Monday, 31 December 2012

Time for pondering


So over the school term and the holidays I took to short story writing and poetry - the sort of thing that can easily be finished within a spare half-hour and can be fresh. Some of them were completely for entertainment and some of them more meaningful. Here's one of the more slushy ones, I'll try and dig out some of the others in between revision.

What makes the world go around?

Saturday, 6 October 2012

Right or Wrong?

I feel a little guilty in the sense that when I'm in town, on the bus or in the shops, I look around a lot and often see people who stand out from everybody else in their appearance or behaviour. I then mentally create a character out of my assumptions about them, give then a name and a background, and then write about them. I collect them, as it were. I store them inside my head, or in a notebook, until they slot in perfectly to a story. But recently I saw a series of characters in the crowd that sparked up an entire story out of nowhere. That is the inspiration for the next short-story...

Monday, 17 September 2012

Look behind you

Ok I lied, this is probably the last post FOR A WHILE, not forever. It's just a creepy one off short story, ending may need work...


Look behind you

Every Teardrop

Aside from the Time narrative, I'm also working on another story of a detective air, while also balancing my school work -.- So this may be the last post for a while unless I can sneak in some writing in a study period at school. So savour it...


Every teardrop

A teardrop is all it takes. And everything turns to dust.
She turned and held her scarf to her face as she fled the scene.

Saturday, 25 August 2012

Chapter 10

Here's Chapter 10, as promised. First draft and not entirely happy with the abrupt ending of this one, but overall it's a good one ;)



Chapter 10

It had been a quiet day in the realm of Pendragon, up until noon when the previous day’s patrol report was delivered:

Friday, 24 August 2012

Chapter 9

This is the last readily available chapter i have. I've done various other scenes etc. so I'll update when I've edited and constructed another chapter.

Chapter 9


Arthur leapt to his feet at once, knocking the guard off balance. A final shove in the direction of a large patch of nettles sorted him out. He saw Robyn was doing much of the same. She saw him looking, then shouted for him to move. Arthur jabbed his elbow behind him at just the right height to break the nose of the guard behind him. There was a satisfying

Chapter 8

This one is highly likely to be chopped and changed a little, but it just depends what I do later on.

Chapter 8

It seemed he had only been asleep a moment but when Robyn shook him awake, the dead black of night had grown lighter and it could only be a few hours before dawn. He wiped sleep from his eyes and went to the door where Mrs T and Robyn were waiting with the Envii bag slung over Mrs T’s rounded shoulder. 

They hurried off into the night, too anxious of getting caught to speak. Mrs T led them along a sandy path that grew narrower and rougher the further away from the castle they went. Before long the trio found themselves struggling up a steep grassy slope, towards the dense green forest that loomed above. Robyn took the bag off of Mrs T’s shoulder to help her scramble up the hill.

Chapter 7

Quite long but enjoy!

Chapter 7

Arthur lost all knowledge of time, which was ironic when one thought that Time had probably lost all knowledge of him. He sat on the floor and moped. He thought how much he wanted to be in the safety of his modern home right now, surrounded by loving friends and family, even his sister would have been a comfort in comparison to the stern faced prison guards playing dice and betting with the broken bones of Arthur’s predecessors from the cell.

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Arthur emerged into a large ovoid pit, surrounded my imposing banks, brimming with rowdy village folk, chanting and jeering at his hesitant entrance. At the opposite end of the arena, a fully armoured figure appeared, raising his sword to the midday sun in presumptuous victory. The crowd erupted into explosive joy, and from this Arthur deducted that he was not the favourite to win in this match. He also concluded, from the harshness of the crowd that this was no plastic sword fighting either: the warriors would fight to the death.

Chapter 5

Another short one - chapter 5

Chapter 5

Arthur woke, blearily eyed, to Robyn and Mrs Tailor bustling around his bed, muttering remarks. Robyn was clanging a suit of chainmail about the tiny room, and Mrs Tailor was preparing an emergency dressing.

“Arthur, Arthur, thank goodness you’re awake. There isn’t a moment to lose,” said Robyn. “Your match is at noon.”

Chapter 4

Here's Chapter 4, a mini one that makes up for chapter 3. Events from here onwards are subject to change, simply to keep continuity with ideas that happen later on, but the main body of it is more or less correct, and I don't plan on messing around with any of the characters. 

Chapter 4

    Arthur gazed around the tiny room he found himself in. He was lying on some blankets inside a medieval hut, and was surrounded by wonky shelves stacked with many different herbs and medical concoctions in gourds. The room smelt damp with an overpowering scent of lavender, but Arthur was grateful for the protection, as the drafty window above his head displayed wet and windy scenes from outside. This provoked him to remember the tornado in his room and anger began to rise within him, demanding answers from the illusive Time. He pushed aside the hessian sack laid over him, to reveal that someone had stripped him of his night shirt and had carefully dressed and bandaged each of his wounds.

Chapter 3

Here's the third instalment, bit long I know, but a lot happens here:

Chapter 3

That’s when things started to spiral out of control. That one little trip hazard of human emotion and Time fell for it. And it was taking its toll on the rest of the Universe. All round the galaxy, random solar systems and life supporting planets exploded simultaneously. A beautiful picture if viewed from above; not so pretty if your home is combusting for no apparent reason. Most of Earth stayed oblivious to this accidental multi-genocide, but Arthur’s world had become a breath-taking place to be. And I don’t mean it was pretty. 

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Arthur was stirred from his day-dreaming of recollecting that day’s dastardly events by Morgan charging into his room.

“Ever heard of knocking?!” said Arthur, angry now that he had lost his train of thought.

“Mum says you need to go to bed,” said Morgan roughly. “We’re going out tomorrow and that means actually getting up in the morning rather than around lunchtime.”

Chapter 1

Here's Chapter 1 - same as last time, haven't read it through in a while but I am confident in the judgement of my past self!

Chapter 1

It had been a normal day for Arthur Ridley. Well, normal for the usual happenings in Arthur’s unfortunate life. Presently, he collapsed on his bed and reflected on the day…

Prologue

So the reason for calling this blog 'Writing Time' is not just because I spend a lot of time writing. For a while I've been trying to write a story about Time as a person and have had a lot of the first draft written long before I started this blog ie. I haven't read it through in a while. But when I wrote it, I was more or less happy with it. I'll put it up here bit by bit to get it off my chest, as it were, and add the most recent parts as and when they're ready. Enjoy!

Prologue

What would happen if one were to banish Time?

Humans think they have control of Time – the invention of watches and clocks, the study of History and the career of a fortune-teller. But actually, Time is controlling them.