STORIES
sto·riespl., An account or recital of an event or a series of events, either true or fictitious.
These are stories I've written over the last few years. Writing stories has always been something I've greatly enjoyed and found I could do well, but some were written when I was much younger, and some are better written than others. That might explain a lot.
These stories fall into the category of 'look, don't touch'. Please respect the time and energy that went into writing them, as well as my ownership of them. I'd love you to read them, which is why they're posted here, but I should point out that if you steal anything, I will personally hunt you down!
~ short stories & novels
And what we all fear... The reflections of two people, both standing at the traffic lights in the rain, both afraid of the same thing - if only the other one knew it. There are parallels between this story, and another one further down the list…
At the Traffic Lights A man walks in the rain…
Originally the story from which "And what we all fear" came from, the main character in this is NOT meant to be the same character in the latter. Ultimately, meant to be two separate stories, and they are actually different.
Fire and Ice Katherina witnesses the punishment of a knight, and is sent on a quest by a cruel ruler.
I wrote this aged 13 or 14, sitting up the back of the room during
geography, to alleviate the boredom caused by being asked to stick shapes cut
out of magazines onto red cardboard. I’m not sure where on earth it came from,
because all the books I can see similarities in, I read after I wrote this…
James’ Dog This is my 50 word story (though I believe I actually
wrote 51!) I was given the first line (James looked out of
the window and noticed the brown dog.) and was slightly hampered because
I at first couldn’t think of anything not along the lines of “Hello, Sirius, fancy meeting you here.” Nooo… I’m not obsessed with Harry Potter.
Xarlia (Waiting) My novel (no longer "in progress" since I finished a complete draft, and rewrote the lot.Yay!)
Waiting was a good title for the short story I wrote
while home from school, sick. However, the tale of an innkeeper's daughter has escalated into more than a
short story, and has very little to do with waiting at all more to do with waiting than I thought.
Chapter 1 is the version as of 2009. The original prologue-idea ishere.
The Golden
Railway – chapter one The beginnings of an incomplete novel. Cassandra is frustrated with her family’s move to the
country, lonely and upset. All she has is a burning desire to write, and a deep
attachment to her little cousin. Both bring her in contact with someone who has
the potential to be her friend…
Balancing Act A chance meeting between three travellers fleeing the same danger.
“There was a balance between remembering and forgetting. It was a tight-rope Cesca found difficult to walk. The customary comparison came automatically; she had spent enough time travelling with a circus for it to have personal meaning.”
Growing Old It started as the internal dialogue of an old man in a
floppy yellow that I only knew in a picture, as he mulls over the changes in social attitudes from when his wife was a young woman in contrast to the world inhabited by his granddaughter.
Mahogany A group of bored boys decide to check out an empty house down the road - and find more than they expected.
This is my attempt at a horror story, because I decided
that what one doesn’t know is ultimately scary is more threatening that headless
bodies dripping blood, which is all my classmates were interested in writing
about. I was given the basic structure of the start of the
plot, and I took it from there myself.
Niamh’s Martian There is Niamh, who is struggling to
write a story; and the story she is writing, about a boy in hospital who meets a
martian. It is a reflection on the process of writing a story and the main focus
is Marty and the martian, with the story about Niamh interspersed. A story about writers block, written solely for the
purpose of passing the creative writing unit of English…
Olga’s Secret This is the story version of The House across the
Street, (based on an English project), about what Catriona finds out about an abandoned house and the people who lived there.
Oriana's Story This is the story I wrote by hand in two hours (exam
conditions… bleh) at the international finals of a creative thinking program.
It’s about immigration, set in a society where intellectual elitists and their
families are being brought to work at a facility on Mars, already dominated by
Kenyan refugees. I wrote with the help of two others, who wrote the
first two parts of the story. The daughter of one of the new employees, Oriana,
has just been confronted by a Kenyan girl… I won two awards for this story.
Running Away Running Away was based around the
scenario “I remember our parting at the train station the following morning. She
had a grim, determined look in her red eyes. I – I don’t know how I looked, but
I had a feeling of hollowness inside and a longing for another coffee.” I
wanted to write a story that didn’t keep entirely with the stereotypes of people
who are labelled smart; and that looked at those who actually are smart. An
intelligent person can make mistakes like anybody else.
The Seventh
Object Seriously, the title gives it all away.
There are seven objects, and this story is about the seventh...
The Willows I’ll have to admit that everything Lucia says is lifted
from other languages, and has no real relevance to the rest of the plot. (Not
that there really is a plot, but I tried.)
Virtual
Engineer I won a national award for this futuristic story based
on e-commerce, so this is something I’m proud of. It’s a futuristic story, about
the possibilities e-commerce offer to those who are creative, even if they are
only 14.
When Pippa was Twelve A time-warp story, inspired by my interest in other eras, and a lot of time on
my hands…
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