Well if it isn’t little miss thang, he sang out in an exaggerated drawl.
All grown up. You done got purty gal.
She assumed he was mocking her, in the way he would tease her when she was small and deeply peripheral to his orbit. 600 more words
The catalyst and climax get a lot of attention, and most writers are pretty knowledgeable about what those terms mean, but whenever I talk about the denouement, I rarely get reactions much better than, “Doesn’t that have something to do with the ending?” The poor denouement doesn’t get nearly enough attention (*wipes away a tear*), but today the denouement gets its whole own lecture. 979 more words