Fiction Short Story
Harvey: Writers Should Never Ignore A Character.
Harvey sat in the waiting room clutching the flyer that had been pushed through his door only an hour ago. He hardly ever took note of mail that found its way through his letter box, but this one felt different, it had no flashy offers or huge wording that stood out to capture the imagination. Instead the paper was a pastel green just like the walls around him and in the centre in small bold print read: Dear Mr Harvey, we have summoned you to attend our writers convention at midnight tonight. Bring your published book and novel in writing don’t be late. Along the bottom was an address he had never heard of before, but he felt compelled to go and find out just what was going on? Maybe they were the fans of his latest novel When girls took over the world? After he had packed his bag and shoved his latest novel that felt more of a ball of stress than a best seller into his bag, fed his cat Lazybones and he walked out into the night.
Now he sat here waiting for someone to tell him why he was here. Just as he was about to call it a night and go home a door swung open and a long arm poked through the gap.
“MR HARVEY THIS WAY NOW!” yelled a voice while the finger beckoned him closer. He stood, walking slowly trying to remember where he had heard that voice before. He paused. Did he really want to enter the room not knowing what was on the other side? He looked towards the exit just as the long arm wrapped around his wrist and pulled him inside.
Lucy: When Characters Get Ignored.
Lucy stared at Mr Harvey as he rubbed his eyes and looked at her and then slapped his cheeks like he was punishing himself. It was rather annoying her now as she grabbed his wrists and tugged him towards his seat at the other end of the table. She thought he looked rather worn out with his hairy chin and sunken black eyes. But she didn’t feel the least bit sorry for the man she had picked to tell her story for he had ignored her wishes, changed her lovely pink hair to brown and made the only power she never had but he wanted her to, yes he so wanted her to have long arms that could reach high places and play tricks on people.
Lucy remembered the selection process before she had chosen Mr Harvey to be her writer to take into her world and give him her all. It had been a sunny day in muse land and all the muses who represent the writers down below had come to pitch their talents and wait until one of us decided to open the door and let the muse and her or his writers inside.
Lucy had been lost to know who to pick, she had only just turned eighteen, her mother had warned her to pick the muse that was most interested in her or the writer would put her story on the back burner and she would be waiting a life time for it to reach the land of the humans. So when she had met Mr Harvey’s muse, a beautiful woman who had told her about his last adventure and how his talent was really bringing the characters story to life just as the character wants it to be, she had jumped at the chance to show him all. That was two years ago, now she looked at him sitting there. She had so much she wanted to say. So much she wanted to teach him before her godmother Harry zapped her back to her world, where she would suffer Harvey’s changes and neglect as he put his own wants over anything she said or did.
Harvey: Seeing One’s Characters In Public Is A Scary Thing.
Harvey couldn’t believe his eyes as Lucy let go of his arms and he faced her at the far end of a long table. He had felt so excited the day she had came into his mind and began to show him her world full of magic and super human people. For a while he had skipped along happily writing about her life, her home and friends. She had been very open with him and he loved those sort of characters who made writing so easy and fun. But then he met a few other writers in a bar one night who had told him to “Take control of her and make her into his dream character. “
At first he had not done this; never in his writing had he put his own wants before those of his characters. Then, one night, he did. He began to ignore her screams of terror as he gave her powers, killed off her best friend and made her live in the middle of nowhere. He knew she wasn’t happy, she had haunted his dreams threatening to kill him in his sleep so he would never wake if he didn’t change everything back to the way it was. But he didn’t care, he kept telling himself that ‘she wasn’t real, She was powerless compared to him’ Now he could clearly see he was wrong as his knee banged against the underside of the table, he wondered just what she was about to do to him?
“Lucy what do you want from me?” he called to her. His voice echoed around the room.
Lucy: Characters Have Powers.
“You know what I want, my life back. But I guess you’ll ignore me again. Won’t you!” She yelled at him, she had thought long and hard about what to do next. That was when Harry, her fairy godmother, told her he could send her to the human world but by morning he would have to bring her body back.
“I’m sorry you feel I ignored you, how can I make it better?” he asked, his eyes looked wide with fright as he tapped his fingers on the table. Lucy tilted her head and decided to use the power that this writer had refused to write about, she placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled herself so her furry face was inches from his.
“Sorry, I can’t hear you,” she whispered as her soul swapped places with him. She watched as her old body jumped from her seat and twirled around the room. Harvey screamed like a girl and she wondered if now he really felt what it was like not to be yourself? To have powers your body couldn’t cope with? She looked down at herself and shrugged, this body might not be hers, but she knew in her true story she swapped places with the evil lord just before he killed her town. So, to her, this was no different at least now she could follow her own path. The clock on the wall chimed six times as her body disappeared and she pulled open Harvey’s bag ready to write her true story.
Today is the last stop of Finding Destiny’s tour. So I thought I would say ‘thank you’ with a short story I wrote not long before starting the tour and being in-between writing my novels. A huge thank you to the ‘The Book Mistress tours’ for hosting me and to all of the blog stops who have hosted me and my book. It has been a lovely first experience doing a blog tour. Also a massive thank-you to all who have followed, commented, re-tweeted your support has meant a lot to me.