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A Space for Budding Writers – Young Writer’s Corner

There are quite a few writers in our family, but we all prefer different mediums. From autobiographical blogs of self discovery, irrepressible social commentary in poetry to fiction. The latest writer of short stories is nearly 14 and given our mutual love for stories and books I thought my blog could be a suitable platform for young writers. So here’s the first short story for Young Writer’s Corner by Ahana Dasgupta.

My Father’s Friend

Dusk had fallen and the stars had started to twinkle in the evening haze. I had been playing in the neighborhood park & decided that it was time to go back home. Suddenly, I saw a man standing beneath a Eucalyptus tree & smiling at me in a familiar way. The man had a long, broad face and had bushy eyebrows with curly black hair. He was still smiling at me when I tried to recall if I know such a man. He beckoned to me to come closer & I went near the Eucalyptus tree. Now more close, I noticed that the man had a fat moustache & looked somewhat like a wolf.
“Do you recognize me?” asked the man, still smiling at me in a sweet way. He had a very harsh voice which sounded like a grunt.
“No, I’m afraid, I don’t” I said at once.

“Well, I am yours fathers friend Mahesh Palchoudhury” said the man calmly. “Mahesh Palchoudhury…….. but my father had never talked about such a friend”, I said feeling flabbergasted. The man or Mahesh told that he was an old friend and my father had probably forgotten all about him. He invited me to his house for tea.
I must admit that I was both confused and suspicious, but then I thought it would be foolish and childish to turn away, so I agreed. He merely smiled and led the path to his house along linstreet, which was even darker now.
We walked in silence except for the distant chirping of birds and buzzing of honeybees. We passed two alleyways and continued to walk along a deserted one. At least half an hour passed and we continued to walk in silence. I felt a bit irritated. “How much more do we have to go?” I asked Mahesh firmly. “Just 5 minutes to go” Mahesh replied. After a little while, Mahesh finally came to a halt at the end of a broad street.

“Follow me” Mahesh said and his voice was suddenly very powerful and dangerous.

He opened an iron gate and went inside, I following him. Inside was a small pathway at the end of which stood a small hut. It had two windows and one dusty door which looked as if it had not been used for weeks. I was eager to into the hut and see what was inside but Mahesh was only gazing up at the sky. I looked up at the sky and understood what he was gazing at……. the full moon. The full moon was very beautiful and the hut was looking ghostly in the moonlight.
“Excuse me, are we going to get into the hut?” I asked hopefully. Mahesh shifted his gaze from the full moon and stared at me instead and said, “Your voice is so soft and I love the crispness of your skin”, a nasty grin spreading across his face. I suddenly became alert of his intentions and moved a step backwards.

To my utmost horror, Mahesh’s body started to become hairy & his clothes tore open from his body, long pink ears started to develop from his curly hair& his eyes became yellowish and oval-shaped. There were pointed fangs instead of his teeth & a long pink tongue which was now dripping with saliva. He was on four legs now, covered in fur. I realized panic-stricken that Mahesh was a Werewolf. Slowly, Mahesh clambered toward me, a look of hunger in his face. He was so close to me that I could feel the smell of his hot breath slapping against my face. I started to run, but he was too fast for me. Mahesh raised his in a fierce howl and turned his gleaming, yellowish eyes on my face & sank his curved fangs deep into my skin, I screamed in pain and……….

I opened my eyes and saw myself lying in a small bed in a circular familiar room. Beside the bed, stood a thin, fair, familiar-looking woman. My mother was yelling at me at the top of her lungs, “You idiot, get up fast, it’s 7:30 already and you are getting late for school”- My mind was still full of what I had seen in the dream. “Ma, does baba have a friend called Mahesh Palchoudhury?” I asked fearfully. “Oh yes, of course” replied my mother irritably.

“Oh God, ma then he is a Werewolf- I just saw…”
“Stop muttering utter rubbish and go get ready”, Ma snapped.
I thought of the idea of my father’s friend being a werewolf. Laughing aloud at my own wit, I climbed out of bed to get ready for school.

By Ahana Dasgupta

Age: 13 years

 

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Iridiscent by KM #atozchallenge

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Isn’t that a lovely word? As I was looking around in my mind and

memory for words/characters/titles beginning with ‘I’, this word kept

coming back to me. One dictionary defines it as “showing luminous

colours that seem to change when seen from different angles”. No

wonder it sounds so lovely. The accompanying photo (taken from

the Internet, no copyright Infringement Intended) shows an iridescent

ammonite fossil.

I also composed a poem for this post:

I SENT TEN CENTS;

SCENT, TINS, RICE, RENTS.

DICE, DINE, SIT, REST.

IT IS IRIS’ NEST.

I STIR, I TEND.

IS IT NICE? IS IT END?

Imaginative? Infantile? Impossible to understand? Surely you see why I

wrote this poem for this post after that introduction? Every word from the

poem is made with letters found in the word ‘iridescent’. What’s that? It

doesn’t make sense? Oh, come on. Be Inventive. Use your Imagination.

“I” did!

-KM

KM is my friend and reclusive writer who loves sharing her words but not her identity. Her blog Tithi Katha (translated as, ‘Tithi’s Tales’) is a treasure trove of her life experiences and vivid imagination. So, this April, the social media friendly me is going to share with you, every Thursday, KM’s writing. So stay tuned for more. Previous Thursday was spent Looking at the C-ilver Screen.

The A to Z April Blogging Challenge

A2Z-BADGE-0002014-small_zps8300775cBooks and stories have always been an integral part of my life. I’ve grown up reading, listening to and daydreaming stories. Somewhere down the line a few thousand books and a million stories later I started The Book Drifter, after accepting the fact that I am better at observation and analysis than dreaming up a fantasy. However, there are those authors who are not so good at promoting their own work but are brilliant writers. This blog is about those writers and of course readers.

My A to Z April challenge will be shared by my friend and writer KM. She loves remaining anonymous, guards her privacy ferociously and writes beautifully in English and Bengali. To sample some of her pieces visit her blog http://tithikatha.wordpress.com/about/ . She would love for people to get to know her through her writing.

KM will be guest posting on my blog every Thursday in April 2014 and if we are both feeling agreeable, if the challenge is a success and she likes my promotion we might consider more posts from her. In return for reducing my 52 posts to 48, I will be on social media doing all that I do to promote her work. So, watch out for this space, her first post will be on 3rd April 2014 starting with the letter ‘C’. Go to her blog and have a read. Can you guess what she might write about?

In other news, the Drifting Traveller has been sampling cocktails!

Featured Author: Helen Boswell

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As part of the ‘Not so Secret Santa: Author/Blogger exchange‘ at Consuming Worlds, the spotlight, today, is on Helen Boswell, author of the Mythology series.

Helen and I had a very interesting interview session over a series of emails and she wrote a bit of Fast Fiction for her readers. I hope you enjoy getting to know Helen as much as I did.

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Excerpt from the second book of the Mythology series,  The Wicked

Her grey eyes soften with understanding. “I’m fine. Really.”
I touch her face, running my thumb across her cheekbone. “I might need some convincing,” I say in a low voice.
A small smile plays on her face, and she slides her hands up my chest and around my neck. Relief fills me, relief that Hope is all right, that any doubts she might have had about me are gone.
Her eyes don’t leave mine, her lips part slightly, and my heart starts to race. We move toward each other at the same time, my arms drawing her even closer at the moment we kiss. I take in her breath as my own, her mouth melding with mine in total perfection. I run my hands down to the small of her back, and she knots her fingers in my hair and curves into me. The feel of her body against mine stirs up an entirely different sort of hunger.
Nothing matters except for her.
Nothing.
A small sound escapes from her throat, and my need ignites like flames in the darkness.
The bell rings, totally killing the moment. Doors burst open in the hallway, and the stairwell starts to overflow with people and commotion.
“Oh, there you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” a voice exclaims. It’s Sylvia.
I groan and briefly press my forehead to Hope’s before breaking away from her.
“Hey, Sylvia,” Hope says, squeezing my hand once before letting go. She turns her face up to mine. “See you later.”
Her cheeks are flushed, and I inhale and slowly let out my breath. I drag a hand over my face as I watch her leave, the urge to chase her growing exponentially with each step she takes away from me. It’s not some stupid possessive needy thing. I know she’s mine as much as she knows I’m hers.
But the second she disappears around the corner, the feeling resurfaces. The one that will always stick with me. The one when I thought she was leaving me for good, right after she saved my life last semester. When I was full of regret that I let her down.

Interview with Helen Boswell:

Other than a love of reading, who or what inspired you to write?

I’ve been writing stories ever since I was little. I’m not exactly sure what inspired me, but I love the challenge of assembling a story from start to finish — it’s like assembling a big puzzle with lots of layers.

Mythology is a YA urban fantasy, which other genres do you think you might like to write in?

While I do have book three of the Mythology series in the work, I am currently taking a short “break” to write something completely different. It’s a NA dark romance — nothing paranormal or fantasy-driven at all. Although I do tend to write by the seat of my pants, so you never know what will happen. 🙂

Would you consider writing non-fiction?

The first book I ever published was non-fiction. It’s about the conflict between science and religion, and I wrote it when I took a year-long sabbatical off from work. In my other life, I teach biology at a small university.

Do you have a favourite fantasy series or book ? Something that you could re-read a hundred times

I love the entire Harry Potter series (who doesn’t?). One of my favorite books (though more horror than fantasy) is Kendare Blake’s Anna Dressed in Blood. And I will happily read anything by Stephanie Parent.

If you were a character in your favourite fantasy series/book, who would you be?

I would be the main female character, Hope. She’s strong, logical, speaks her mind, but has a big heart and would do anything for the people she loves. And plus, she gets to be with Micah 😉

Do you like writing fast fiction?

And yes, a fast fiction story would be fun

These are my prompts for your fast fiction: 

The past few years are a blur.

As the girl walked past, her lurid green socks and bright red shoes caught my eyes.

The length of your story and the position of the prompt lines are up to you. I hope you enjoy writing it.

FAST FICTION:

The past few years were a blur. One moment, I was walking across the stage receiving my high school diploma. The next, I was sitting on top of an apartment building in the freezing cold. Next to me was a man who was armed with an arsenal of deadly weapons. He was twenty-two, also selected for this strange assignment for his special abilities. I was only eighteen, but my ability to somehow predict the future had gotten me here.

“Do you target her yet?” This was the first I’d heard his voice since he called me this morning before we met face-to-face. But upon hearing his voice again, something stirred deep inside me. It was a memory of something, but I couldn’t place it.

I opened my eyes and crept up to look over the ledge. As the girl walked past, her lurid green socks and bright red shoes caught my eyes, and I pointed at her. My hand was shaking, and I quickly drew it against my chest so he wouldn’t see.

“There she is,” I whispered. “Red shoes. Black hair.”

He nodded and raised the sight of his sniper rifle. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the shot that would save the world.

Helen _Boswell

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Originally from upstate New York, Helen Boswell spent several years of her early adult life tromping around in the city of Buffalo, New York with frequent trips to Toronto, Canada. These two cities in particular serve as inspirational settings for some of her works, and while Helen has since moved to live in the southwestern United States, she will have fond memories of urban life and high-heeled sneakers for all eternity.

Helen earned her Ph.D. in Biological Sciences from the University at Buffalo and dedicates her time to teaching science to college students, spending time with her family, and eating chocolate while writing.

Find out more about Helen at www.helenboswell.com.

 

Ten Random Facts about Slide by Michelle Congdon

  1. Her grandparent’s real names are Caleb & Marina Sinclair.
  2. The first dream I ever had of Slide ended completely different. Derek was mean and evil!!
  3. I couldn’t think of a title for a very long time. At work one day, I ended up getting a group of my friends to think up of a name each. The best two were then put into a bucket and the winner was drawn out. Slide won, obviously. 🙂
  4. When I wrote in Ryan’s mother and sisters, the beautiful actress Monica Bellucci popped into my head, so she was my inspiration for the girls.
  5. The scene where Ryan’s dog almost bites him, happened in real life to my cousin while I was holding his small Chihuahua. Even though it was my cousin’s puppy, Toby, was quite fond of me and thought my cousin was trying to hurt me. I still laugh about it to this day.
  6. Just like Derek and Evangeline, my friends and I watched re-runs of Will and Grace when we were younger. We also watched re-runs of Friends and the hilarious Australian comedy, Kath and Kim. We would spend entire weekends without moving away from the television.
  7. All the re-writes were because Ryan had something funnier to say.
  8. The twins, Willah and Hunter, were the last characters to be written into the story. I had almost reached the end when Hunter popped into my head. He wants a story of his own, and so does his sister!!
  9. Even though a friend of mine inspired Ryan’s character, and also some of my favourite TV shows, all I picture when I think about him is the extremely delicious model, David Gandy. Swoon!!

There you have it 10 random facts 🙂 Have any more questions? Send them my way and I’ll try my best to answer them. M Xx

About the Author

AuthorMichelle Congdon resides in Sydney, Australia. She has Dalmatian named Jett, who to this day continues to hold an 8 year grudge against her after she had to leave him with her parents when she moved to the big city- this only proves animals are much like their owners. Michelle enjoys reading books of all sorts of genre’s, watching way too many movies and TV shows (and Disney cartoons), singing out aloud to her favourite hits and going on adventures involving food and travel. Michelle is loud, talks a lot and shares an ever-growing list of fictional husbands with a friend. From when she was a small girl, she has always had an over active imagination and has tried to put it to good use by sharing her stories with anyone willing to listen.

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