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Tuesday, 25 October 2011

LitBit #5: Clueless in Seattle

The challenge: to write a story in less than 500 words.
The rules: It must be less than 500 words, it must be complete and it must be clean.
Why not write your own LitBit? Email info@alderway.com with your story.

Today’s LitBit comes from Lisa Hall Deckert. 492 words. Enjoy!

CLUELESS IN SEATTLE

‘OMG!’ Kara squealed, staring at her i-phone. ‘Nali, do you think that Don might have been cheating on me when we were in Seattle last month?’

Denali sighed. ‘I don’t think Don would invite you along with his family to their annual family reunion if he planned to cheat on you, Kara.’

‘Yeah well, look at this picture,’ Kara said, handing Denali the cell phone.

The picture was of a couple with their arms around each other, posed with the Space Needle in the background.  It was kind of hard to see their faces because the sun was behind them, long shadows reaching toward the camera.  Still, the tall, broad-shouldered guy was clearly Don, and the almost as tall chick with the long blond hair was just as clearly not Kara.  Kara was short, with wavy golden brown hair and cocker spaniel eyes. 

‘I can’t believe he would do this to me,’ Kara wailed.  ‘Sometimes he flirts a little with other girls, but I’ve never know him to be sneaky about it.  We were together the whole time we were in Seattle, except for once when Don’s mother and aunt and a couple of cousins and I went out for a girly lunch downtown.  But we were only gone from about eleven-thirty to two or so.  Other than that, Don and I were together at the reunion or the ball game or something the whole time. 

‘Do you think he was just waiting for me to leave so he could sneak over and see this girl?’ Kara continued. ‘If she is an old friend or something, I don’t really mind if he met up with her, but his not mentioning anything about it looks suspicious, don’t you think? I wonder who she is.’

‘Slow down, Kara,’ Denali said. ‘Who sent you this picture?’

‘It’s from Don’s cousin, Tina,’ Kara answered.  ‘Actually, I’m surprised that she would send this to me because I got the feeling that she didn’t really like me, but still. I wonder how she got the picture, though, since she was at the lunch with us. I guess whoever took the picture might have sent it to her. Anyway, the point is that Don sneaked off to see some other girl while I was at lunch and he didn’t tell me about it.’

‘Kara, relax,’ Denali said.  ‘Just ask Don about it. This picture wasn’t taken at lunchtime.’

‘What do you mean?’ Kara asked, looking at the picture again.

‘This picture clearly wasn’t taken between eleven and two.  Look at the shadows, Kara. The sun was low in the sky. It must have been taken in the evening.’

‘Ooo, you’re right,’ Kara said.  ‘I’ll forward it to Don and ask him.’

A few minutes later, Kara’s phone beeped.  She looked at the message and smiled. ‘You were right,’ she said. ‘It’s a picture of him and another cousin from last year’s reunion. Stupid Tina. Thanks, Denali, see you later.’

Lisa Hall Deckert

Lisa Hall Deckert is the author of two Denali mysteries, both available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes and Smashwords.

They Called It Moosicide can be purchased here for Amazon Kindle in the UK and here for Amazon Kindle in the US.

Denali’s Dozen: Twelve Little Mysteries You Can Solve can be purchased here for Amazon Kindle in the UK and here for Amazon Kindle in the US.

Monday, 10 October 2011

LitBit #1: The Overcomer

The challenge: to write a story in less than 500 words.
The rules: It must be less than 500 words, it must be complete and it must be clean. 
Why not write your own LitBit? Email info@alderway.com with your story.

Our first LitBit comes from Alderway author M.P.Hedley. 497 words. Enjoy!

THE OVERCOMER

Tick, tock, and the baying of hounds will creep and dismay. Yes, I’ve heard it all before and no, I didn’t believe it either. Until tonight. I know what you’re thinking - it’s only a fairytale, told to scare children into obedience and the safety of their beds: the spectral dog that scours the city at night, desperate to quench its thirst for troubled souls, drawn to the scent of a child’s tantrum.

Yesterday I would have agreed with you.  I’d have been the first to shout down such nonsense. But now ... now I know.  

I heard it, you see. Outside my window, just like my mum always said I would hear it if I ever made trouble at night. A wailing in the distance, getting nearer until I could swear I heard its breath against the glass.

I hid in the darkness, huddled under my blankets, but how do you hide from something that only sees anger and fear, only hears despair and torment? But what else could I do? I did what the story always says you must do. I lay perfectly still and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. I forced my happiest memory into my mind - the day I finally succeeded in climbing the rope at school all the way to the top (I know, it’s stupid, but there you have it) - and I did my very best to overcome the evil outside with the good within me. But it was not enough. I could hear the danger rattling at the window. The hound was threatening to enter.

If I was to defeat this peril I needed something more. It was a terrible battle of souls but failure was not an option. Everything was on the line and I knew it. And that’s when it happened. I can’t explain it, but as I laid there, my eyes scrunched tight, paralysed beneath the blankets, everything changed. And I knew ... the story was only half right. Yes, I must rely on the goodness within me, but I must also step forward to exercise this goodness. I knew what I had to do. I opened my eyes and sat up. It felt like madness to do it but I was determined. I threw the blankets aside and climbed out of the bed. I walked to the window. I won’t lie - doubt gripped me as I grasped the curtain, but I wasn’t turning back now. I threw back the curtain and I saw ...

Nothing.

There was nothing, except a tree scraping against the window pane; nothing, except the silence; nothing, except the blackness of night. And then for the final flourish of victory I reached for the light and flicked the switch. Now even the darkness was banished, along with my foe.

I never saw the hound but I know it was there. And now I know something else: with goodness and boldness and light, I am the more powerful.

M. P. Hedley


M. P. Hedley's debut novel The Lost Story: The Scroll of Remembrance is published by Alderway and can be purchased here for Amazon Kindle in the UK, and here for Amazon in the US. 
Follow M. P. Hedley on Twitter (@freddyhedley)
Read M. P. Hedley's blog here.