wanted to ask how things were going… is… is Cody alright?” He questioned softly. He was very aware that Cody was the leader of this entire operation, was the Vod’alor, the brother’s chancellor.
He hadn’t been sure what to think about it when he found it out but it wasn’t up to him regardless… but it did give him hope, learning that Cody was in charge, after everything he and the others had done to keep the Jedi safe, Obi-Wan knew that Cody would keep them safe from such abuse.
After that shake of the Force though, Obi-Wan was worried.
Which left him standing on the top of the stairs, wrapping his own arms around himself as the slight chill of the breeze penetrated his tunic.
Ponds tilted his head before pulling of his bucket, giving Obi-Wan a sympathetic look. “Commander Cody is fine, they just finished up at the Rotunda and things should be under control soon.” He admitted softly, as if a full takeover of a government was common place.
It left Obi-Wan with true relief though and he smiled warmly at Ponds. “That’s good to know, I know a lot of Jedi are getting restless and I know Mace would like to see you so-” Obi-Wan paused as the Force suddenly gave a shrill cry.
The planet seemed to rock for a moment as the Rotunda east side suddenly blew out, the sound reaching all the way to the Jedi temple with ease as smoke and debris exploded out, much to Ponds and Obi-Wan’s shock.
Behind him, Obi-Wan could feel the guards step out too, equally shocked. “W-Was that suppose to happen?” Obi-Wan rasped out with wide eyes.
Ponds silently shook his head, staring too with equally wide eyes before he started barking commands to his men, the sentinels gently grasping Obi-Wan by the elbows to pull him inside.
All the meantime, black smoke swirled to the sky from the open hole of the Rotunda.
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