Genre- science fiction Troupe- Friends to Lovers Theme- A sci-fi story of two kids who grew together, not knowing their true identities fall in love while discovering their unusual Paranormal identity. Setting- Space and earth The plot- Only when they knew the reason for there new abilities, could they control it Exposition- A very scary dark side of the moon and Elliot knew the only way to get out of there without harm is to do what he swore he wouldn't do no more Inciting incident- The moment Elliot had kissed Merida, he felt a rush in him, A rush that would forever play a big part in their lives Rising action- Elliot knew the only way to save themselves from this blessing and curse was to embark on a very dangerous mission Climax- When Elliot kissed Merida and for the first time their beast nature didn't boost out, Elliot felt at peace. Finally, he said Denouement- Merida felt at peace when she discovered it wasn't her fault all this while but mostly, she was happy it wasn't Elliot's either Characterization- Elliot was the kind of man any lady would see and won't take her eyes off. He was well built and his eyes where like that of a wolf, say to speak, he was very handsome. Merida is what you would call a Damsel, literally. She has great blossoms and a full breast, chubby yet still slick that you could fall in love while just looking at her, her beauty was general Synapses- I'm Elliot, but everyone calls me Wolf Boy. I was painfully shy, and in middle school and high school, I couldn't talk to girls because I was so red from the boner making a tent in my chinos almost every second I was awake. It didn't help that getting loudly mishandled and actually pummeled consistently by my father left me feeling quite useless. When I was in elementary school, all I wanted was for people to be alone with me. I discovered that I could shock people and get them to distance themselves from us if I was really gross. In the event that a young lady was relegated the seat close to mine, at one of the two man, weighty, regular completion, oak tables, picking my nose and mining fat, terrible buggers was typically sufficient to make them ask to sit close to Lee. Lee's mother probably didn't make him change out of his shorts or take a bath every day. It generally possessed a scent like Lee had simply crapped his jeans. I probably been quite dreadful, huh? Essentially staying away kept me in the clear more often than not.
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