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Short Story: The Roadster Smart Car

Here is a glimpse of a short story I wrote for my Craft of Plot class.  Thought it would be fun to share and see what you all thought. I would like to rewrite this and maybe come up with a few more for an anthology…

The Roadster Smart Car

​Driving around to all the local car dealerships, I’m saddened. All I wanted was a brand new car, one that had never been owned and driven by another! A bright orange copper Roadster Smart Car, is that too much to ask? Ready to head home from the last dealership in town my phone rings.

“Yeah, talk to me” I answer.

“Hello, is this Malikyi?”

“Yup, who is this? What can I do for you?”

“This is Dr Schetziki’s nurse, Rose. I am calling to let you know that those tests came back and it is bad.” I hear a bit of a gulp on the line.

“How bad exactly?” I ask, my eyes narrowing. So not what I want to deal with today.

“Well, umm, I am sorry to tell you, but… There’s no easy way to say this,” she trails off.

“Oh just say it, it can’t be that bad.” I gripe.

Her breath puffs through the phone, “I am afraid sir, it is. You have a brain tumor, and… to be perfectly honest we don’t know how you are still alive. You have twenty-four hours to live. You should consider getting your affairs in order. I’m dreadfully sorry”

Before I can respond, the line goes dead. I guess it really was that bad. What now? I have always been the type to live life to the fullest. No regrets, that is what my sister taught me. Come to think of it, she was right around my age when she died. Staring out the window I sit there a moment. I wish I could have gotten that car. Overall, I have no regrets, maybe I should see who is free tonight, have a fun dinner out with everyone.

Getting ready for the dinner, my doorbell rings. Opening, there is a strange looking little man standing there.

“Can I help you?” I ask rather dubiously.

“No. But I my friend can help you. I can make all your worries disappear, or grant your deepest wish for that new Roadster you wanted.” He said with a flair.
“All my worries disappear, what worries?”

“You horribly short life expectancy of course! Now, what would you like, your dream car for your remaining few hours, or to be tumor free? Leaving you free to live a long life.” His eyes watch me, a deepness to them leaving me a bit nervous.

“Wow, umm, honestly that is a tough call. Things happen for a reason. But living my life, I could get the car eventually so that seems a no brainer.” I respond.

“Ah, there is one catch. If you ever get your dream car, your tumor will be back and you will die,” he says gently.

“I knew there had to be something. Honestly, my life is in order. I don’t mind dying young. Give me the car.” I decide suddenly. Why not, I miss my sister, this life isn’t really all that great anyway. I am ready to be done.

“As you wish, here are the keys. It is parked out front. Enjoy the rest of your life.” He disappears in a cloud of smoke, smelling of jasmine.

 

Well, there it is in all it’s glory. What do you think?  Do you enjoy it? Should I pursue this or toss it in the drawer?

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Letters from Camp: There I was…

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Wow, I just have to say… last night was amazing!  There I was, just minding my own business… working on rewriting a section, since I have been struggling so much, and chatting with a friend about life.  And wouldn’t you know it, the next thing I know I am knee deep in giant felines, and I have a couple hundred words on one of the scenes I was struggling with!  I couldn’t believe it!  I don’t even remember switching over to work on it.  I just know, one minute I was rewriting, and chatting with my friend and the next, BLAM! two hundred plus words in that new scene!  I really couldn’t be more excited!

In honor of that, I will leave you with a few words from last night!

Working together with my crew, and almost hand in hand with Kyi, we all buckle down to help the planet recover from the latest in a string of pretty bad disasters. The earthquake that took me out for a while seemed to give Kyi new purpose. Never leaving my side, as if afraid I am going to fade or pass out or something.
I can not believe the connection to him. It is almost as if we move in perfect synchronization, our movements mirroring one another without any effort. I almost feel as if we are two planets orbiting one another.
“It is because you are finally accepting it. Do you notice the difference around the two of you? How the people seem different after they have worked with you?” Kieran asks me slyly.
Reaching out I swat at him, only to hear a low rumble. Looking over to ask him what has gotten into him, I notice that it is not him I have swatted, it is in fact Árdghal. Heat flushes up my face, “I am sorry dara athair. I thought…” I trail off, not really having anything to say.
He chuffs and tackles me, rolling around like I do with Kieran, leaving me breathless and laughing. When out of no where he is flying off of me, a cat I have not seen before standing over me, rumbling. I go perfectly still, not sure what is going on, or what the newcomer is upset over.
Rumbling comes from all around me, with the new cat still standing over me, I do not dare move.
“What ever you do, hold still” Kyi’s thoughts filter quietly into my mind.
“You think” I retort, making sure he catches the eye roll that goes with it. Holding desperately to humor, anything to not think about the danger the cat represents.

What about you?!? Have you had those moments?  Times where you planned to work on one thing and found yourself magically working through another, with no knowledge of how you got there?

Letters from Camp: An Excerpt!

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Wow! I can’t even believe it, I managed to get words on the page yesterday!  Not a lot, but it was a start! So maybe that will get me out of the rut I seem to be stuck in!  I celebrated with some dryads and nymphs who were out dancing in the rain we had today!  Talk about fun!  I never knew they could be so much fun, usually they are a pretty elusive bunch!  I gotta say, if you get a chance get out there and spend some time with them!  Here is a bit of what I have!

Walking over to the window to the Docking Bay Office I murmur to the clerk, “Melody Joy, docking Mo Thuras on Bay Seven.”
Something flashes in his eyes, mixed with the startled expression that moves across his face, too quick for me to figure out what it was. I just know it was there. Some thought he did not want me to know, moving behind his eyes. Taking obvious care to neutralize whatever he was thinking he speaks up. “Melody, it has been a while. Your papers are all in order, how long you plan to stay in port?” He asks me, his voice reverberating slightly through the large station.
I wince; sure everyone in the station heard my name. The young man is familiar to me, but does not seem to be jumping to the fore. While I am sure we went to school together, his name eludes me at the moment. “Not long, only a few days. I am swinging through to see my parents. Time to share the successes of my first journey out. It will be nice to see them, not to mention see some familiar surroundings. Space outside of the contained and confined spaces of my ship.” I grin at him. “Have to get back out there though. As Da says, ‘being in port doesn’t make money, doesn’t pay the bills’,” I finish with his favorite saying.
“Have a safe time in port.” It looks as if there is something else he would like to say… some other thoughts rolling through his mind. Peeking out through his eyes, teasing me with more questions. It is as if, not knowing what to say, he just gives the standard port farewell, instead of giving voice to what he is feeling.
Looking at him curiously, I open my mouth to ask him what it is when Kieran bounds over to me and pounces. Sending me tumbling, making me laugh. Forgetting all about it, I get up, dust myself off and pick up my gear. Taking a deep breath the smell of familiarity surrounds me; it is the smell of home. I have found each port to have its own unique smell that even comes to mind when I think of them. Maybe because of the food they serve, or the cultures and lives the people there lead. I have yet to figure that out, but come to accept and even relish in that little detail.

Spent some time cleaning the cabin today!  Along with the celebrating with the dryads and nymphs, boy am I sore!  Totally worth it though!  Well, I need to get back to the words, they are calling to me!  Hope you enjoyed the glimpse into Mo Thuras!

How about you? Have you seen the dryads? Danced with the nymphs?

Everyday Life Getting in the Way: Making Time to Write!

It seems to me that one way or another I have promised myself, and you my wonderful readers, those that are still with me, and those yet to come, that I would write!  Sadly it seems I am always failing at this promise. I get back up and dust my beautiful pens off and try again.  Life it seems, is always getting in my way!  Recently I logged everything I did for a whole week!  Boy was that eye opening. How much time do we waste playing on our cell phones, getting sucked into TV, or even researching nothing on the interwebs, playing video games, so many things that are just a time suck!  That made me realize that if I had time for those things, I could have the time to write, but I would have to make it happen!

So often things in life, the things we want to do, or think we don’t have time to do, we really just have to make the time for!  Give it the space to happen and realize that we control what we do in any given day! Sure things are going to come up, emergencies happen, but what we have to do is remember to get right back into the saddle of the life we want to live!  Make a pointed effort to live life and not let it live us!

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Reflection of a Writer

mugshot1Writing is one of the best forms of therapy out there, I believe.  That said, I really and truly believe that what we write reflects a story of ourselves as writers.  There are things that can be learned about us, if one were to want to look at the things we write.  How characters relate, the things they yearn for, and the things they run from.  I think that is part of the appeal to writing for me.  That little bit of sharing or maybe I should say baring of the soul!

Deep down, I think that is part of the challenge of writing.  Not so much the sharing, but the facing things that reflect me through the veil of someone else.  There is a safety in it, but when you can’t lie to yourself, when life makes you see through things, it actually can make it that much harder.  Facing ourselves through our characters, becoming someone new, transformation… These are all reasons I love to write, and I think fear it at the same time.

 

What about you? What kind of reflections do you see when you write?  What is the challenging part of writing to you?  Who do you see in your characters?  In their challenges?

Poem: Lost

Something that came to me tonight and I thought I would share.

Lost

Lost and alone,
broken and confused.
Hope abandoned,
emotions all skewed.

Looking for something,
not knowing what.
Scattered thoughts,
lost to the wind,
knowing that something,
is needed within.

Love and joy,
can’t be found.
Happiness fled,
sadness abounds.

Seeking, ever seeking,
searching without end.
Jumbled heart,
never to win,
trying to find,
lost hope again.

Letters from Camp NaNo! Week One

Hey all,

So we are coming to a close on the first week of camp!  It was an exciting week, with a rough start.  Those pangs of homesickness and all that.  (We all know that is totally what is at fault for slow word counts in the beginning!)

I have some great cabin mates this time around!  We have really been cheering one another along!  And of course as we know the food is GREAT!  I mean, who doesn’t live for potato chips, bagels with cream cheese and hard salome, cereal.  All the staples that get you through!

Thankfully the bugs haven’t been too bad! I am sure that is what accounts for the strong finish this week!  I even boosted my word count goal.  I took it from 10k up to 25k!  Right now I am sitting a tiny bit ahead, but we will see where that goes.

I am looking forward to the week ahead!  It is a busy month, but I am sure together we can finish strong!  How about it?  How is your camping experience going?  If you are not at camp, whyever not?!?  I mean… it is totally your project for camp!  Hope to hear from you soon!

Ravyn