Yesterday, my parents took my wife and me to go see the new Beauty and the Beast film. We thoroughly enjoyed it, and I couldn’t help but want to write a little drabble focusing on LeFou and Stanley. There are spoilers in this fic, so please read with caution.
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Beastkeeper by Cat Hellisen
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
“Beastkeeper” would have been an amazing little book if not for the last chapter.
***MINOR SPOILERS AHEAD***
I felt like the main focus of the book was to show that, no matter how hard we try, not everything ends happily ever after. After a bit of good magic and world building, “Beastkeeper” drifts off into a darker story of trying to remain human when one has become a beast. I really enjoyed that part of the story. The characters were well written, and the language used was lyrical at times.
Then the ending happens.
It is so jarring from everything leading up to the end that I felt like I have reader’s whip-lash. I feel that the final chapter shouldn’t haven been included. Not everything needs to be so neat and shiny. Bad endings are okay! Not that it would have been a bad ending without the final chapter–it would have been more of an acceptance of fate, of true forgiveness. It would have been beautiful. Instead, I’m left with a sickly sweet taste in my mouth.
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I wrote this about a year ago and never did anything with it. It’s surprising what you find when you go about cleaning up things.
I awoke dead.
As impossible as it sounds, as silly and as untrue, I awoke to find myself dead. I had no heartbeat, no pulse; my skin was deathly pale and tinted blue as though frozen. What was worse, perhaps, was that I had no recollection of ever being alive in the first place.
It was dark. Impossibly so. There were no stars above me, no sun or moon to offer guidance. My fingers fished out around me, attempting to find purchase on something to let me know where I was. My right hand grasped at nothing while my left found a wall beside me. A bed beneath me. I blinked stupidly into the darkness of the house. At least, I assumed it was a house. For all my dead brain knew, I could have been in a basement, a dungeon, or perhaps even in the underground lair of a scientist gone mad. The thought of Frankenstein popped into my head.
No, no. That was impossible. It had to be. I could not remember who I was, but I could remember the planet I was on. Amnesia. My mind was quick to work that one out as my hands still attempted to feel around. There was a blanket under me, wrinkled but soft, and a pillow under my head. My hands touched my hair, my face, feeling, feeling all that I could not see.
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“Catching Mermaids” is a drabble I wrote originally for a creative writing class in collage. I lost the original work, unfortunately, but I have recreated it below the cut. Though I still believe the original was better, I love the idea of the story. I hope others find it entertaining, at least.
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Writing Prompt from thinkwritten
Prompt #27. Closed Doors: What’s behind the door? Why is it closed?
The door had been closed for as long as Evan could remember.
When his parents had first purchased the house, long before he was born, the door had been locked, and the key, missing. No one really ever spoke about it. Occasionally, someone would walk by it and swear they could see a light on in the room beyond. Once they checked again, however, it was determined that it was a trick of the light.
It never really occurred to Evan that the door should be opened. That was, until his mother and father both perished in an automobile accident one summer day. The driver in the other car swerved into them, knocking them into the guardrail. The car flipped, crashing into a canopy of trees. The branches swallowed up his mother, their finger-like claws digging into her heart, while the trunk of the tree dashed away his father’s head.
They were not pretty deaths.
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I wrote this Steven Universe fan fiction last year. It took me a long time to complete it, but I am in love with the universe I created for the predetermined characters. It revolves around Pearl and is told from her point of view. Please enjoy!
You can read it here.
Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
“Mockingjay,” the third and final book in “The Hunger Games” trilogy, was something of a surprise for me. A happy little surprise (not that the novel is a pleasant subject) for me to sink my literary teeth into. Unlike “Catching Fire,” which had a very slow start, “Mockingjay” hits the ground running. It manages to keep up this pace throughout most of the book, proving a theory of mine–that the author, Suzanne Collins, is very good at writing action and drama, but smaller, simpler ‘breathing’ scenes are a no-go. This is fine! She should play to her strengths, as she did here and in the original “The Hunger Games” novel.
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