The story that wrote itself

April 22, 2013 at 20:40 (General, Short story, Uncategorized)

I’ve always thought this expression was just a figure of speech, that people were just being humble about their work and commitment to it. Although that probably is true in many cases, it’s equally true the other way around; because a while ago I did just that. A story just wrote itself.

I opened my Libre Office, started typing, with no plan, no idea, no plot, no nothing. I was just bored and needed something to do. But it was as if I was possessed as my fingers flew across the keyboard. Because after 2 pages I stop, look at it and say loudly to myself: Holy shit! This is the best thing I have ever written!

I was in awe!  That moment of total enlightenment as I stared at what I, a measly little small-town girl from Norway, had written; it took my breath away. I had written something I genuinely, without a sheer of doubt in my mind, could say was great writing. Writers are usually their own worst critics, which is true for myself as well, but this time I just couldn’t bring myself to doubt it.

But now what. I have a great opening for a story, but since I had no plan, no idea, no plot to begin with, AND it kind of just wrote itself, I don’t have the faintest idea how to continue the damn thing! So now I’m obsessed about this story, and cant bring myself to discard it.

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New ideas – Pre-peak

February 18, 2012 at 15:46 (Fantasy, Funny, Short story, Writing)

I have been able to start writing again, but stuck to smaller ideas and projects, although, last night, I did some editing on my novel, and it felt great!

But, since I have been working on a few short stories that hasn’t reached my wattpad account yet, I though I’d give a pre-peek on one of them for my followers. Mostly because I am so pleased with the opening of this story, the build up is really nice, the humor is good, I just like it!

Now the question is if I can execute the rest of the story as well as the beginning. The story obviously has a moral at the end, and there is even a psychological element in it(I studied psychology after all!). So what you see below here is raw material, straight from the liver, no editing, no nothing. Just pure Ivory Pen!

Sadly I haven’t found a title I’m happy with yet, so my working title so far has been, Night of the new Moon.

Enjoy!

 

 

It’s not easy being a teenager. Boys accidentally get an erection in the locker-room. Their voices change and cracks. They shrink in shame as their mom clean their room and by chance discover their porn. Girls get their periods and have to find their way in a sea of pads and tampons while worrying if their jeans are fashion right, and what size bra they should use.

I really wish I was a normal teenager, with normal problems. Then I could spend my days worrying if my crush likes me or not. But no. I had to be different. And I don’t mean hair in weird places or asymmetrical boobs. It’s worse. Much worse. You’re probably thinking I have lots of acne or some other weird disease. I wish.

No, when I hit puberty something completely different happened.

I, turned into a cat.

They didn’t mention anything about that in Health class!

Every night of the new moon, I change into a black, fluffy cat with green eyes.

Mom, is there something you want to tell me?

Turns out, I’m adopted.

Not exactly the answer I had in mind. But what am I supposed to ask her? Mo-om! Why do I turn into a cat each month?

Yeah, I don’t think so.

 

 

To be continued…

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Entering a competition

July 15, 2011 at 01:21 (Contest, General, Short story, Writing)

It is done. Last night I submitted a piece of writing for a contest I found at WritersCafé. It could be everything from haiku, poems and short stories, just no more than 3 pages. If I get first, second or third place, it will be printed in a magazine in Las Vegas aimed at the GLBT(gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgendered) community. So yes, I just wrote gay erotica which will be labeled with my full name. Scary, really! But it would be a huge step in the right direction for me, I have never had anything published!

There are two more contests I wish to compete in, both in the same genre(rather not think about what this might tell people about my character!)with the same prize; publishing! If I go off with the victory in just one of the contests, my summer will be complete!

Sure, I take a prize like this with a grain of salt, but not competing would definitely not get me anywhere!

Anyway, here is a tiny taste of the story who was just submittet;

Face down in the bed, Yuki is lying with his arms and legs straight out, close to trying to suffocate him-self in the madras. How did it come to this? How did this happen? How on earth did he end up getting a forced blowjob in a public area from someone he didn’t even like?

The safety inside the dark closet was not as safe anymore as an outsider had torn open the door and jerked him out. Yuki had heard of coming out of the closet, but this was ridiculous!

How did Yuki arrive to such a low state that he’d try to suffocate himself? It all started last weekend. In the icy cold rain in a deserted park Yuki let himself get seduced under a dead street light. He remembered the icy rain which made his clothing stick to his body. Warm hands had traveled across his cold skin and reached into his pants which were already slipping off. He remembered the low, whispering voice in his ear and the hot breath on his skin.

Yuki had just met Edward. Tall and lean with a tight ass, he gazed with hazel eyes through long locks of black hair. Edward was just traveling through; no one would ever know Yuki had slept with a man. That he was gay. It would be sealed shut in his heart forever. All he had to do was to keep up the façade. Well, that’s what he thought until Edward suddenly appeared in Yuki’s Social science class at Twin Peaks high.

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