Hi guys, the following excerpt is from a story she is writing at the moment, no title was submitted but if you go over to “Almond Girl” (
http://merryblake.wordpress.com/ ) which is her blog then I am sure you can find some more information and give her any feedback you see fit! If you have anything you want featured on this blog or on Fresh Ink, this sites sister blog then send me an e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org
Here is the first paragraph, click the link at the end for the full chapter!
“I’m huddled in the overhang of a doorway waiting for Ordree and Leon to come back from their scout so we can return to the loft together. They should be back soon, so I’ll give them five more minutes before quitting. There aren’t any clocks this side of town, but the faint clinking of the gears from the Industrial Quarter is as good alternative as any. Once I get to three hundred clicks, I’ll leave and let them get back on their own. Loitering will eventually catch unwanted attention. Something we definitely do not need right now.”
I will be working on a few projects of my own over summer and the one which I have officially decided on and the first one I’d like to unveil is working on a collection of short stories set in the same world.
They will be based in the same world as a previous short story that I have written which you can read here. They will be Steampunky/Post-Apocalyptic, set in the future though rather than the past, in a world covered in sand. The sand is explained in the short story I have linked.
The working title of this collection of stories is “Sandworld” which is very unoriginal I know, but it’s too the point because after all they are set in a Sandworld aha. But it’s only a working title and I’ll think of something as I go but one word came to mind earlier when I was walking home. And this word is “Adelaide”, now I can’t decide whether it should be a character name, the name of a town, or the name of the country/world that these stories are set in.
The reason this word came to mind? I was walking back home past a sign I have walked past many times before and this sign read, “Victoria Street”, and Victoria clicked in my head, sending me back to my story set in a Steampunk world, and what timeframe are most steampunk stories set in/based on? Continue reading →
Slowly, the script is coming together, like I mentioned previously I’m doing this in my spare time and it’s hard deciding what to keep and omit, here it is so far (literally like 3 full pages, but a couple of hours work aha)
“This. The energy, circling around the clearing. The electric tension in the air.” As she said this I did start to feel what she was on about, there was a charge to the air, not unlike the feeling you get when you there is a storm coming, the sense of calm before the beating, downpour of rain. She span in a circle, finishing facing me in the middle of the clearing. Her hair started to flutter, blown by a non-existent breeze.
“I feel it,” I held out my hands and could feel the air being disturbed by my hands path, it was such a strange sensation to feel when you couldn’t see it, almost like the static pull from a balloon, but, different.
Lucy smiled at me and held her hand out, palm facing upwards. I placed my hand on top of hers, palms touching and suddenly images flooded into my mind.
Oceans crashed upon a shore, trees swaying in the wind, dark violet sky stretching in every direction, not a single cloud in sight. The imagine span and I was gazing upon two moons hanging low on the horizon, bright red orbs drifting heavenward.
I broke contact with her and the images faded and the warmth that had washed over me vanished, leaving me shivering. I dropped to my knees and held my head low.
“Home,” she said. “I’m lost and that’s home, and somewhere in this forest my world will join with this one and I will have a chance to go back, I’ll have five minutes from its opening to its close and if I’m not there then I’ll be stuck her forever.”
I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t think of anything worth saying, with the images came small pockets of knowledge and there felt like there wasn’t even room to think anymore. Eventually I raised my head and looked at Lucy straight in the eye.
Again the people over at Ermilia’s blog have posted another Picture It & Write article. For those who don’t know what this is, they post a picture and then write a brief story about the image. They then ask for you to join in, your can either carry on their story or write your own. You can also do poetry and even something in another language (providing there is a translation posted along with it). I encourage everyone to give it a go because it helps get the “creative juices” flowing. My entry is below the image. (Now can I just say I love this picture.)
A cloud forms, the air grows cold. The blue day suddenly gone grey, the moisture in pressing against my cheeks. The rain stars to fall and the air becomes charged, you can feel the lightning brewing up above. Charging. Collecting. Ready to unleash it’s destruction on the tallest structures around.
Here is the latest 50 word story, hope you like it. It’s inspired by this northern weather here in England, we have had a mini heat wave the past couple of days and just as suddenly as it began now it has ended and is raining again.
So someone commented on my blog earlier and I took a look at their blog and found this post.
It basically shows a picture and the author wrote a story based on the picture and asked people to do the same and this is my submission, which I also posted onto the comments section. Below is the picture followed by the story.