Getting the Story Going

‘Action!’ ‘What?’ ‘Action.’ ‘What are you talking about? This isn’t a film.’ ‘I know, but I thought….’ ‘Bloody hell.’ ‘What?’ ‘You’re not one of those writers who thinks are you?’ The protagonist peered out of the page. ‘This,’ he glanced around nervously, ‘isn’t going to be literary is it?’ ‘What? No, of course not. Literary?Continue reading “Getting the Story Going”

Words and What They Mean

Slowly the adverbs crept towards the unsuspecting paragraph. Its sentences were relaxed, at ease. They had fought off the last attack by the adverbs and their attempt to break up the solid paragraph’s defensive phalanx. A couple of sentences had been lost, but the paragraph’s words were experienced fighters in the editing wars. They hadContinue reading “Words and What They Mean”

The New Literary Sensation

Pennib Trustfund is probably the leading figure in today’s literary scene. Her works have all the literary critics in academia and the media raving about them. Some have said she is the most significant literary figure to appear in the 21st century and that her name will live on into the next century, as longContinue reading “The New Literary Sensation”

When the Page Thinks About Words

There are no words. At least, there are no words yet, anyway. The page lies empty waiting for something to happen. Sometimes the page thinks it would like to remain white, clean. Remain untouched by the footprints of letters turning into words as they follow the twisting paths of the sentences deep into the paragraphs.Continue reading “When the Page Thinks About Words”

Excuse Me?

‘Excuse me?’ ‘Yes?’ ‘I hope you don’t mind me asking?’ ‘Well, I am a bit busy at the moment.’ ‘I can see that, but-’ ‘What?’ ‘I couldn’t help noticing… are you the protagonist in this story?’ Bill stood a little straighter, turning to face the tall, dark stranger in the long black leather coat. ‘YouContinue reading “Excuse Me?”

The Man in Black

‘Morning.’ ‘Morning.’ ‘Are you ready?’ ‘Ready? The man in black looked around. ‘I know I’m a bit early, but I thought the sooner we get started and all that?’ ‘Started?’ ‘The man in black frowned. ‘This is your story, isn’t it?’ ‘I think so.’ He paused for a moment, as he became Steve. ‘Only IContinue reading “The Man in Black”

How the Years Lost Our Secrets

Back then, there were secrets. I could see it in her eyes, that momentary hesitation before she spoke. Of course, we both lied, often to ourselves more than to each other. Somehow, though, that time passed, the lies faded, and those secrets were hidden away as we tried to forget them. Occasionally a memory, aContinue reading “How the Years Lost Our Secrets”

Getting Started

This time was different. She was not sure if she liked it this way, or not. This time, when she arrived on the blank page, it was not blank. There was a room there. Not much of a room, admittedly. It was rectangular, maybe even square. She was not that bothered about knowing if itContinue reading “Getting Started”

Looking for a Story

‘Well?’ ‘Well, what?’ ‘What shall we do now?’ ‘I don’t know. I thought you would have some idea.’ ‘Why me?’ ‘Well, if you don’t mind me saying, you are the protagonist. I would have thought you would have at least some idea of why we are here.’ ‘Me? The protagonist? Whatever gave you that idea?’Continue reading “Looking for a Story”

Going Through the First Door

‘What’s going on?’ ‘I don’t know. I just got here myself.’ ‘Look at that?’ ‘At what? There’s nothing there.’ ‘Exactly.’ ‘I don’t understand.’ ‘This must be fiction.’ ‘What?’ ‘The author hasn’t described the scene yet, has he?’ ‘Oh, no. I suppose not,’ he said. ‘How do you know the author is male?’ ‘It’s obvious,’ JennyContinue reading “Going Through the First Door”

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