Never mind about Halloween coming! The Grandma in “George’s Marvellous Medicine” by Roald Dahl would scare anyone, not just George. Still he got his own back!
The Girl from the Sea – Chapter Eight
The room upstairs was speckled with daylight and shadow and was as quiet as a church. Joe had crept upstairs to check on the girl. He’d waited as long as he could – Mrs Captain had made them all sit down and eat breakfast and drink warm, sweet tea. Then she had bustled around tidying the bits and bobs away, all the time waiting for her husband to come out of his reverie. Continue reading
This is from a writing challenge when I had to pick from a number of choices and write a story in 50 words. I chose….
Decade is a period of ten years.
Century is a period of one hundred years.
Millennium is a period of one thousand years.
“Together forever” lasts a fortnight.
That is, statistically.
That is, in about 90% of cases.
That is also why romantic mathematicians are so hard to come by!
A mathematician once said that “together forever” lasts a fortnight and after a passionate two week fling Tess had to agree. Visions of bridal gowns and corsages danced across her mind. She could get a job here and give up her boring office existence for sun, sand and sangria. Life could be a beach….couldn’t it?
“Ladies and gentlemen we have completed our pre-flight checks…” intoned the nasal air steward. Tess rubbed the sand between her toes and smiled ruefully. Her “forever” had finished.
(It’s not 50 words, but it’s close!)
Revisiting Old Inspiration
The grey pebbles turned and twisted under her sturdy shoes. It wasn’t a pretty beach, she thought. Although, there was a kind of pre-historic peace to the place. It seemed as if it couldn’t be bothered with day trippers looking to build sandcastles. Only a few fishermen and foolhardy sea gulls clung to the shores of the channel trying to catch a bite for dinner. The coastguard was watching like an ever present guardian angel. A few local inhabitants always had their kitchen windows focused on the waterfront.
Strange plants grew which had developed around this harsh, salty, barren landscape. Nothing else grew but scrub plants. There were no trees so the wily, quick witted birds built their nests in the stones and the scrub to avoid the footsteps of people and foxes.
When the wind blew, people walked at a 45 degree angle and when the sun shone they lay flat out on the uncomfortable stones in bathing suits which were quite inappropriate for the area – more suited to a Caribbean island somewhere.
The rain was penetrating every layer of clothing and she kept her eyes fixed on the pebbles. Occasionally a crushed shell came into view; a strand of mangled seaweed; discarded ropes; broken lobster pots – the plethora of driftwood which came ashore after a storm. The tides changed with every minute bringing a new wave of stones and shingle but the landscape never changed. Time to go home.
I think this story was as short as the walk that inspired it! Cut off in its’ prime. Brevity has always been my problem even in writing essays at school. Writing a whole novel is going to be a bit of a challenge! What are your challenges and obstacles? Some pictures of my block are here:
Short Stories or Epic Novel?
Is it easier to be long-winded or short winded? Do short stories fill you with terror? Do the words epic novel leave you trembling in fear? When I sit down to write it’s very difficult to decide what kind of format to write. I always thought that I had a novel inside me – epic or not. Continue reading