I’m back! Again! Life is crazy!
Wysteria and I are doing our annual short story prompt challenge again this summer. Below are the prompts and the story that resulted.
The dread pirate Farely is not a very dreadful name for a pirate, but it’s the name I was stuck with. In my poor parents’ defense, I don’t think they knew I was going to be a pirate. When you’re stuck with a name like Farely though, you must make up for it in other ways.
So I became the most dreadful pirate to pirate the high seas. You gotta keep your honor up in some way. Continue reading
Hello, welcome to the final short story (flash fiction, really.)
The prompts I received were:
Hello all peoples,
Intros are very hard to write.
Have a flash fiction.
(yes, my haiku are horrible and technically not haiku, but whatever :P)
So we both forgot that the deadline for the OYAN novel contest was Wednesday. (oops.) Anyways, we both edited like crazy and submitted our novels! But all that editing left no time for writing short stories. So this is a *little* late. Next week, we should be back on track. 🙂
Also, thanks for all the nice comments on the last story.
I was challenged with the prompts above, and here’s the story. I like this one a lot more, haha.
Hello to my ten readers of this blog. I appreciate you.
This is the first installment of the Short Story Challenge. You can read about that here if you missed that.
Wysteria challenged me to write a story with these three prompts:
I’m not too happy with the way the story turned out, but I’ll leave you to be the judge. Continue reading
Nothing says love like spies, crime, prison, and death.
My type of Valentine’s day.
Babysitting the Hacker remains one of my most popular short stories. It’s one of the few times I’ve attempted humor, and I’m frankly surprised that it even worked. It’s been a year, and since then I’ve gotten requests to continue it. I never did because I liked the way it ended, and sequels are rarely as good as the first.
But here we are.
With a sequel.
For those of you who are new, babysitting the hacker’s premise is:
We have all these crime-fighting kids in books and movies, but really, how many eight year olds are going to be on the streets by themselves while working? It’s crazy. Someone has to babysit.
Lavender, a child genius, ended up on our doorstep. She was one of the best, even before training. But she was eight. Therefore, I, Chase, was tasked with the job of babysitting a scary-smart, little ninja of a girl. Things got a little crazy sometimes. Actually, a lot of times.
Hello! If you somehow didn’t realize that I posted a part one, this could be confusing. So please read part one before part two.
But here’s where we left off last time, in case you forgot:
“Well, one thing’s for certain: they won’t take you away while I’m still alive.” I wondered why the villagers cared so much about rescuing the children from me, a “monster,” when they did nothing to rescue the children from the real monsters in the village.
“Gather the children and have them get inside the cottage,” I directed Tara, putting the stuffed toy to the side.
“What about you?” Ash asked.
“I’m going out to meet them.” Continue reading
It’s almost Christmas!!!
Thus, the lovely “snow” falling on the webpage. But I’m avoiding a small thing:
I haven’t posted lately.
There’s many reasons for that, but a big reason I don’t post Stories in general is because the stories I write are a part of me. I have to be vulnerable to put these writings up to the scary internet. My stories can be attacked every time I put them up, and then I spiral into self doubt and negativity, and that’s always a fun place to be in. Continue reading
My English teacher just discovered fanfiction. Let’s just say that she was more than a little horrified. My English teacher likes normal, traditional novels such as Pride and Prejudice and Anne of Green Gables. So, we all got a rant about fanfiction. The whole rant went something like this:
“Have you ever heard of a thing called fanfiction?”
Since most of us are nerds, we all said yes.
“Do you know what it is?”
We all said yes.
“Well it’s garbage.”
To be fair, she was looking at Pride and Prejudice fanfics. I would expect people who write p&p fanfics to be slightly more cultured, but it turns out that my dear English teacher was horrified that anyone could take a perfectly good story with perfectly good characters and a perfectly good plot and change it. Continue reading
I found a notebook while cleaning my room recently. (You find all sorts of things when you clean your room, don’t you?) I was curious, and flipped the notebook open. I started reading. Then I remembered I wrote a story on a long car trip in that notebook when I was in fourth grade or somewhere around that age. I got about a quarter a way through writing the story until I quit because it was basically a Magic Tree House book.
I still regard it as my first major foray into writing, however. (I don’t count the numerous fifteen sentence stories I wrote as a kindergartner.)
So, to see how far I’ve come, I decided to rewrite a portion of the story. Continue reading