CW2020: Second Year Fiction, Seminar Group A

Below, excitingly enough, are the first 150-words of the short story the group wrote during today’s class. We shall be finishing this story in subsequent sessions. I say ‘we’. I mean ‘they’. Or, if you are part of Seminar Group A, I mean ‘you’. [AR]

[One houskeeping note: the reading for next week’s seminar on characterisation is from Forster’s Aspects of the Novel: there are several copies of this in the library [809.3 FOR] and some quotations from it here and here. Forster’s ideas crop up, usually in simplified form, in lots of accounts of characterisation: here, for instance.]

 

She was brushing her hair when she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. What she could see, through the window, was the large, curved drive in front of the house, and the tiny creatures running up and down it.  They were playing in the fountain.

They don’t like crusts.

‘Who don’t like crusts, mother?’ her son asked.

‘The goblins don’t.’

‘There are no goblins. You’re seeing things.’ He was in a hurry. ‘I’ve got to get back to work. I don’t have time to sit around and chat about goblins.’

‘They’re all over the house,’ she said.

‘The kids don’t like crusts, that’s what you mean,’ he said. ‘I’m sorry if they’ve left crusts everywhere. I’ll get Marta to clean them up.’

‘They’re outside right now,’ she said.

‘I’m going to talk to Dr Selkie about your dosage,’ he said. He didn’t mean it to sound like a threat, but of course it did.

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4 responses to “CW2020: Second Year Fiction, Seminar Group A

  1. rhulcreativewriters

    Feel free to comment.

  2. Kayleigh

    I think that, instead of black hairs being caught in the brush, she should just notice it differently in the light. A rubbish example here:

    “the sunlight caught a few strands and re-envoked the faded lustre of her once golden hair. For a moment she sat there, entranced by the yellow tresses hanging about her shoulders, and then the sun moved behind a cloud, leaving the dull white wisps trailing sadly through her fingers”

    Maybe just something more subtle than startling black hairs in a brush?

  3. Interesting, Kayleigh (did you perhaps mean to post the comment here?).

  4. Kayleigh

    I don’t know *looks bewildered* I can barely use Word, let alone a blog!!!

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