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Fiction Friday – Friday 18th Feb

Today’s prompt from the good fellows over at Write Anything is: Its late on Feb 14th. Your character has just realised that they have forgotten Valentines Day and the affiliated expectations surrounding it. What excuse or reason are they going to give to their partner? And my unedited story goes like this…

Jess slumped into the chair almost the second the old man got up. He turned to give her a dirty look, but she ignored it. There was no way she was letting one of those spikey haired, acne ridden teenagers get the only seat when they’d only got on at Birmingham and she’d been standing since Manchester.

Just as she pressed play on her ipod her phone rang. How typical. Tom. Her heart sank a little as she remembered they were supposed to be going for dinner that night – all she wanted after a day of trying on stupid bridesmaids dresses was a hot bath and night in front of the TV.

‘Hey you,’ she answered, deciding it would be better to put him off now than when she got home.’

‘Hey you. How was your day?’

‘Yeah, not too bad.’

‘You got the dress?’ She pulled a face.

‘Yeah.’

‘Oh dear, that bad?’

‘Lets just say I won’t be wearing it again.’

‘Oh no. Well I’m sure you’ll look sexy as hell however bad it is.’

Jess laughed. ‘You haven’t seen it!’

Tom laughed. ‘So tonight. I somehow managed to get us into Al Fornios. We’ve got a 9pm reservation, I thought you’d appreciate later rather than earlier so you can go home and get changed and ready.’

She didn’t know what to say. Tom had been talking all weekend about going to their favourite restaurant tonight. Usually she’d be really excited, they usually only went there on special occasions like birthdays, anniversaries and… Shit. Jess looked round. No it couldn’t be. Was it? What was the date. Then she saw it. At the table opposite one of the teenagers who had managed to get a seat was showing her still standing friend a card. A huge red card with a teddy holding a heart on the front.

Damn, damn, damn.

‘Jess? Have I lost you? Bloody train signals.’

‘No, no I’m still here.’ She’d have to go out. She could suggest staying in, but then she’d have to cook. She’d have to go out. ‘That sounds great,’ she continued, hoping he wouldn’t pick up the **** she said it with. Maybe?

‘Are you sure?’ He didn’t give her a chance to answer before he carried on, and she knew she had to be sure. ‘We don’t have to, if you don’t want to.’ She hated the way he made he feel guilty with that voice. Like a sodding little lost puppy.

‘Yeah, course. Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Once I get home and have a shower and change, I’ll feel better. Nine is a great time, I’ll be fine by then.’

‘Excellent.’ Phew, she’d convinced him. Maybe if she could convince him, she could convince herself. Maybe. ‘Tell you what baby, why don’t I come round and help you shower?’

She smiled despite herself. Yes, that would be great. They may even decide to stay in after all.

Jess is a character I invented the other day when I did a little  random writing. In that writing she’d woken up late on the day she was supposed to be going bridesmaid dress shopping with her sister and Mum. When I read this prompt I realised how well it would fit in with the story, if it was valentines day they went shopping then she went home knackered.

I changed the ending a couple of times. I originally thought he would say that last line, but then I got shy, and worried about putting anything related to sex in a story. I saved it and went away, but it kept gnawing at me – it wasn’t the right ending, so I had to go back and change it. I’m shy about posting it, but I think it’s more plausible than what I wrote the first time.

So, please let me know what you think. As I’m getting back into writing and posting online, any words or wisdom or comments would be greatly appreciated. Have a good weekend everyone.

Old Book, New Book and Still No Writing

I finished Stephen King’s On Writing last week, and have now started reading another book.

On Writing: what can I say? I loved it, I learnt loads, and it really really made me want to write more. When I say more, I couldn’t really be writing any less at the moment so maybe that should say ‘it really made me want to write.’ Honestly when he was talking about writing, I was getting really excited about it myself.

I just don’t know what my problem is. I really want to, but there’s just something stopping me. To be honest over the last few days it has honestly been time. Tonight is my first night at home since last Thursday (after being ‘stranded’ in hotels earlier in the week because of a power cable problem causing no electricity in the flat, and a very busy social life) so when I got in tonight (an hour early thanks to a site visit finishing early) I had domestic stuff to do. Sigh.

My plan to try to do some writing during my lunch hour is being wrecked at the moment by being so busy at work. Yesterday I stopped just to get a sandwich from the canteen and to write a really quick blog. Maybe 15 mins max. Hopefully I’ve cleared enough stuff to enable me to have a lunch break again, and get into the habit of writing then.

I’m going to try really hard to do some tomorrow night. I’m not going out, so should be able to do some. It’s Fiction Friday the day after, so I can do that piece. Maybe something else.

That went a bit off topic of On Writing didn’t it. I’d love to be able to share half of what he said in it, but I’d much rather suggest you go read it if you haven’t. My step mum loved it and she’s not a writer, so even if you’re not a writer I’d suggest you go read it. If you do want to read about anything in it, I couldn’t help but blogging about a few things a week or so ago, so take a look at this.

As I said earlier, I’m now reading another book. This is really exciting as it’s the first book for my A to Z challenge and for my Mystery and Suspense Challenge. Jeff Abbott’s A Kiss Gone Bad (as you can see from my side bar). A for Abbott because I’m going to read the books in the order of the alphabet. So far (about page 20) I’m enjoying it. Which is good considering I’d never heard of it, and only really picked it up because it was cheap and fitted the model of Thriller & Suspense novels for my 2010  challenge. I’d heard of Fear and Panic (two of his other books), but from the names I thought they were horror so stayed well away. Obviously I can’t say how much I’ll like the rest of the book, but from the bit I’ve read, I’m glad I picked up this book!

I’m looking forward to this 26 book challenge for the A-Z challenge. But, I have a little problem. I’m reading A. Jeff Abbott. But, on my bedside table, I have another book. A book whose author’s surname also begins with A. Damn. It’s Cecelia Ahern’s The Book of Tomorrow. It’s been on my TBR list for ages and I finally got it for Christmas. I don’t want to wait until I’ve read 26 other books before I read it. So, I’ve decided, not all the books I read this year will be for the challenge. I’m hoping to read more than 26 anyway, so it doesn’t matter too much. I do like the fact I’m going to go A-A-B… and so on. I’m almost tempted to do a double A-Z challenge (2 As, 2 Bs, 2 Cs etc), but I’d like to do something other than read this year, and I don’t know if I’d be able to if I was trying to read 52 books. Not when we’re pretty much done with 1/12 of the year!

Right I’m off to watch a film. I know what you’re thinking, you’re thinking I should be writing not watching a film. But I’m not going to. After all the housework I’ve done, and how busy I’ve been at work the last 2 weeks, I think I deserve a bit of R&R! Tomorrow. I promise.

Fiction Friday – 21st January

 The prompt for today from Write Anything is: Your character  realises that someone they admire is imperfect. I’ve used the same characters this week as I did last week – Madison and Lucy from the YA novel I started during NaNo last year ‘The Dating Project.’ (remember it’s unedited)

‘What did you say?’

‘I said she’s a stupid little ho-bag.’

‘Ho bag?’

‘Yeah, like a tart. Slut. You know?’ Madison nodded. She wasn’t asking for an explanation of Lucy’s terminology (although that was weird), but she couldn’t believe Lucy was slating someone.

Ok so she’d only met her two days before, but up until then, she’d been so nice to everyone and about everyone. Madison had really started to look up to her. But now she was calling someone a ho-bag? Some that she used to be best friends with? It shocked Madison.

‘We are talking Sarah Greenwood aren’t we?’ Madison had to clarify. She hadn’t heard the whole story of why Sarah wasn’t best friends with Lucy and Emily any longer, but where Madison came from a friend was for life, whether they stayed best friends, or moved on to other friends. Mind you, Madison came from a tiny little town an hour or so outside of Texas, there were only 10 kids there around her age, so you had to be friends with everyone, or you’d be friends with no one.

‘Yeah. I mean it’s not like I care about Josh any more. And I know he doesn’t care about me. But parading around in front of me with him? That’s just slack. I wouldn’t do that with what’s his name? Dirt bag ugly guy from the garage down the road?’

‘Derek!’

Madison nearly jumped a mile as Emily came round the side of the wall her and Lucy had been sat on. They were on the edge of the playing field, and the sun was out so there was lots of noise – boys playing football; girls sunbathing in the early autumn sun, music blaring from someone’s phone; a few first years running round, probably playing kiss chase or something.

‘Jeez Em, you’ll give a girl a heart attack creeping up on her like that.’ Lucy took the words right out of Madison’s mouth. As Em sat down on the opposite side of Lucy to Madison, Madison tried to stop this negative feeling she was having. She felt it whenever Emily was around. She was quite sure she didn’t like her, but couldn’t work out why? Madison had gone out of her way to be nice to her – she was the new girl, of course she was going to be. But Em treated her like a great aunt or something, politely and not getting too close. Maybe they just needed some one to one time to get to know each other.

‘So you’re talking about Sarah then?’ Emily asked.

‘Yeah. Can you believe the little bitch?’

‘You know I actually can. I always thought she liked Josh. He obviously doesn’t like her, it’s just a way of getting back at you.’ Lucy scrapped her toe along the ground, kicking at the long grass with every swing.

‘You think?’

‘Defo. Look. He’s going to get over this whole break up thing. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: you were really good friends before you got together, once he gets over the hurt of rejection he’ll want to be friends again.’

‘And what do I…?

‘And until then you stay strong. Ignore him when he’s being a dick. Ignore that fat cow Sarah – she’s nothing on you. Soon, very soon, he’ll stop the nasty comments, he’ll stop hanging off other girls in front of you, and everyone will be able to get back to normal.’ 

Madison had to give it to Emily, although she pretty much ignored Madison when she could, she was a really good friend to Lucy, saying just what she needed to hear.

Madison looked up at the guy walking across the field in the far distance. Even from this distance she knew it was Josh and her heart knew it too. It started beating double time and her legs felt weak. She looked back over to Lucy who was now reading something on her cell phone, and tried to slow down her heart and gain the strength back in her legs. Lucy may have dumped Josh, but she sure wasn’t over him. And Madison wasn’t the kind of girl to jump in where another girl left off. Especially not someone as nice as Lucy. Because even though she’d discovered Lucy wasn’t a saint, she was still a really nice girl, and, Maidson hoped, a great friend.

Writing this was quite interesting – the novel is written in Lucy’s first person, so I’ve not really explored Madison’s thoughts too much, and definitely hadn’t put into words how she feels about Emily and Josh. I’m now wondering if I should write more from Madison’s POV. Although as she’s American and I’m English, I might find it pretty hard.

Anyway, I’m digressing. What did you think? I know I went away from the prompt, but I just got carried away. Don’t you love it when that happens? Please let me know what you think, good and bad comments welcome.

Fiction Friday #190

Just a very quick piece here, I don’t even know if it really makes sense because it’s so short, but I started it at the beginning of the week and thought I’d get a chance to carry on and didn’t.

This is two of the teenage main characters from the novel I started during NaNo last year (it seems so weird saying last year when it was only a couple of months ago) Madison and Lucy. Only in The Dating Project it’s Lucy’s first person POV, but this for some reason went 3rd.

The prompt for yesterday was: Sometimes lies can have serious consequences. Describe a time when a lie had major consequences for your character. And this is what Lucy and Madison did with it:

‘It’s a shame because I think you two would have made a good couple.’

‘Us two?’ Madison almost shrieked. ‘Why us two?’

‘Wooh there Maddy, calm down. I know you don’t like him but I just felt there was something there between you.’

‘Bu… Wha..’

‘Why are you so surprised I think that? I asked you if you liked him for a reason.’

‘What reason?’ Madison grabbed Lucy’s arm.

‘Comeon. You Americans aren’t that thick. I asked you cause I thought, oh ok, I knew he liked you.’

‘BUt… Why didn’t you say anything?’ X looked at Madison puzzled.

‘I kind of thought I did. You told me you don’t like him.’

‘But I do!’ Madison shouted. A couple of people at the table behind them turned round and giggled. Madison ignored them. ‘Oh no. I can’t believe if I had have told you I like him, I could be going out with him instead of that bitch Jenna.’

Lucy threw her hands up in frustration. ‘So why did you say no?’

‘I didn’t realise HE liked ME. I thought it was just general chit chat and didn’t want you to know that I’m some loser that fancies people that don’t fancy me back.’

‘But he does. Or did.’

Madison put her head in her hands. ‘I know,’ she muffled through her fingers. ‘I know.’

I know it’s pretty short. And I know it’s not really MAJOR implications, but to Madison it is. Please, let me know what you think. Oh, and remember, I play by the Fiction Friday rules – this is unedited.

Weekend Round Up

It’s quite a nice feeling, having something to write about. Granted I’m only encouraged to write because the other half is watching some rubbish kick-em all film so I’m having to find something else to do (I did try, but when someone was shot in the first five minutes and he literally exploded I decided it wasn’t my cup of tea!), but still, I’m blogging, and I’ve got something to say – YAY!

First of all, after about two years of people saying I should read Stephen King’s On Writing, I finally picked it up at the end of last week (it was a Christmas present – you have to love Christmas!). To start with I thought it was a bit strange – it literally was just chapter after chapter of little memories from his childhood. Strange, but not bad, because each memory shaped where he is now. It’s now starting to get really good, him selling his first story, novel etc. I got tingles on the tube when I was reading about his first HUGE payment for Carrie.

One of the most interesting things I’ve read so far, is that he didn’t and still doesn’t like the character Carrie. So far, I’ve made every one of my MCs likeable. When I’ve posted stories on here from Holiday and people have said they don’t like Dan (because, lets face it, he is a male slut), I’ve been quite upset because I love him. He comes from my imagination therefore to me, almost feels like my baby (yeah, I don’t have kids!). I can’t imagine writing about someone I don’t like. Yet. Maybe in time that will come…?

Another thing I’m getting from it, is a really big want to write. I guess it started last week when I thought about doing, and then wrote something for Fiction Friday. Then I spent quite a bit of time reading On Writing over the weekend, and since then I’ve got a craving to get my laptop and write. I don’t know why I’ve not done that. I guess I wouldn’t know what to work on, whether to carry on with my NaNo book, The Dating Project, or go back to Holiday. I guess there’s always Italian Infatuation that I could edit. Sigh.

I think I’m a little scared of The Dating Project, because I KNOW it needs editing a whole lot, and I don’t really want to. Not that I need to, what I really need to do is finish it. But then I really need to finish Holiday too. And think of a better name for it.

Because starting to write one of them again feels like such a big leap, I think I might do a few smaller things first. I might work on a piece for Fiction Friday, and maybe use a few daily prompts to get me back into writing.

Over the Christmas holiday I bought a couple of Jeff Abbott books. I didn’t WANT to buy two, but my boyfriend was sick of waiting for me to decide which one I wanted that he said he’d buy them both (result!). I was undecided because they were in the same series, but I couldn’t work out which came first (they said they were published in the same year – they lied). Anyway, point of this (other than I have a wonderful boyfriend) is that I’ve got my first book to read for this year’s Mystery & Suspense Challenge. A Kiss Gone Bad. I’m looking forward to it.

Right, I’m going to go and look at Fiction Friday now… Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever done it before Thursday!

Fiction Friday #189

I’ve not ‘played’ Fiction Friday for a while, but I love doing it, so what better way to spend the first Friday lunchtime of the new year? Hopefully this will get me back into the habit of ‘playing’.

The prompt today from Write Anything is: Your character wakes in a circus tent. They are wearing baggy pink pants and a poker dot frilled shirt. A midget in a strong man outfit is shaking them awake asking if they are alright. Here’s where I took it… (remember this is UNEDITED)

‘Jane! Jane! Wake up Jane.’ I come to and turn to the stanger’s voice. ‘Come on Jane, wake up properly. It’s nearly time.’

I blink a few times to try to clear my head. I can’t possibly be seeing what I think I am. I must still be dreaming.

When the blinking doesn’t work, I pinch my arm. I close my eyes again, but when I open them the scene is still the same.

James, my next door neighbor from when I was about five is standing next to a bed I’m lying in, with crazy baggy pink trousers and a poker dot frilled shirt. I’m wearing the same. I look over James’ head (not hard when he’s only 3 foot tall and I’m on a bed almost the same height) to see what I had thought was a room, but in fact is a tent. A large loud yellow tent., with other people milling about.

‘James?’ I ask him. I didn’t know if he’d recognise me, I moved away when I was about six or seven, so hopefully have changed a lot in the ten odd years.

‘Who’s James?’ James asks. ‘We don’t have time for your silly games. We’re going to be late if you don’t get up NOW!’ The loud shout of his final word shocks me. How could such a huge noise come from such a small man? I sit up, but instantly regret it. My head is swims. I feel momentarily sick, proper I’m about to throw up sick, but it passes after a second or two.

‘Jane, are you ok?’ James asks more concerned than he had sounded until this moment.

‘Who’s Jane?’ I wearily ask as I put my hand to my head. What am I doing here? I know I was drunk last night, and it’s not unheard of for me to wake up somewhere strange. But strange was usually my mate’s sofa, or on that one occasion that hot footballer’s bed.

Certainly not a circus with someone I’ve not seen for over ten years calling me a name that isn’t mine and denying who he is. That is some serious drinking I’ve done.

‘Bob! BOB!’ Again the volume of James’ voice surprised me and I jumped. It really hurt my head.

‘What?’ A voice shouted from behind the bed I was now sitting on. ‘Why do you have to be so bloody loud. And why aren’t you out there yet? Mason’s going to kill you two if you don’t get a wriggle on.’

‘Bob, shhhhh. We’ve got more important things to worry about. Look.’ He pointed at me.

A freakishly tall man came round the side of the bed. When I say tall I mean, I’ve never seen anything like it. Honestly he must be about eight foot tall. I gasp.

‘Shit.’ Bob says, and looks down at the guy I’m convinced is James. ‘It’s happened again hasn’t it?’ James smiles tightly and they both look at me.

‘Yep. It’s happened again.’  

Well.. there you go. I remember when I first started taking part in Fiction Friday I didn’t really get how to write a short story so my writing was often a clip from something which should have been much bigger (although I never did anything with any of the ‘extracts’). It would seem that’s the way my mind worked today too.

Please let me know what you think. Happy Weekend!

Fiction Friday – 179

In most parts of the world, Halloween is celebrated – in some form or another – this weekend. Your challenge this week is to write a horror scene ( or something horrific) using a wet noodle, a styrofoam cup and a feather.

The day Madison totally became one of us started off a normal school day. A few of us had the period before lunch off, a couple of others were bunking off. We were all in the common room, probably being a bit loud, but we didn’t really care – it was Friday morning, we’d nearly survived our first week back at school.

Madison was in the kitchen area behind me making a drink, we were chatting about the latest celeb magazine, who was shagging who and what so and so had worn to a premier the night before. Emily and Chris were making out on the sofa opposite me. Every now and then someone would tell them to get a room – especially when Chris pulled out a long white feather and started tickling her arms, top of her chest and neck with it.

I was feeling jealous, not cause of Chris, god no, I’d known Chris most of my life, he totally didn’t do it for me. I was jealous because I wanted a boyfriend. I know it was my fault, I had that and gave it up, but that’s the point, I had the boyfriend, but we didn’t have that closeness. Next time, I’m going to get someone who’ll be like that.

I was eating Supernoodles. At this point I still hated cooking, so the extent of what I could be arsed to do was Supernoodles. Madison came to sit on the edge of my sofa, but somehow missed and her Styrofoam cup went flying. Coffee – luckily iced coffee – went flying through the air, straight onto my plate.

Everyone burst into hysterics except Madison and me. Madison was mortified and I was gutted. Still it was enough to stop the love birds from eating each other. When most people had calmed down, Mark was still laughing, so I picked up a couple of noodles and flicked them across the room. It was the best shot of my life – it hit his forehead, half sticking to his hair. He shrieked like a girl – honestly.

What happened next totally went in slow motion.

Mark peeled the noodle off his face and threw it across the room (he didn’t throw like a girl – he’s in the cricket team). As it started flying across the room, the common room door flung open. Mr Henderson stood there, but before he could utter a word, my noodle slapped him across the face.

For a second there was silence. Even the song on Emily’s ipod chose that moment to end. Slowly the noodle unattached itself from Mr Henderson. Slowly, bit by bit it moved down his nose. Then it fell.

A couple of the boys sniggered. I knew Emily would be trying to stop herself from laughing as I was. I stared at the noodle on the floor knowing if I looked up at her I’d collapse into giggles. Not a good idea with it being Mr Henderson there!

‘What is all this noise? There are lessons going on downstairs. Are you all on free periods?’ he boomed at us all.

‘Yes Mr Henderson,’ we chorused in reply. He looked round at us all.

‘I want to see all of you in my office at the beginning of lunch period.’ With that he turned and slammed the door behind him. We all lasted the time it took to look round the room at everyone else before bursting into hysterics. 

‘Oh my god, did you see?’

‘The noodle!’

‘Mark I can’t believe that shot!’

We al talked at once. When we eventually calmed down, Madison realised the implications.

‘Shit, our shopping trip!’ Emily shrugged across the room.

‘We’ll go another time,’ then turned back to Chris and glued her lips to his for the rest of the period.

I’m not too sure how horrific that was, or wasn’t, but it was the best I could come up with I’m afraid!

Because I’ve been thinking a lot about my NaNo novel, I thought I’d use this prompt to find out a little about my main characters, although halfway through reading it I realised there was no dialogue. Hmmmm. Oh well, I still think parts of their personalities have shown through without them speaking. I hope anyway.

As always, please let me know what you think of it. Oh, and let me know what you think of the name of the novel I’m toying with – The Dating Project…