Wednesday 25 December 2013

Christmas

It's that time of year again. The Christmas trees are decorated and I've got mince pies in the microwave. Yup, this is officially my favourite month of the year. Not just because of all the celebrations but also because it's the time I get to thank everyone for what they have done for me throughout the year. So I'm just going to go right ahead and say it:

THANK YOU!!!

Since I'm not Santa and nor am I a billionaire giving you all a present wasn't the easiest task. So this year as my gift to you I've interviewed someone, a famous author.  Enjoy!!

Julia Golding is an author who has published many books; including the "Cat Royal" series, the "Darcie Lock" trilogy, "The Companions Quartet" series and many more.


Her website is:  http://www.juliagolding.co.uk


If someone asked you to describe yourself in one sentence, what would you say?

Once upon a time, there was a storyteller who lived in Oxford and couldn’t stop making up tales…

Personally, I love reading your books so I'd like to know what inspired you to write in the first place?

I always liked writing stories but having my own children proved to be the key to finishing a whole book so I would say they are the inspiration.

Is there a certain quote you live by?

God grant me the serenity 
to accept the things I cannot change; 
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference. (Niebuhr)

If you weren't an author what would you be?

Miserable!

As you are a famous author, I'd like to know what advice you have for the young writers out there?

A good idea isn’t enough.  You need to learn how to sustain your writing over the length of the story, be it a short one or a full-length novel.  It isn’t easy but you can learn how to do this if you are serious.

Thank you Julia, and to everyone reading this: MERRY CHRISTMAS

Saturday 14 December 2013

Wrapping it up

You thought this was about wrapping presents didn’t you  :p – well it’s not, it's the end of the Flash Fiction.

I opened the note and read it:
We know who you are. we know what you have to lose, so if you value your life you’ll do as we say: leave the crowd and enter the first alley you see. If anyone follows you they die. We need you, and you alone to assist the resistance.
I didn’t move because I wasn’t sure if this was a prank. I was ordinary, well as ordinary as you could be in the society I lived in. My hair was brown and my eyes were green. I wasn’t extremely clever and nor was I very athletic. All in all, there wasn’t anything about me that could make me seem different. So why me? Why couldn’t they target someone else? What had I  done to deserve this?
Someone shoved me backwards forcing me toward the back of the crowd. This was my chance to leave. I could either go home and wait to be evicted or I could go down a scary alley and figure out who sent me the letter. I'd always been curious about the world around me yet my logic won my debate. I would go to my new home and forget everything. I’d forget about Ty. I’d forget that my studies were all a waste and I’d focus on the fact that it was my birthday. I might even use the extra food rations I’d been saving to get a slice of cake; if they hadn’t shut down the cafeteria.
Just as I was jogging down the road someone jumped in my way. ‘Where are you going?’ The ragged boy asked grabbing my wrists attempting to get me to stay in one place. It didn’t work. I kicked him in the thigh and punched his jaw. That was before I saw three men leave their hiding places and walk towards us. There was no way I could fight them; even if I could, the gold triangles on their arms told me that more resistors would assist them if they needed it.
Though the police weren’t far away from us the resistance troupes picked me up and carried me down an alley where a lady with white hair spoke to me. ‘Hello Casey. Welcome to the resistance. You probably know that we’re powerful, yet what you may not know is that one of our important members, Ty, has been taken captive and his trial will be next week. Since he chose you to be his apprentice he must’ve known that you were capable of helping him with his machine. We need you to finish off the machine so we can use it to rescue him. When you’ve done that we’ll release your brother.’
The very second she finished I caught sight of a small boy with brown hair and many freckles. No! They had him. They had Tim. My mind raced to how scared my younger brother must be and immediately all my thoughts of fleeing died down. I would do it. I would finish the machine. I didn’t know how I would do it considering all of our workplaces were being shut down but I'd find a way. My brother had to get away from these madmen and I was going to make sure that happened