Short Story Collection
About a year ago, I decided to do a short story collection of about twelve stories. Of course, I STILL haven't finished even one, but since we've been talking about short stories in school, my interest has been renewed. It's going to be called (I think at least) "My Bluer Sky", named for the story at the end. I'm actually pretty happy with this! Heh. I have sketchy outlines for a few of the stories, but I'm just not 100-percent on most of them. Hmm... Well, I KNOW that "My Bluer Sky" (the short story) is going to be in there, and the story about the two girls that was inspired by a dream I had... And maybe the two Christian and Blanche stories - I'm not sure. Maybe the one I started about the girl and her grandmother. I'll just have to see. Heh. Anyway! Here are some notes and stuff I found:
This is the last (probably) in the collection, titled “My Bluer Sky”. It’s about this little boy with an abusive father who dreams he could just fly away from all his problems.
I had all their names, but I think they got... erased or something. Heh. Ahh well - now I have an opportunity to make it better! Hmm, the boy is named Paul. The dad and mom don’t have names, I think. Yeah, that should be more effective. All I can remember is him hiding under his bed as he listens to an argument between his mother and his father. And he squeezes his eyes shut and he imagines the sky being so very blue, and flying away - with maybe his mom... Who has wings like an angel... Yes, that sounds good; I think I could make this work. Well! Let’s get to it then!
Nearly breathless, Paul scrambled underneath his bed. Their voices were getting louder - his father’s especially, a loud, cruel voice that it hurt his head to hear. He wished he was strong enough to help his mommy; his father would hurt her! Hurt her again! And she had cried so much last time... She had cried until Paul thought that she must be empty - all the tears in her whole body out there on the floor in a puddle around her feet.
-I have even less for the two sisters story. That one was WEIRD. It was a dream I had - I just added names and decided to make it into a story. Heh. Well, the two girls are named Elaine and Mariah. Elaine is the older one - she's wearing a pink nightgown and she wound up on a rock. Mariah is floating in the ocean with a lot of dead bodies. I know... It sounds dumb, but the pictures and feelings I have for it are so vivid! Heh. I'm hoping that it'll turn out to be great.
Well...
Guess that's it! Phwee.
-the writing fiend is out
This is the last (probably) in the collection, titled “My Bluer Sky”. It’s about this little boy with an abusive father who dreams he could just fly away from all his problems.
I had all their names, but I think they got... erased or something. Heh. Ahh well - now I have an opportunity to make it better! Hmm, the boy is named Paul. The dad and mom don’t have names, I think. Yeah, that should be more effective. All I can remember is him hiding under his bed as he listens to an argument between his mother and his father. And he squeezes his eyes shut and he imagines the sky being so very blue, and flying away - with maybe his mom... Who has wings like an angel... Yes, that sounds good; I think I could make this work. Well! Let’s get to it then!
Nearly breathless, Paul scrambled underneath his bed. Their voices were getting louder - his father’s especially, a loud, cruel voice that it hurt his head to hear. He wished he was strong enough to help his mommy; his father would hurt her! Hurt her again! And she had cried so much last time... She had cried until Paul thought that she must be empty - all the tears in her whole body out there on the floor in a puddle around her feet.
-I have even less for the two sisters story. That one was WEIRD. It was a dream I had - I just added names and decided to make it into a story. Heh. Well, the two girls are named Elaine and Mariah. Elaine is the older one - she's wearing a pink nightgown and she wound up on a rock. Mariah is floating in the ocean with a lot of dead bodies. I know... It sounds dumb, but the pictures and feelings I have for it are so vivid! Heh. I'm hoping that it'll turn out to be great.
Well...
Guess that's it! Phwee.
-the writing fiend is out