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Story Cubes Take Two

If you’re new to this, the rules are simple. You take the nine images and create a story about them, starting with the words “Once upon a time”. You can see my first attempt here.

These short stories are currently the only fictional writing I’m managing at the moment – so I am subjecting you lot to it too. Did any of you have a go at the other one!? If so, if you fancy it on the blog, let me know and we can have some guest posting going on.

Anyway, I have some bad news for you wonderful people – I will be quiet for the next few days. I am visiting a friend in Newmarket (snow permitting) and so the blogs will go silent. Sad times!

In which case, I thought I’d give you the next few days to ponder on this selection of story cubes, and when I return I will have lots of shiny new posts to entertain you with (namely a review of The Hunger Games, and a short story followed by more ramblings and maybe some interesting stuff).

Have a beautiful weekend my lovely ones, and have fun writing!

Sad face
Mobile phone (cellphone for you Americans!)

P.S. A plea for followers on Twitter – I’m on 93 and will do the happy dance if I’m at 100 by Monday (also I will be tweeting over the weekend, just so you won’t get withdrawal symptoms).

Oh, and I will FILM the happy dance and post it for you if I can reach over 100 followers on my fashion Twitter!!!

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Story Cubes Short Story

Crescent moon
Shooting star

Once upon a time there was a castle where it was always night time. Only one person lived in the castle, and this person was a young woman. She was neither beautiful nor ugly, but whoever saw her would fall instantly in love with her. It was a curse. No matter what she did, everyone would always fall in love with her. But there was another problem with falling in love with her – the minute you laid eyes on the young woman, and the minute you fell in love, you were instantly turned into a beetle. And so the castle had one human occupant, and thousands upon thousands of beetles.

Now, as previously mentioned, it was always night over the castle. A crescent moon always hung in the sky, although the rest of the world continued as normal with day and night.

This was also to do with the curse.

There was only one way to lift this curse, and that was to shoot an arrow into the topmost window of the castle the moment a shooting star flashed overhead. Many had come to try this deed (as it was always night, there were frequent shooting stars), but many had turned into beetles. The young woman was a lonely soul – due to her curse – and would often come out to greet her visitors before they had shot the arrow, and promptly turning them into a beetle.

So it was not unusual when the young woman was brushing her long brown hair by candlelight, when she heard a voice call from the path below. She looked out of the window, yet saw no one.

“Hello?” she called.

“Fair lady!” replied the male voice. “I have come to release you from your curse!”

The voice was a booming, valiant-sounding voice, and the young woman smiled and clapped in excitement.

“Oh isn’t that wonderful! Tell me, sir knight, is there a shooting star overhead?”

“There is fair lady.”

“And tell me, sir knight, can you see the topmost window of the castle?”

“I can fair lady. And, might I say, I am the best shot in all the kingdom.”

“Oh, what wonderful news! And tell me, sir knight, for you have not yet turned into a beetle, have you set eyes on me?”

“I have not fair lady, for I am stood with my eyes closed until the appointed time to shoot my arrow and release you from this curse.”

“Oh, you are clever sir knight! But, tell me, sir knight, where are you, for I cannot see you?”

“I will be revealed to you shortly fair lady, but first, pray, let me shoot this arrow and release you from your curse.”

“Oh, of course, of course,” the young woman cried, realising that all this talking would not cure her.

There was the high twang of a bow string, and the young woman watched as an arrow soared upwards – shining in the light of the crescent moon as the shooting star curved overhead – and flew through the topmost window of the castle.

All at once, the castle was full of thousands of voices, for all the beetles had been turned back into their human form again, and the castle was bathed in sunlight, for the eternal night had been lifted.

The young woman ran from the castle in joy, eager to meet her saviour.

She ran to the path from whence the arrow had been shot. But no matter where she looked, she could see nothing but a footprint in the mud. She clutched her hands to her heart in sadness.

“Oh, sir knight,” she sighed. “Have you left me already?”

“No, fair lady, I have not,” replied the knight’s voice from beside her, and she jumped in surprise.

She turned, but no one was there.

“Is this a trick, sir knight?” she asked.

“No, fair lady. You see, I am also under a curse, and I am invisible. It is a curse which can only be lifted by a young woman who is freed from a curse when an arrow is shot through the topmost window of her castle. To free me from this invisibility, I must have a kiss from this woman.”

“I see,” the young woman slowly. “But… there is one problem, sir knight. How am I going to be able to kiss you if I can’t see you?”

There was silence.



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Story Cubes

Tuesday was Tea with Bits Day. We did the usual – meet in Caffè Nero in Waterstones and put the world to rights, and then spend the next hour browsing to our hearts’ content. I had a couple of books in mind that I wanted to get: The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins (in the posh new cover, not the teen one) and Ulysses by James Joyce (after a long discussion with E at work, who happens to be a bit of a Joycian). Well, I failed on the first point, but managed to nab a copy of Ulysses and also a copy of The Greatcoat by Helen Dunmore – because after my last post I was too overwhelmingly excited to wait. Standing at the till – waving loyalty card and stamp card and money at the bookseller with too much enthusiasm – I noticed THESE little bad boys. Have you ever had those decision dice that you rolled to decide what to do (“homework”, “eat”, “sleep” etc.)? These are almost the same – dice with little images on that help you decide what to write a story about. You simply start with Once Upon a Time and use the upward facing pictures for the rest.

Okay, so they’re a daft little game to pass the time (and procrastinate) and I’m pretty sure most of the stories I can come up with are surreal humour pieces, but I really fell in love with them. Just think of the possibilities!

So I’m starting a blog game… Each week I will roll the dice and write up the short story for all to see. However, before that begins, I thought I’d let you lot have a go.

Here’s what the dice have given you today!

Crescent moon
Shooting star

Let me know what you come up with – I will be posting my own short story from this soon.

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