November – Keep The Story Going
November 2013.
As its National Novel Writing Month, I thought it would be fun for all of us to write a story.
I’ll write the first line below and then just keep the story going. Let’s see how far we get. At the end, I’ll tally up the word count and see how many we manage. It doesn’t matter if you go to post the next part and someone gets in before you. It’s all part of the fun.
First line:
He told me to keep it. How was I meant to know what would happen if I didn’t.
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I'm Laura. I started Novel Kicks back in 2009 as I wanted a place to discuss books and writing - two loves of my life. As someone who has anxiety, these two things give me, and I am sure countless others, a much needed escape.
There is a monthly book club, writing exercises, prompts, reviews, author interviews, competitions and guest posts. I cover many genres and I hope there is something for everyone.
I grew up by the sea in Dorset and currently live in Poole with my husband, Chris and three cats. I love writing and have a BA (Hons) in Creative Writing from Falmouth University. I am writing my first book. If only I could stop pressing delete. Chris has threatened to stop it from working. Haha.
I have always loved creative writing since I was in first school and would very much like to meet my teacher, Miss Sayers, to say thank you for all the encouragement she gave me then.
When not writing, I love reading, cats, Disney, singing (I can't sing but this doesn't stop me,) and falling into a good TV show or film. If I could step into any fictional world, it would be amongst the characters in ABC's Once Upon a Time.
I love reading many genres and discovering new authors.
There is a monthly book club, writing exercises, prompts, reviews, author interviews, competitions and guest posts. I cover many genres and I hope there is something for everyone.
I grew up by the sea in Dorset and currently live in Poole with my husband, Chris and three cats. I love writing and have a BA (Hons) in Creative Writing from Falmouth University. I am writing my first book. If only I could stop pressing delete. Chris has threatened to stop it from working. Haha.
I have always loved creative writing since I was in first school and would very much like to meet my teacher, Miss Sayers, to say thank you for all the encouragement she gave me then.
When not writing, I love reading, cats, Disney, singing (I can't sing but this doesn't stop me,) and falling into a good TV show or film. If I could step into any fictional world, it would be amongst the characters in ABC's Once Upon a Time.
I love reading many genres and discovering new authors.
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Hi all,
Here’s all the posts together.
He told me to keep it. How was I meant to know what would happen if I didn’t. Paintings and books were scatterred all over in his studio. I took the book he gave me and smiled. I would soon find out the ending. This was bound to be a wonderful day.
Or on the other hand, I could just hand the fusty old book in at the charity shop next door and then maybe today would carry on being just another ordinary day in my ordinary life.
I thought about it. If I did give it away, could I live with the ‘what if’s? What if this is it?
In a rapid turn of events, the decision was taken away from me as the book was ripped out of my hands. I watched, open mouthed, as the masked assailant made off. Boy, was I in trouble now!
I started to run after him but I only got a few yards before the shooting pain my side forced me to stop. I shouldn’t have skipped all those gym sessions.
A man approached me.
“Can we talk?” he said, flashing me his warrant card and ushering me into the back of an unmarked black BMW, which I very much hoped was a police car and not some elaborate scam.
“So would you like to explain exactly what you have just passed to a known criminal?” he said with a thin smile.
‘I… I… I’ I stumbled. ‘He took it, he ripped it out my hand and ran away. I didn’t give it to him.’ It hit me, I might never find what I was looking for now. I had to find that criminal.
‘I… I… I’ I stumbled. ‘He took it, he ripped it out my hand and ran away. I didn’t give it to him.’ It hit me, I might never find what I was looking for now. I had to find that criminal.
“Can we talk?” he said, flashing me his warrant card and ushering me into the back of an unmarked black BMW, which I very much hoped was a police car and not some elaborate scam.
“So would you like to explain exactly what you have just passed to a known criminal?” he said with a thin smile.
I started to run after him but I only got a few yards before the shooting pain my side forced me to stop. I shouldn’t have skipped all those gym sessions.
A man approached me.
In a rapid turn of events, the decision was taken away from me as the book was ripped out of my hands. I watched, open mouthed, as the masked assailant made off. Boy, was I in trouble now!
I thought about it. If I did give it away, could I live with the ‘what if’s? What if this is it?
Or on the other hand, I could just hand the fusty old book in at the charity shop next door and then maybe today would carry on being just another ordinary day in my ordinary life.
Paintings and books were scatterred all over in his studio. I took the book he gave me and smiled. I would soon find out the ending. This was bound to be a wonderful day.