Stories abound. They are everywhere. Some stories are massive and glorious like a monument, a structure of marble and stained glass. Some are humble and simple like a puff of cloud or a puddle of water. And some stories–most perhaps–are somewhere in between, small, but complex, more than first meets the eye…like a feather.
Everyone has stories. Here, I will tell you some of mine.
The royal physician, Galena by name, examined the festering bruise just below the king’s ribcage. The king lay in a sleeping stupor. A state he had been in for three days, and yet it was only now, and only by order of the queen that the royal physician was allowed to examine her king.
Galena peered down at the bruise, around the margins of which there appeared an oozing of bright purple fluid.
“I had thought him a fool, but a harmless one,” the queen said.
Galena did not look up as she answered. “Is there such a thing?”
I thought it was a reflection at first. Not the moon. Some streetlight or something, from outside, getting past my curtains. I was too lazy, too sleepy to get up and deal with it. But I do remember thinking it was strange.
Isn’t the light too bright to be a reflection? I thought, peeking up at the ceiling.
I do remember resisting the urge to rub my eyes. I wanted to take a closer look.
It was the turning into her fifth year, when Anushka would enter the next epoch of her childhood, the first learning years. Being a child whose family was of modest wealth, there were a few minor enchantments that were gifted to her. One was a book that could summon any one of a hundred different fairy tales within its pages with a simple chant. Another was a pair of boots that could lace themselves. And still another was a mysterious card placed within a vivid green envelope embossed with the golden letters of the giver’s initials.
As it so happened, the Houses of the Black Radish, the Purple Carrot, and the Green Garlic all found themselves traveling the rough road that led to the garden of perpetuation.
They traveled thus, the human envoys carrying vegetable plant seed on their persons and vegetable spirit within their persons. As the envoys conversed among themselves, so too did the spirits of the vegetables.
“Root and bulb are we,” said the Radish, with sharp attention. “No tubers do I see.”
“The tubers are well-loved,” the Carrot remarked sweetly. “They have no need of the great garden.”
“So are we well-loved,” said the Garlic with mild bitterness. “Or once were. And will be again, I would wager.”
“But by then it may be too late,” Carrot warned. “We would be gone.”
Lucinda held her breath, as she raised the glass rod above the vial and tapped the rod to release the single drop of liquid that clung to its end.
The drop fell in the vial, joining the muddy liquid within. The liquid turned ruddy, then clear. And it stayed clear.
Lucinda dared to exhale just as the liquid began to swirl and turn ruddy, then muddy. She ducked under the table just before the vial shattered, spraying red flames and charred bits of glass in every direction.
She remembered darkness. And she remembered her name. That was all.
Spark zoomed into a heap of advancing clouds, grinning and gasping at the sensations of cold and wet, reaching out to touch what could not quite be grasped. She emerged on the other side, and spotted a colossal formation of rock and stone with three spires so high they topped the clouds. A mountain!
The pre-sale is over. But the course is still available. Enter the portal below!
Launched July 20, 2021!
[Video description: Course Instructor, Nila Patel, seen from elbows up, sitting in front of a wood paneling background, and facing the camera. Some kind of paper craft artwork with geometric shapes—obviously added to provide variety in the background—hangs on the wall above her left shoulder.]
Here’s a transcript of the video above:
Hello, it’s Nila. I’m here to remind you about the pre-sale for my online course. It’s called “Write A Short Story in Five Weeks: A Doable Method for Procrastinators, Self-Doubters, and Bucket-Listers.”
Let’s say you know the basics of writing fiction. You have a character study here, a line of dialogue there, and bits and pieces that you’re not sure how to put together, or maybe you’ve never tried because the thought of it is frustrating or overwhelming. This course can help.
Or if you’re starting from scratch with a completely blank page, this course can help.
There are tons of free resources out there, which is great. But the challenge is figuring out which ones can help you, and where to begin. Where to go next. And next after that. Maybe you even know all the steps. You know WHAT to do. Just not HOW to do it. That’s where it helps to have some guidance from someone who’s done it a lot.
I’ve written 400 stories, so many stories that I’ve developed a workflow that you can use as a template, a shortcut, if you will, to customize your own method. And a way for you to judge which tools and resources will be helpful to you in the rest of your writing journey.
There are only a few days left. The pre-sale ends on July 20. That’s this coming Tuesday. So if you’re interested in checking it out—or better yet enrolling in the course—go to the link below and click the button that says “Write A Short Story in Five Weeks: A Doable Method for Procrastinators, Self-Doubters, and Bucket-Listers.”