Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Extra! Extra! America’s Next Great Author Volume 3! (Week 3)



It occurred to me that I should inform you of the other contestants in this competition. There started off with thirteen of us. Myself, Tierra, Victoria, Avahline, Lori, Adam, Isabel, Destini, Mckinley, Marvin, Fiona, Stephanie G, and Stephanie U. Both Stephanies, and Fiona never ended up submitting work for the first week and all got eliminated then. Marvin never submitted for the second week and then was eliminated at that time. So, during week three, there were nine of us left.

This week I found to be rather fun. The prompt for this week was to write a parable, fable, and fairy/tall tale set in modern time.

I already knew what I wanted to write for the fable because I had actually started the idea about a year ago when I was in Poetry and Short Story class. Fables always include animals and the most common modern animal I could think of was the squirrel, which I ended up using for the fable. The parable came to me after remembering a parable from the Bible (the one about a boy who could pick ears of corn from a field and the father he went down the line, the bigger they got, so he didn’t pick any hoping they would get bigger, and he eventually ended up with nothing in the end) and then thinking of way to make it modern. I ended up applying the stock market to it, a very modern concept. The fairy tale was a lot harder, but I thought of the idea after thinking about archetypical fairy tale characters. I also began to think about Disney Channel movies and the stupid things they do sometimes to try to add magic to everyday situations, and that’s how I eventually ended up with my fairy tale.

I don’t have much to say about this week. It wasn’t really hard and it wasn’t really easy either. I did end up getting third place over all for the week challenge though, which I consider and accomplishment. In last year’s season, I had never placed in the top three, so I found that to be a step up for me. Lori won the week’s challenge, Avahline placing in second, myself in third, and Isabel was eliminated.

Below are my three stories for the week.

A Nutty Situation (Fable)

In a small suburb on a street by the name of Westfield lived a small community of squirrels. They made their homes in the sycamore trees that grew on the front lawns of the many houses where humans resided. When the leaves had just started to change colors, the squirrels began to gather nuts for the upcoming winter.
            On this street there lived one particular squirrel by the name of Chester who was very smart and began to store food for the winter months ahead of the others. His home was already sufficiently stocked with the food his family needed, but he insisted to continue foraging in case they had a long winter, common in the region.
            One day, a squirrel with a lame leg and a family of his own to support approached Chester and his home.
            “My good friend,” he said to Chester as he scampered up to him. “You have a massive store of nuts for yourself and your family. Surely you can spare me a small portion of your supply. I am not as strong as I used to be and cannot gather enough nuts to support my family.”  
            Chester, considered his words for only a second. Thinking of himself first he responded to him harshly.
            “No, I cannot spare any of my supply. I must think of myself and my family before I help others.”
            Saddened by his response, but also understanding his reasoning, the other squirrel slowly scampered away back to his own tree, wondering how he would find enough food for his family.
            Many other squirrels approached Chester in the fall season, all asking for only a small portion of his supply. They would tell him things such as:
            “Surly you can spare only a few nuts!”
            “You must think of the community as well!”
            “You’ve hogged all of the nuts in the entire neighborhood!”
            But in the end, he gave all of them the exact same response. “I cannot spare any of my supply. I must think of myself and my family before I help others.”
            So the fall came to an end and the leaves turned brown and fell from their home in the trees.
As Chester approached his home from his last scavenging journey and attempted to place the last few nuts into his home, he realized that he had collected so many nuts they had had completely blocked the entrance to his house! He scratched at the entrance, squeaking to alert his wife and kids to clear the entrance for him, but they could not hear him through the immense wall of nuts blocking the way.
He traveled to each tree along the street asking for assistance, but everyone was already shut in their houses for the winter and would not answer him. He tried and he tried, but no one would answer his cries for help, realizing he would have to face the cold winter alone without the supply of nuts he had been too greedy to share.

Up and Up (Parable)
Bill Smith was a business man who his free time playing the stock market. At his job he envied saw his superiors with expensive watches and driving around in Lamborghinis, and he played the stocks hoping to one day earn himself enough money to buy the same things they could afford.
One day while browsing through the NASDAQ he came across the stock for a budding electronics company called of L-COMP. Its stock was only valued for four dollars and ninety-six cents currently, but it had slowly and steadily rose for the last two months. Smith saw potential in the company and therefore bought one hundred shares, hoping that his investment would one day pay off.
Over time the stock steadily rose, but at very small increments. At the end of that year, a share was only valued at six dollars and five cents, barely rising in price. Giving up hope in the company, he planned on selling it the next day, taking whatever small earnings he may have made.
However, Smith woke up the next morning and went about his usual routine checking the stocks only to find that the price of one share of L-COMP and drastically risen overnight to eleven dollars and thirty-nine cents, almost doubling in value. Surprised and elated by the sudden rise in price, Smith decided to hold onto the stock to see if it would rise in price in even more.
He observed the price almost constantly as it continued to rise up and up and up with each passing week, now being sold for over twenty-five dollars. Ecstatic by his decision to purchase the stock at such a low price, he put off selling his shares hoping for the day when L-COMP would rise to its peak. Speaking to himself, he made himself a promise, simply stating:
“I will sell my shares once it reaches fifty dollars.”
Unfortunately, greed soon consumed him to the point where he refused to sell his share in the company. The day came around when the stock reached fifty dollars, but he then changed the promise he made to himself.
“The stock is doing so well I might as well wait for when it reaches one hundred dollars to increase my profit further!”
One hundred dollars soon turned into one twenty five, and one twenty five into two hundred. Wanting to make as much money was possible, he refused to sell the stock. He became lazy and checked the stocks less frequently, only about once a week, thinking that his prized L-COMP stock could only rise in price.
The day came two years later when L-COMP went bankrupt and the price of its stock fell so fast, it was down below five dollars in only a week. By the time Smith took notice of the sudden downfall of the company, the stock had dropped to four dollars and forty eight cents, less money than what he had originally paid for it.
He immediately sold his stock, losing money in the process with a heavy head. He continued to think of the various times he could’ve sold the stock and made a great profit.

Five Dollar Wish (Fairy Tale)
The homeless almost constantly lined the streets of New York City, so for Courtney, it wasn’t an unusual site to see an old woman in tattered clothes begging for money on the corner of the street.
“Can you please spare me some money?” the woman pleaded as Courtney walked by. She stopped for a minute in front of the woman. She looked at plastic up in front of her which only held a few coins. She knew the people of New York were greedy, pushing the homeless aside often. Because of this she always liked to give a couple of dollars here and there to people she passed on the street.
While bending down to place a five dollar bill in the plastic cup in front of her, the woman reached out and grabbed hold of her hands.
“Thank you so much for you kindness,” the woman told her looking straight into her eyes. “I wish to return the favor. Tell me, what is your biggest desire?”
“Well,” Courtney began while still staring into the eyes of the woman, unsure of what to think. “I want to make it into Julliard. I auditioned last week, but I don’t have the minimum standard grades and turned in my paperwork late, so I’m afraid my audition was valid.”
The woman smiled back at her with a toothless grin. “What a wonderful wish.” The woman, still clasping onto Courtney’s hands, closed her eyes for a brief moment, almost as if casting a blessing over her. A few moments later, she released her hands and the five dollar bill fell down into the woman’s lap. The woman picked up the bill while still smiling at Courtney.
“You are a very talented girl; you shall have a successful future.” Courtney smiled back at her, unsure of what else to do as she continued her way down the street.
When she was a block away she heard her phone ring. She pulled it out of her purse while quickly answering the call.
“Is this Courtney Miller?” the voice asked.
“Yes it is,”
“My name is Emma Long from the Julliard School of Dance. I am pleased to inform you that we have accepted you into our program for the upcoming year.”
Courtney stopped in her tracks and brought a hand up to her mouth as she muffled a silent scream. People pushed her aside while glancing her way, but Courtney didn’t care.
“Thank you so much!” While still holding the phone to her ear, she ran down the street, wanting to tell the old woman about the good news. However, when she reached the spot where she had met her, she was no longer there, not a trace of her presence left behind.

~ K.M.D.

Friday, July 18, 2014

The Unusual Isles Inspired Stories



So, on Figment I am an admin of a group called Capital Contests where we run fun contests and other writing related fun activities. The creator of the group Mimi allowed me to run a contest in the group in order to promote The Unusual Isles. The challenge basically to create a story based off the title The Unusual Isles. They could interpret it any way they wanted to.
            I only ended up getting two entries for the contest, which was disappointing, but it was a close call for me on who I ended up picking as the winner and I wanted to share their stories with you guys!
            I ended up picking Figment user Kindle as the winner of the challenge for her piece Mysterious “the Isles”. It was about a girl who went to a mysterious island against her uncle’s wishes and ultimately gets trapped there forever. When I read it for the first time it automatically intrigued me and the whole story kept me interested. It was written very well with basically no grammar errors I could immediately see. Just by her one piece I could tell that she was a very talented writer and has a lot of writing potential. It’s a very good and quick read and I highly recommend you check it out along with her other works!

Here is a link to Kindle’s story and Figment profile if you want to know more about her:
Kindle's Figment profile -  http://figment.com/users/350824-Kindle

            The other entry in the contest was by Figment used Jennie F. Lee with her piece The Northern Trident. She took on a spin on the title I never expected to see, but loved at the same time. She wrote about a group of mermaids who had to retrieve a trident from the Shadow Boys who had stolen it from them. The only reason it didn’t win because it lacked the direction that Kindle’s story had and also the development of the main character. Overall I still really enjoyed the piece (I love mermaid stories) and it’s another enjoyable read.

Here’s the links to Jennie’s story and Figment profile to get to know more about her:
Jennie's Figment profile -  http://figment.com/users/378225-Jennie-F-Lee

Thank you to Kindle and Jennie for their entries and I really did enjoy reading their pieces!

~K.M.D.

Friday, June 20, 2014

Extra! Extra! America’s Next Great Author Volume 3! (Week One)




I thought of this idea about three weeks too late, but this was something I wanted to do. So, I’m currently three weeks into a Figment run competition called America’s Next Great Author, and I thought I would take you guys along on the journey with me (although I don't know how much longer that will be).

Even though I’m already three weeks in, I’ll begin my sharing my week one story. The prompt titled “Introduce Your Partner” and everyone was paired up with another writer and then had to write a story about them based on their submission bio.

I want to give a special shout-out to my partner Victoria H. or Casey Pritchard, who I found out has very similar taste to me in terms of literature and also an all around awesome person. Her submission about me actually ended up winning the challenge for the week so congrats again and awesome job.

I worked really hard on this week’s piece because I didn’t do very well with this prompt last year and I sort of wanted to redeem myself. Overall I’m proud of it and I think I did a decent job.

So here is my week one piece titled Casey Pritchard. Enjoy!

Casey walked down Main Street on her way to her job interview at Sunny Side Up, the new local breakfast shop that had just opened in her home town. Her mind was all over the place as she juggled thoughts about her interview while also planning out a new character.
Hannah Baker. Age seventeen. 5’4”. Shoulder length black hair. Italian ethnicity.
“Good luck at your job interview Casey!” She heard someone shout at her from across the street. Her brain snapped back to reality and her head swiveled around to the source of the shout. On the other side of the street she saw her creative writing teacher waving at her from across the street. She never recalled telling her teacher she had a job interview, but she didn’t have to. Everything about everyone made its way around the small, quaint town of Maineville, Ohio, whether you wanted everyone to know that you collected antique my little ponies in your spare time or not.
She smiled then waved back at her. “Thank you Mrs. Smith!”
“I’m sure you’ll get the job. I’d expect nothing less from my best student!”
Introverted. Doesn’t open up to others easily.
                As she approached the door to the shop her heart was racing. She really needed a job. She wanted to save up money for a car and start putting some away for college.
                She opened the door, bells jingling as she stepped inside. She was greeted with the scent bacon cooking on the stove. She inhaled the smell as she imagined it sizzling on the stove in the back kitchen.
Mysterious aura.
A man stepped out from behind a corner. He was fairly tall with a bald head with several tattoos covering his arms. She didn’t recognize him which was a shocking considering she knew almost everyone in town. She assumed he had just moved to Mainville to open up the shop.
                “You Casey?” He responded in a rather intimidating tone.
                Casey nodded her head as she responded. “Thank you for taking the time to meet with me.”
                “It’s not a problem, go ahead and fill out this paper work and I’ll be right back.” He motioned to a booth located near the back of the store with some papers sitting on top of it. She walked over and sat down as she stared at the form. She picked up a pen and began to fill it out.
Wears sunglasses constantly. Likes the color gray
He returned a few minutes later and slid into the seat in the booth across from her. He looked up at her with a rather serious face. “I’ll look over your paper work later, but I do have a few questions for you right now. So, what do you like to do in your spare time?”
                “I love writing,” she responded almost automatically. “I just love creating new characters and new worlds.”
                The man scoffed at the comment slightly. “So your one of those creative types then. Head in the clouds, always distracted. Am I wrong?”
                “Well, not really…” she said rather quietly.
                “That’s not the best response. I need dedicated people to work here, not someone who will spend their shift daydreaming.”
                “I’m a very responsible and dedicated person. One of the things I learned from writing…”
                “Again with the writing, don’t you do anything else in your spare time?” The man interrupted cutting her off. Casey was shocked to silence. It took her a few moments to gather her thoughts together before she responded.
                “With all due respect, writing is one of my passions, and I won’t apologize for being a writer.” She was silent for a few seconds before she added something else. “And I don’t think this is the right job for me.” She stood up and began walking towards the door. She heard the man laughing at her from behind.
                “Suit yourself,” It wasn’t long before he got up and continued with his daily business.
                As she walked down the street away from the shop, her head was once again filled with more thoughts. She still didn’t have a job, but she couldn’t force herself to work for someone who disrespected her for writing. She smiled slightly to herself. At least the day wasn’t a total loss. She had just thought of a story for her new character.

~~~

Two women stood outside of an iron gray fence. One of them was an old lady leaning with curly white hair glancing at some papers she held in her right hand. The other was a young girl with shoulder length black hair, wearing sunglasses despite the lack of need for them. The sky was overcast and gray, but that was the way Hannah liked it. It was her favorite color after all.
“Tell me sweetie, why would you want to work at a place as dreary as a cemetery? A young pretty girl like yourself should take up a part-time job as a waitress or a sales associate.”
Hannah tilted her head as if the woman had asked her a strange question. There was a long silence before she spoke in a low monotone voice.
“Because,” she began, stretching the word out so long it almost sounded like a sigh. “I have a fascination with death. It’s so permanent and silent. Don’t you think so?”

~~~

Casey stared at the screen of her computer for a second. She read over what she had written to make sure she was proud of it. She saved her changes and clicked the publish button on the Figment website. A pop-up box appeared on her screen. “Success! You have just published The Job Interview by Victoria H. Would you like to share your work with your friends?” She smiled as she clicked the yes button, hoping to encourage others to read her work and to inspire them with her words

~K.M.D.