#TellMeAStory | Dewey’s 24 Hour Readathon

Hello! In this blog post I will be partaking in one of the mini challenges for Dewey’s 24 Hour Readathon; this one is about short stories.

I do like short stories, but I don’t read a lot of collections. I like to read short stories that are posted online, but up-and-coming writers on their blogs. Last semester, I did take a module called “The Short Story”, but again, we read just individual stories – some by Edgar Allen Poe, a couple by Arthur Conan Doyle, etc.

At the end of the module, we could either write a critical or a creative piece; I think most of us, me included, chose creative.

I was greatly inspired by both mythology and Angela Carter. I read her collection The Bloody Chamber , and would highly recommend it if you like gruesome, ‘weird’ fiction. It’s such a brilliant book, and the stories are all really good. Some of them vary in length – one of my favourites, the one I used mostly as inspiration to my short story, was only two-ish pages long.

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Something that I really like about short story collections is that if you don’t like one of the stories, that’s fine, because there’s plenty of others in the collection to choose from!

So that’s one of my favourite collections, and I’ve listed some of the writers I’ve enjoyed too. I would really love to read more Sherlock Holmes stories in the near-future, as well as Edgar Allen Poe collections.

Do you enjoy short stories? If so, do you recommend me any collections?

Also, if you’re also participating in Dewey’s Readathon, I would love to know! How is it going for you?

Until the next time, Hx

(Ps – I can be contacted by sprinkledwithwords[at]hotmail[dot]com or on Twitter – @MB1098!)

To Warm Frozen Fingers: COMPLETED!

To Warm Frozen Fingers COMPLETEMy quest of something which took 73 days longer than anticipated (due to procrastination, mwhahaha – don’t ever say that procrastination isn’t incredible!) is over, finally over! Because yesterday, February 29th 2016 (the last day of winter) I published the last story in my 23 day short story challenge which became to be known as To Warm Frozen Fingers.

Since November 25th 2015, I have tried to complete this challenge and although it’s been hard and stuff along the way, I didn’t feel much like writing, the winter blues drove me crazy… I actually finished something I set out to doContinue reading “To Warm Frozen Fingers: COMPLETED!”

The First One {Short Story}

The First One

TW: Drugs, murder.
Word count: 994

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The tea was steadily getting colder, but still remained untouched. The marshmallow had been mutilated to the point that it probably wasn’t a marshmallow any more, and parts of it lay scattered on the saucer.

Fingertips tapped on the table top. Hard, blue eyes stared, watching various people go about their daily business outside.

Inside the coffee shop, there was a general buzz of content as the first flakes of snow fell.

A young man passed her by and sat opposite a pretty woman. He laughed and reached over to hold her hand. The woman’s eyes flitted to hers, and the girl stared, almost unseeingly, back at her. Shifting uncomfortably, the woman dropped her gaze.

The bell above the door rang as it was opened by a boy, no older than 16. He kicked grit from his boots whilst his friends passed him. They were jostling and laughing, but that wasn’t what made the girl smile.

Pushing tousled, brown hair away from his face, the boy’s gaze met hers. It dropped a split second later, and a hint of red appeared over his cheeks. Brown, intelligent eyes were enhanced by bright, white teeth, and he followed his friends to get drinks. With a skip in her heart as the handsome one looked at her again, the girl watched as the group sat opposite her table.

The book that had been used as a prop was ignored, and the girl put her full attention on the boy opposite. He sat, slouching but still managing to look interested in what the others were saying. He took small sips from his hot chocolate, pushing the hair from his face every so often.

Now and then, he would glance up at her, and she would pretend to be watching someone else, or would stare down at her book, feeling when he looked away.

Eventually, the three boys stood. The brown haired one turned her way one more time and smiled, before following his friends out of the door, which clanged shut behind them.

The girl stood. Leaving her untouched tea behind, she picked up a heavy duffel bag and opened the door, silent save for a light ringing of the bell.

For once, her tiny frame worked to her advantage. She followed the boys in a practised manner, waiting outside whilst they went into shops, always pretending to be engrossed in something else, making sure they didn’t notice her too much.

Long, loose hair flowed down her back like a white waterfall. Rubber soled boots made no sound on the concrete. Her leather jacket kept the rain off when a few drops decided to fall.

Finally, the boys split up. The girl followed the handsome one as he went this way and that, down the small alleys that no one else went down in the city. She watched carefully as he bought something from a dodgy looking guy, and, once again, waited outside as he disappeared into a club for an hour.

It was nearly 2AM by the time she caught him alone. He seemed sober and his eyes were clear, although she suspected he was under the influence of something or other.

What’s a pretty girl like you doing out so early?” he asked, stumbling upon her leaning against the wall just outside. She shrugged and batted her eyelids daintily.

Waiting for a handsome guy like you to come along, I suppose,” she twittered falsely. The boy smiled, almost warily, and she thought she saw a hint of recognition in his eyes.

Didn’t I see you earlier? In Mrs J’s?” he asked. The girl uttered a high, fake laugh.

Oh, perhaps. Weren’t you the handsome one that came through the door?” She stroked his arm, and the boy looked more at ease.

Perhaps,” he smiled. “Can I walk you home, then?”

The girl felt a rush through her veins. “Oh, yes please. It’s a little scary out here at night, what with all those strange men around.”

The boy nodded, and she reached down to pick up her duffel bag. “Oh here,” he said, “let me carry that for you.” She shrugged, and passed it to him; he bent momentarily over the unexpected weight, before straightening, and passing it to his right hand, so he could walk with his left to her. “Blimey, what have you got in here?”

Oh, just some…books,” she said, saying the first thing that came to her mind. “Shall we go, then?”

Casually, the girl walked off, and the boy hesitated for a moment before following her sashaying hips.

Street after street passed them by as the boy tried to make small talk. The girl answered in short sentences, still trying to keep the pretty tone to her voice. A small alley came up on her right, and she halted.

Oh, I know this place! This is a short cut,” she lied, holding out her hand for his. He took it without thinking, and she tugged him down the gloomy passage.

They met no one. Heard nothing. It seemed as if they were in their own little bubble. Perfect, the girl thought, a sly smile on her face.

So, where does this lead to?” the boy asked, peering back over his shoulders as the darkness engulfed them, taking them away from the comforting, orange street lights.

Somewhere special,” she replied vaguely.

When she felt sure that no one would see nor hear them, she pulled the boy towards her before pushing him against the wall. He dropped the duffel bag in shock, and they both heard the clanging of metal.

Frozen, the boy stayed tight against the wall. She reached down and slowly unzipped the bag. Drawing a knife from its depths, she held it up, so it glinted in the slither of moonlight that came from between the buildings.

This was it.

The first one.

The first boy she would ever kill. 

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Thanks for reading! Feedback appreciated! 🙂 

How To Write Good Fanfiction – Oneshots

THE DAY OF THE DOCTOR~! I AM VERY VERY EXCITED!! 😀 ARE YOU?!

*Cough* anyway, back to the post: which, today, is on oneshots!

Oneshots are basically very short stories, that tend to be about 5000 words at the most. Some are as short as 100 words, though, and some as long as 10,000 – so it can differ greatly!

So, what makes a good oneshot?

  • Tells a good story – unless it’s PWP (look it up if you’re brave enough) or ‘fluff’. Or a ‘drabble’, which is basically just a few words telling a really really short story. One of my favourites is ‘The Bestest’ by lovelyapper on Fanfiction.net
  • Shows off the characters well – oneshots don’t tend to be AUs (Alternative Universes) so they tend to be really good with the characters. Make sure you know them well!
  • Has a good ending that satisfies readers – unless you’re like me, and like to end on a really annoying cliffhanger. 😀
  • Is engaging and tells the whole story – there’s no point in a boring oneshot, and it would be really annoying if it didn’t tell the whole story (see above) or left gaping plot holes.

If you do write a oneshot, make sure the summary is short. Maybe the summary could just be a quote from the story? It’s up to you.

So, I hope that helped. I really have to go now, so I’ll probably delete this later, and update it.

Questions? Shoot. 🙂

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