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Week 12: Hypnotic Episodic Writing Group - Echoes in the Woods



I'm happy to present week 12's work from our Hypnotic Episodic Writing Group! This vibrant community wraps itself into the art of hypnotic writing, exploring fresh prompts each week. Every Saturday, I'll share a new prompt on the blog, reflecting the themes we've discussed in our in-person meetings. There are only two weeks left of these public hypnotic stories.


As we've journeyed through these many weeks, I've noticed that many of you are hesitant to share your work publicly. It makes sense that some writers hope to publish their works but do not want to share them broadly. However, the pieces you've shared with me reveal immense talent, innovation, and a desire to break away from the expected. Our discussions often touch on fundamental concepts and how they relate to our life experiences and perceptions.


Sharing these epic tales requires a significant amount of time, energy, and information. I've decided to offer these pieces and mentor others until we complete a baker's dozen of hypnotic episodic tales that transport us to other worlds and back. Please share your short writings on the theme and enjoy the diverse ideas that blend together through the prism of experience. There is only one week left!


To enhance our practice and strategize effectively, I've created a private, invite-only group. This exclusive space will allow us to hone our skills and collaborate closely. If you're passionate about hypnotic writing and eager to join our vibrant community, I encourage you to reach out. This group will be on Facebook, and in the future, I'll explore other options if need be.


The key to joining? Owning one of my books. This ensures we're all working from the same foundational materials, fostering a unified and productive learning environment. Don't miss out on this opportunity to transform your writing and connect with like-minded individuals. Reach out today and become a part of our exciting journey into the world of hypnotic storytelling!


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This is a unique community driven opportunity to write along with the author and learn with the community that is able to partipate each week.


Prompt: How do writers of hypnotic episodic literature balance the need for narrative progression with the desire to maintain a trance-like state in the reader?


Below, you will find this week's Hypnotic Saga from my new book, Hypnotic Writing Lab: Develop Your Hypnotic Episodic Storytelling Skills for Influence.


Echoes in the Woods

The dense woods that surrounded Pine Hollow had always held a certain mystery, a whispering presence that seemed to hum just beneath the surface. The town itself was small, nestled between rolling hills and shadowed by towering trees that had stood for centuries, their roots tangled deep in the earth. For as long as anyone could remember, the woods had been both a source of life and a place to avoid after dark, a boundary between the known and the unknown.


Grace Harding had grown up in Pine Hollow, the woods a constant backdrop to her life. She’d spent countless hours exploring the forest as a child, following the winding trails, collecting leaves, and listening to the rustling of the wind through the branches. The trees were old friends, their trunks marked with the initials of generations before her, a testament to the passage of time. But as she grew older, the allure of the woods had faded, replaced by the responsibilities of adulthood, and the pressing weight of choices not yet made.


Now, at thirty-two, Grace found herself drawn back to those woods with a need she couldn’t quite explain, a pull that seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. She had returned to Pine Hollow after years of living in the city, seeking the comfort of familiarity after a painful breakup and the overwhelming pace of life that had left her drained and lost. Her childhood home had been left to her after her parents passed, and she had come back to the house that had once been filled with laughter and warmth, now quiet and still.


It was a crisp autumn afternoon when Grace decided to venture into the woods again, her steps tentative as she crossed the threshold from the well-kept garden into the wild tangle of nature beyond. The air was cool, carrying the earthy scent of fallen leaves and damp soil. She had no particular destination in mind, only a vague sense that the woods might hold the answers she was searching for, answers to questions she hadn’t yet dared to ask.


As she walked, Grace felt the familiar rhythm of the forest begin to take hold, the rustling of leaves underfoot, the distant call of birds, the soft creak of branches swaying in the breeze. The path wound deeper into the woods, the trees closing in around her, their shadows long and dark in the fading light. But instead of feeling fear, Grace felt a sense of calm, a quiet that settled over her like a blanket, wrapping her in the embrace of the forest.


She had always been a writer, though she had never thought of herself as particularly successful. Her stories were short, often incomplete, scattered thoughts that never seemed to coalesce into something whole. But they were hers, private reflections of the life she lived, the emotions she felt but rarely expressed. Writing had been her refuge, her way of processing the world around her, of making sense of the chaos that so often filled her mind.


As she wandered deeper into the woods, Grace’s thoughts turned to her writing, the stories she had abandoned, the ideas that had withered away before they could bloom. She wondered why it had become so difficult to write, why the words no longer flowed as they once had, why her mind felt like a maze of dead ends and unfinished sentences.


The path began to narrow, the trees growing denser, their branches interlocking above her like a woven canopy. Grace had the strange sensation that the woods were guiding her, leading her somewhere she needed to go. The air was thick with anticipation, a charged stillness that made her skin tingle.


And then she heard it—a soft, melodic humming, barely audible over the sounds of the forest. It seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once, a tune that was both foreign and familiar. Grace paused, straining to listen, her heart quickening with curiosity. The humming grew louder, more distinct, and she found herself drawn toward it, her feet moving almost of their own accord.


The path opened up into a small clearing, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. In the center of the clearing stood an old stone well, its surface covered in moss and ivy, as if it had been forgotten by time. The humming was coming from the well, a haunting melody that seemed to rise up from its depths, echoing through the air like a distant memory.


Grace approached the well, her steps slow and deliberate, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. She peered over the edge, into the dark void below, but saw nothing. The humming continued, a gentle, hypnotic tune that seemed to resonate deep within her, stirring something she couldn’t quite name.


Without thinking, Grace reached into her pocket and pulled out a small notebook she always carried with her, along with a pen. She opened the notebook to a blank page and began to write, her hand moving swiftly across the paper as the words poured out of her, unbidden and unstoppable.


The story that emerged was unlike anything she had ever written before. It was a story of the woods, of the well, of the humming that called to those who were lost, who sought answers in the silence of the forest. It was a story of choices made and paths taken, of the thin line between the known and the unknown, and the consequences that came from crossing that line.


Grace wrote with a sense of urgency, as if the story were already written in her mind, and she was merely transcribing it. The words flowed effortlessly, the sentences weaving together in a way that felt both natural and inevitable. She lost track of time, the world around her fading into the background as the story took shape on the page.


When she finally finished, Grace felt a deep sense of satisfaction, a release of the tension that had been building inside her for so long. She closed the notebook and sat down on the edge of the well, the humming now a faint echo, barely audible. She took a deep breath, the cool air filling her lungs, and felt a calmness settle over her.


It was then that she noticed the figure standing at the edge of the clearing, half-hidden in the shadows of the trees. Grace’s heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat. The figure was tall and slender, dressed in a long coat that seemed to blend with the darkness of the woods. For a moment, Grace thought it might be a trick of the light, her imagination playing tricks on her after the intense writing session. But as the figure stepped forward, into the light, she saw that it was real—a man, his face partially obscured by the brim of his hat.


“Who are you?” Grace asked, her voice trembling slightly.


The man didn’t answer right away. He simply stood there, watching her with an intensity that made her feel exposed, as if he could see right through her, into the deepest parts of her soul.


“You wrote the story,” the man finally said, his voice low and smooth, like the whisper of wind through the trees. It wasn’t a question, but a statement, as if he already knew the answer.


Grace nodded, clutching the notebook to her chest. “I did. But... how do you know?”


The man took another step forward, his eyes never leaving hers. “Because the story was always yours to write. The well called to you, just as it has called to others before you. It’s a place where stories are born, where the unspoken truths of the world are given form. But not everyone can hear its call.”


Grace frowned, trying to make sense of his words. “What do you mean? What is this place?”


The man’s gaze softened, and for a moment, Grace thought she saw a hint of sadness in his eyes. “This place is a crossroads, a boundary between the world of the living and the world of stories. The well is a portal, a connection to the collective consciousness of all who have ever written, who have ever sought to understand the mysteries of life through words. It’s a place where the veil between reality and fiction is thin, where the stories we tell can shape the world around us.”


Grace’s mind raced, trying to comprehend the enormity of what he was saying. She looked down at the notebook in her hands, the weight of the story she had written suddenly feeling much heavier.


“What happens now?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.


The man stepped closer, his presence both comforting and intimidating. “That depends on you, Grace. The story you’ve written is powerful, but it’s only the beginning. You have a choice to make—whether to continue down this path, to explore the depths of the well and the stories it holds, or to walk away, to return to the life you knew before.”


Grace felt a chill run down her spine. She had always known there was something special about her connection to the woods, something that went beyond the ordinary. But she had never imagined it would lead her here, to this moment, where the fate of her life—and perhaps more—hung in the balance.


“What if I choose to walk away?” she asked, her voice trembling.


The man tilted his head slightly, considering her question. “If you walk away, the well will remain, waiting for the next storyteller to hear its call. But the story you’ve written will stay with you, a memory of what could have been. And the questions you’ve sought to answer may never find resolution.”


Grace swallowed hard, her mind racing. She looked around the clearing, at the trees that had once been her refuge, at the well that had called to her from the depths of the forest. She thought about the story she had written, the way it had flowed from her like a river, carrying with it all the emotions and thoughts she had buried for so long.


She knew what she had to do.


“I can’t walk away,” Grace said, her voice steady. “I need to see this through. I need to understand.”


The man nodded, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “I thought you might say that. The well has chosen you, Grace, just as you have chosen it. But be warned—this path is not an easy one. The stories you uncover may not always be kind, and the truths you find may be difficult to bear. But if you are willing, the well will guide you, and you will learn to balance the need for narrative progression with the desire to maintain the trance-like state that keeps the reader enthralled.”


Grace took a deep breath, the weight of his words settling over her like a cloak. She looked down at the notebook in her hands, at the story she had written, and felt a surge of determination.


“I’m ready,” she said, her voice strong. “I want to continue.”


The man nodded, his expression serious. “Then follow me, Grace. There is much to learn, and the well has many stories yet to be told.”


He turned and began to walk back into the woods, his steps sure and steady. Grace hesitated for only a moment before following him, the notebook clutched tightly in her hands. As she walked, she felt the woods close in around her, the trees whispering secrets in a language she couldn’t quite understand.


The path wound deeper into the forest, the light growing dimmer as the sun dipped below the horizon. But Grace wasn’t afraid. She felt a sense of purpose, a clarity that had been missing for so long. She knew that this journey would be difficult, that the stories she uncovered might challenge everything she thought she knew. But she was ready to face whatever lay ahead, to explore the depths of the well and the mysteries it held.


As they walked, the man began to speak, his voice low and melodic, like the humming she had heard from the well. He spoke of the power of stories, of the way they could shape the world, of the delicate balance between progression and trance. He taught her how to weave silence into her words, how to use the unspoken to create tension, to draw the reader in and hold them in a state of suspended disbelief.


Grace listened intently, absorbing every word, her mind whirring with possibilities. She began to see her writing in a new light, understanding that it wasn’t just about the words on the page, but about the spaces between them, the pauses that allowed the reader to fill in the gaps, to become an active participant in the story.


As the night deepened, the man led her to a small, secluded glade, where a fire burned brightly in the center. The light from the flames danced on the trees, casting long shadows that flickered and swayed. Grace sat down by the fire, her mind racing with all she had learned.


The man sat across from her, his eyes reflecting the firelight. “You’ve made a good start, Grace,” he said. “But there is still much to learn. The well is deep, and its stories are endless. You will need to be patient, to listen to the silence, to let the stories reveal themselves to you in their own time.”


Grace nodded, her heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. She knew that this journey would be long, that there would be moments of doubt and fear, but she was ready to face them. She had found her purpose, her path, and she would follow it wherever it led.


As the fire crackled and the night grew darker, Grace felt a sense of peace settle over her. The woods were alive with possibilities, with stories waiting to be told, and she was ready to uncover them, one by one.

And so, with the fire as her guide and the man as her mentor, Grace began her journey into the heart of the woods, into the depths of the well, and into the stories that would shape her life and the lives of those who would read her words.


For she had learned that in the balance between narrative progression and trance, in the spaces between words and the silences that spoke volumes, lay the true power of hypnotic episodic literature. And with that knowledge, she would write stories that would echo through the ages, stories that would leave an indelible mark on the world, stories that would never be forgotten.


THE END


Talking about the piece above.


"Echoes in the Woods" isn't just a story—it's an immersive experience crafted with the principles of hypnotic writing that draw the reader into a deep, reflective state. What makes this piece so engaging lies in its ability to weave a narrative that balances progression with the trance-like state that keeps readers fully absorbed in the unfolding events.


Sensory Immersion: From the very beginning, the story pulls readers into the dense, mysterious woods of Pine Hollow. The detailed descriptions—such as the "earthy scent of fallen leaves and damp soil" and the "soft creak of branches swaying in the breeze"—engage multiple senses, making the setting feel tangible and real. This sensory-rich language helps to create a vivid mental image, anchoring the reader in the scene and setting the stage for a hypnotic experience.


Rhythm and Repetition: The story employs a rhythmic flow, particularly in the descriptions of the woods and Grace’s journey. The repetition of certain motifs, such as the whispering of the trees and the humming from the well, builds a hypnotic rhythm that mirrors the process of trance induction. This repetition not only deepens the reader's immersion but also creates a sense of inevitability, guiding them toward the story's climax.


Metaphorical Depth: The woods themselves are a powerful metaphor for the unknown parts of the psyche, a place where buried emotions and forgotten stories lie in wait. The well, too, serves as a symbol of the subconscious mind—a deep, mysterious place where stories and truths emerge. By exploring these metaphors, the story taps into universal themes of self-discovery and the quest for meaning, making it resonate on a deeper, more emotional level.


Engaging Open Loops: The story introduces intriguing questions early on—What is the source of the humming? Who is the mysterious man? What secrets does the well hold? These open loops create a sense of curiosity and suspense that keeps the reader engaged, eager to find answers. By gradually revealing these mysteries, the story maintains a strong narrative tension, which is a key element in hypnotic writing.


Balancing Narrative Progression and Trance: The narrative moves forward with a sense of purpose, but it does so in a way that allows the reader to dwell in each moment. The story isn't rushed; instead, it takes its time to explore the setting, the characters' emotions, and the underlying themes. This balance between action and reflection creates a trance-like state, where the reader is deeply engaged with the narrative while also being free to interpret and reflect on the underlying meaning.


The Power of Silence and Suggestion: As the man in the story teaches Grace, the power of hypnotic writing often lies in the spaces between words—in the silences that allow the reader to fill in the gaps with their own thoughts and emotions. The story skillfully uses pauses and unspoken truths to build tension and deepen the reader's involvement. For example, the man's cryptic explanations about the well and its purpose suggest much more than they reveal, leaving room for the reader's imagination to roam.


How Writers Can Use These Techniques

Writers looking to harness the power of hypnotic writing can take several lessons from "Echoes in the Woods":

  • Immerse Readers in Sensory Detail: Engage all the senses to create a vivid, tangible world that readers can lose themselves in. Describe not just what your characters see, but also what they hear, smell, and feel.

  • Establish a Rhythmic Flow: Use repetition and rhythmic language to create a hypnotic cadence that draws readers deeper into the story. This rhythm can be achieved through the careful repetition of themes, images, or phrases.

  • Employ Metaphors and Symbols: Tap into universal themes and emotions through the use of metaphors and symbols. These elements add layers of meaning to your story, allowing readers to connect with it on a deeper level.

  • Use Open Loops to Create Suspense: Introduce intriguing questions or mysteries early on, and reveal the answers gradually. This technique keeps readers engaged, as they become invested in uncovering the truth.

  • Balance Action with Reflection: Don’t rush your narrative. Allow time for reflection and exploration of themes, creating a balance between narrative progression and the trance-like state that keeps readers fully engaged.

  • Harness the Power of Silence and Suggestion: Sometimes, what is left unsaid can be more powerful than what is explicitly stated. Use suggestion and silence to create tension and allow readers to bring their own interpretations to the story.

By incorporating these techniques, writers can craft stories that not only captivate readers but also take them on a hypnotic journey of discovery, much like Grace’s own exploration in the woods. These tools can transform a simple narrative into an immersive, unforgettable experience, leaving a lasting impression on those who read it.


I hope you enjoyed this week's selection, and I look forward to reading yours.



Joseph Crown


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