There are lots of films about writers, probably something to do with deadlines and writers block – you need to do what you know sometimes. Of course I don’t believe in the adage “Write what you know”, because I’ve never travelled in spaceship, or murdered anyone, (though judging from the films in the link, I just might not remember). I just prefer to write what I can imagine, and research the rest. Anyway that’s lucky – because otherwise I would be terrified of becoming a writer, if these represent what the screenwriters knew… http://www.flavorwire.com/367051/10-movies-that-make-writing-look-incredibly-dangerous/
This is the 47th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.
The Fallen Hero by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 17th January 2012
Word count: 1,000
Theme: heroes, fantasy, wrong choices, fate, prophecy, vengeance, guilt, remorse
“You have returned then,” the old man said hearing footsteps behind where he sat.
The footsteps stopped, but the creator said nothing.
“Come Caje, sit, this game is a little childish.”
The footsteps resumed, they walked around the desk, the chair moved, and then shuddered forward. The old man saw no one, but did not appear surprised. He sighed.
“Caje there is no need for the dagger, are we not friends?”
A figure shimmered into being, sat in the chair holding an ornate knife, which he then tucked inside his belt.
“You are right,” the scarred young man, dressed in soldiers garb said, “I am here, as I promised.”
“I sense not as promised, your journey has changed you,” the old man said.
“The journey you sent me on. The prophecy called for five, not six,” the young man said coldly. “What happened is on your head.”
This is the 45th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.
Coward’s Courage by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 15th January 2012
Word count: 645
Theme: risk, hero, self doubt, self depreciation, police, crime, robbery
Jackson never sought out to become a hero, even a minor one. Things just turned out that way. That day started off like any other, he got a call about a small problem, and went to deal with it.
“Breath deeply,” Jackson told himself, “Then cut the wire.”
“Okay, first one down now the next, just stay steady,” he braced himself.
He pulled himself out of the cupboard.
This is the 16th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing from 2nd December 2012 until the 1st December 2013. It’s intent is to keep me writing throughout the year, and not just in November. you can find out more about the challenge here.
Stitched Up, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 17th December 2012
Word count: 977
Theme: crime, revenge, suspense
Twenty years, that’s how long it’s been, twenty long years in prison.
Now I’m out, and staying out is proving far harder than I expected. I used to be the man with the plan, and I was worth my weight in gold. Then the people that hire me, they turned on me, set me up for the big fall.
First degree murder.
I’m in admiration of the plan, really, they had me break into the scene of the crime, while the real murderer used my escape route to get out, leaving me shafted, covered in the dead man’s blood holding the weapon, after I foolishly tried to save him.
I protested my innocence of course, for a while. Then I agreed to plead guilty in exchange for leniency. The judge threw that out because I wasn’t confessing to enough murders, there were several other murders with the same MO. Lovely.
Now I’m out and most of the faces I see are young ones, except for the three following me down across Oxford Circus. I might be rusty, but these were amateurs, I recognised one though which was enough to tell me this wasn’t the cops.