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I dreamed of Superman
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So this is a silly wee story that I thought up. Wanted to kind of tell the story of someone's life very quickly but get in a decent amount of character development. Think I did quite well :-)
Be warned it is depressing as fuck.


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Why do I want to write?
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Why do I want to write?
Because I love telling stories, some that break hearts and other that bring laughter. Some that make the reader rant and rage and the injustice of it all whilst others bring hope and light to those who are in darkness and despair.

Why do I want to write?
Because I love creating these wonderful characters, who are all in their own ways broken yet whole, where even the gaps in their lives are some how part of the completed puzzle.

Why do I want to write?
Because I love creating worlds, brand new yet incredibly old. Worlds that exist for mere moments yet have histories that stretch beyond the start of time.

Why do I want to write?
Because I love to escape into these worlds and meet these people I've created. Because reality hurts but fiction cannot harm me. I am not a god, merely a companion on the journey.

Why do I want to write?
Because I love the idea that it will mean that I was here. That something of me will exist beyond memories, that people will know who I am and enjoy my company even if I'm not there with them.

Why do I want to write?
Because I love it.


The wolf in the woods
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So here's the second draft of "The Wolf in the Woods" story. I've expanded a lot of the characterisation, as well as improving some of the language/dialogue I used. I quite like this version but feel I can maybe do better. Think I'll submit it to the writing group.


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Harriet
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Hi, here's the final (until I change it again) version of my short story Harriet. It's taken me a few months for it finally to be finished. If you want to let me know what you think of it please do. Quite pleased with it but want to hear your views.

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Harriet part 2
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Part 2 of my short story Harriet.


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Harriet the re-edit
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So part of the class was to go over a story we'd done and re-edit it. I've gone through this one and cut a tiny bit out but added a lot more. I think the first paragraph hits harder now and makes you feel a lot more ill at ease. I've also tried to create a theme going there, it'd be of interest if you get what I've deliberately gone for.


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The wolf in the woods
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Here's the second short story that I've written to be critiqued in class. I hope you enjoy it. I had a lot of fun writing it.


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Short story I'm working on.
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So this is a short story I'm working on, it's part of a larger universe that is also being constructed (mentally). Any feedback you can give would be grand. Any likeness to persons living or dead is possibly coincidental unless you're flattered by it.


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Writing homework
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Write the opening paragraph to three stories. I am really pleased with the last one. Seriously.


Story: the three word story and three word paragraph gathered from facebook. “A man finds what he thought was a poaching ring is actually an ancient organisation hellbent on destroying civilisation as they have done from the very first spear bought with drachma, to the newest anti-tank weapon or recoiless rifle bought with dollar. Previous plots have involved bringing potatoes to europe to create heart disease. Can he bring the end to this mad plot?” Not my best work but fun to think about!



With camera in hand I walked through the sun beaten wilderness. The parched grass scratches my bare legs and the distant peel of thunder makes me think twice about my task. At last I came across my destination, an old muddy watering hole. It was here that I knew that the animals of the savannah would gather, and here I knew the poachers would inevitably strike. Crouching down I thought of how one of the many ancestors my father proudly boasted about might have lane in this very spot. Old memories of faded photographs of an old weathered man, blunderbuss in one hand and the other pointing at the head of his latest kill came back to me. I shook the thought away. I needed to gather evidence. A lone giraffe had wandered over to take a drink from the water hole. I primed my camera and returned to waiting.



Story: young princess who seeks the help of a young guard to help her avenge the deaths of her family

The screams woke her from her sleep again. The lingering images of the nightmare stayed with her as she sat, trying to calm her fitful breathing. “Just a dream,” she told herself. “It was just a dream.”

The Princess Emma stood up and padded softly over to the window, careful not to make any noise for fears that the guards would hear and catch her. She had been caught being out of her bed after dark before and had been forced to drink several concoctions that had left her delirious and disorientated on her bed, not knowing what day it was or sometimes even who she was. Another time a different guard had stolen a kiss from her in payment for his silence. She did not know which had been worse.





Story: Girl cyborg who has to hide from the world.

Open eyes. This is your existence. Receptors throughout your body transmit the world around you in binary form into one processor. Quantum energy states fluctuate as you choose what you will wear today. This is your existence. A sudden noise. Memory banks play twenty seven thousand, five hundred and eighty four previous sounds recorded, able to extrapolate that the noise is a flock of pigeons taking flight. You would breathe a sigh of relief but there is no breathe in your lungs. There are no lungs. This is your existence. And there amongst the metal and the plastic, the man made materials and those hewn from the earth is a spark, a desire, a passion. You want to survive. Beyond the core programming, beyond the numbers and the electricity. This is your life.

Memery....
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