Some snippets

[bookaddict43]

One of the non-Firefly things I did at the recent Star fest con was a writing workshop.

The idea behind the workshop was simple -

The facilitators supplied us with 5 elements we had to use in a story. We drew these from a hat. There would be a opening line, a location, a persona, an item and an action.

My five elements were -

I should have run when I saw the cougar

A newspaper reporter

A smoking gun

A medieval castle

a startling confession

I ended up writing 2 pieces. One just a drabble, the other longer and here they are as is,no corrections

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Fic one

I should have run when I saw the cougar, but as a newspaper reporter; I needed to get my story.

I was just a newbie at the paper, and had so far been stuck in the fashion section for the past month. Fashion was so not where I was at. I owned no makeup, and my wardrobe consisted of jeans & t-shirts. The jeans weren't even brand-name jeans. They usually came from Wal-Mart or a thrift shop. The other people knew all about their craft. They knew which colour to match with what; and knew Jimmy Cho's from (some other brand of shoe?).

I cared about news. It didn't have to be earth shattering news; like a local politician caught with a smoking gun, but it had to have substance and interest people at least.

My brother accused me of being an optimist and having impossible ideals when it came to people; but I liked to hope. And that was what had taken me to this incongruous medieval castle in the Colorado mountains.

Over the last few years stories had begun to circulate about both the castle and its owners.

The grandiose building, think Ludwig the Mad's castles in Bavaria, had been built way back in 1880 by the Freemont family. Members of the family had lived there ever since; their reputation for mad, bad and unscrupulous behaviour growing through the years.

The current incumbent was rumoured to have done away with several girls over the years and now talk was surfacing of their ghosts being seen in the vicinity of the castle.

I didn't believe in either the ghosts or the murders. My doubts were because, in addition to my yearning to be a real newspaper reporter, I had a crush a mile wide on the current Freemont bad guy.

Yes, it's a startling confession I know, but Brad Freemont was fascinating to me.

I was always a sucker for brooding, misunderstood guys with muscles. Which Brad had in abundance. And although he never cared what people thought of him, I was determined to prove his innocence. Which was why I was currently lying flat in the undergrowth nervously watching as the cougar passed me by.

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Second fic

I should've run when I saw the cougar, but as my smoking gun testified, I'd run out of bullets.

I couldn't believe that that I was in this predicament and wondered how my newspaper reporter friend would report my death.

As the medieval castle loomed in the distance, I hoped my sacrifice had been worth it and the startling confession I had obtained would bring about the defeat of my enemies.

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Comments

[romanceguru.livejournal.com]

I was always a sucker for brooding, misunderstood guys with muscles.

*giggles* I wonder who else we know who might fit that description?

Very interesting! Putting all those odd themes together seems difficult, but you pulled it off.

[bookaddict43.livejournal.com]

I wonder who else we know who might fit that description? I wonder? *grins*