Five Story Fragments

I’ve lost a story. I can’t think how, other than saving it in the wrong place, but it’s gone. In the process of searching, I opened up everything I didn’t recognise in my idea file.

Despite my memory, there were things I’d forgotten. Strange, fragmentary things, with no apparent story attached. Maybe these will become stories someday. Maybe they’ll always stay in the ‘what was I thinking?’ category. Either way, here they are for your bemusement…

1) Hero’s Shadow

“The hero moves through the street, silent as a shadow. He stops, turns and glares at me.”

“Will you cut it out? This is a stealth operation.”

[I actually had a brief story outline for this one.]

2) Door

The Evil Lord of Balthoss smashed a hole in the door. I wouldn’t have minded so much, if I hadn’t been the door. I hope he got splinters.

[I think I was having a door appreciation day. They do get smashed down on a frequent basis. Besides, when was the last time you saw a door as a main character? Inanimate object discrimination.]

3) Warning

The holonet ought to come with warnings. I don’t want to see a pro-gamma five kissing an epsilon one. It’s not natural, choosing one of your quad outside your normal gender alignment. You’ve got forty-two other genders to choose from. What’s the fascination with the remaining fifty three?

[This is what you get for letting a science fiction writer read anti-gay propaganda.]

4) Octopus Melon

Octopus loved to make melon pies
With cream on the top and jellyfish eyes.

[It’s for children. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.]

5) Dancing Spiders

Dancing spiders. Dancing spiders everywhere.

[I have no idea. None. Maybe it was late?]

If you’re a writer, now is the time to release those idea oddities onto an unsuspecting world.

Flashshot Drabble

Flashshot published my drabble ‘The Price of a Soul’ today (3rd Sept). If you’re subscribed to their daily story list, you have it in your mailbox. If you’re not, you can find it on their main page today and their last ten flashshots for the next ten days.

This was one of the stories I wrote for the March FAD. That means two out of five stories have gone to loving homes. I wonder if the last three will have any luck?

Poetry Cats

I wrote quite a bit of poetry as a child. Most of it has been lost to time. Not all of it though. Some pieces were lurking on an old hard drive, waiting to pounce.

I don’t recall my exact age when I wrote this. I think I was about twelve. I won’t be winning any literary prizes, but I still like the shapeness of it.

Cat Poem