A short story based off the style of a short story we read in my fiction writing class. It was kind of the springboard to helped me get back into writing. Thank you and feel free to comment!
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A short story based off the style of a short story we read in my fiction writing class. It was kind of the springboard to helped me get back into writing. Thank you and feel free to comment!
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In its completion! Happy Holidays y'all! Click below to download the file for easier reading. All rights reserved to Crystal! Here is my Halloween tale. It may or may not be based on true events. That's the beauty of fiction. Take true happenings and give them a twist. Anyway, enjoy! Leave comments if you desire. All rights reserved to me, Crystal. Thanks y'all!
THE FOLLOWING ARE SHORTS THAT I WROTE AS PART OF A REPETITION EXERCISE
Verbal Repetition There was goin’ to be hell to pay when he caught that crook. The sheriff with his shiny gold refused to help him past county lines. Justice shouldn’t have a boundary. The sheriff said that he would lose his deputy badge if he went after this hopeless situation. He didn’t care. A badge was nothing to him now. Revenge was everything. His brother always told him that revenge was a tricky path. Heck everyone said that. He remembered the stories his pop told him and his brother when they were growin’ up. Tales of revenge, cowboys, and the settling of the West. He would have never thought he would be here ridin’ like the devil was on his heels. Especially not after his own old man died chasing revenge. But that yellow-skinned bastard killed his brother. In cold-blood. All over a stupid card game. His brother loved that saloon. Especially after his wife died in childbirth. Now his brother was dead over a hand of poker. Screw the badge and the sheriff. He wanted to hang that killer from the highest tree. There the crook is. Right in the saloon. He slung off his horse and walked through the still swinging doors of the saloon. Pocketing his badge, he pulled his revolver and fired once. It was all he needed. The deed was done and the badge was tainted. Syntactic repetition Where was he? He head whirled and caked blood touched his hand are he tried to still his mind. His body felt a rocking motion. Was he on a ship? How did he get here? He was coming out of the pub and must have passed out. Too many pints. But surely he would have been in an alley or an inn. But a ship. What the hell was going on? Footsteps. He tried to make out who it was but only saw darkness and the silhouettes of…of … bars. Shit. What did he get himself into now? “ ‘ello laddie. Hit ye head hard like now did ya?” Such a weird way of talking. Light right into his eyes. Shit. Now he was blind. “What’s ye name laddie? Eh? Are ye deaf? Ye will be fine laddie. Ah now ye speaks. Thought a parrot got yer tongue haha. John you say? Well ‘ello John. Welcome to the Skull’s Revenge. It will be alright laddie. Come with me uptop.” Now John was following the smelly sailor up to the deck. The light of the sun blinded him once more. Squinting he looked around. Then he spotted it. A ragged Jolly Roger. Shit. He was on a pirate ship. “Now laddie. We are takin’ ye to the islands. Need some guys over there. It will be jolly fine laddie.” Structural repetition They packed up the car with their backpacks and some groceries that Billy remembered to grab. “Spring Break!!! Heck yeah!” Billy and Joel high-fived enthusiastically. Sarah, Mary, Brandon, and Rebecca smiled happily and exchanged their own versions of celebration. After all of those midterms it felt great to finally do something non-school related. Rebecca, the more serious one in the group of friends, calmly said, “Now guys, let’s get back to school in one piece after this. Remember we have a stereotype not to fulfill. No stupidity that means.” She directed the last sentence at Joel, the group’s jokester. He smiled sheepishly and gave a boy scout honor salute. “Dude you aren’t even a boy scout!” Brandon called out, punching in the shoulder. The two of them then proceeded to get into a mock wrestling match. The girls rolled their eyes leaving Billy to separate them. It was a pretty easy task. “Let’s hit the road guys!” They were planning on a weeklong trip into the nearby mountains. Billy and Brandon had been researching the trip for weeks. They studied some maps, asked around for advice, and convinced their friends into joining them. College students have to stick together…mainly for financial reasons of course. It was going to be such an awesome trip. Five days later. Everything that could have gone wrong did. It all started with Billy and Joel deciding to spontaneously check out some nearby caves. Caves that just happened to be a bit off trail. A decision made against Rebecca’s discretion. |
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