#Maydays Prompt – Fairytale Fun

fairies“There may be fairies, there may be elves, but God helps those who help themselves.”
― Stephen King, Misery

 

For today’s #maydays prompt, I might be taking Mr. King’s quote out of context a little. May your post feature a little magic, elves, fairies, whatever you like. Bonus points if you can make it a dark story that Mr. King would approve off. 🙂

Remember you can write a memory, short flash fiction, poetry or whatever may take your fancy and pingback here so that I can pop by and visit you. Don’t forget to TAG your prompt #maydays too.

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Thanks to those that lead us down an interesting path with yesterday’s #Maydays prompt:

Lost! – ladyleemanila

Maydays: Poem – Wrapped Refrain – “Choosing Your Path” #Maydays – Mandibelle16

OUT OF PLACE – ESCAPE INTO WORDS – **NEW**

#Maydays Prompt – Paths | Morpethroad

Walking Through the Woods – New2Writing

 

 

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Watch the eyes…

“Dolls turn malignant late at night. They stare at you with those glassy eyes. I won’t say they are plotting, but I can’t say they aren’t.” – Stephen King

Jessica rolled over and stared at the curtains, but that didn’t help, now she couldn’t see where they were looking or what they were doing. Giving up she turned back over. Had they moved again? She wasn’t sure, but she thought they might have. Her sister was in the next room, she could go wake her, but that would involve another discussion of how 16-year-olds should not be afraid of dolls, a discussion she would rather not have again. Jessica had suggested to her mother that they get rid of them and her mother had been horrified, the dolls had been a gift from her grandma, how could she want rid of them?

Giving up Jessica got up, turned the light on and headed straight to the dolls picking them up. Turning them over in her hands she couldn’t deny that they were beautiful. The Eskimo with her little spear and the Indian with her tomahawk, both prized possessions of the world that her grandma had passed onto her. Yet, the pale skin, glassy eyes and petite mouth seemed to mock her. Especially when the light was limited.eyes

It had started a month after her grandma had passed, she had awoken from empty dreams to what she was sure was whispering. When she rolled over in the direction of the dolls it had stopped. Putting it down to lack of sleep or a leftover dream she dismissed it and went back to sleep. Yet, it happened again the next night. Jessica searched her memory and was sure she had not been dreaming, but she couldn’t explain it and in her tired state sleep came once again. This happened every night for a few weeks, then at the height of her exhaustion stopped. Or so Jess had thought.

After a weekend of blissful sleep, Jessica began to put it behind her, laughing at herself as the sound of the whispering replayed itself occasionally in her memory. Finally, Jessica was convinced it must have been a dream.

But dreams do not move things. That had started a few nights ago. The first night Jessica had been woken up by a smashing sound, her heart pounding she had scanned the room to see her jewellery box laid smashed on the floor. She couldn’t be sure but the dolls behind seemed to have moved forward. That was the first time Jessica mentioned moving the dolls from her room, the reaction wasn’t good. A weak shelf had been blamed and the dolls moved to a higher shelf. The dolls hadn’t liked that.

Amongst Jessica’s old bears from her childhood, the dolls had looked small and fragile. Finally relaxed Jessica could once again drift back off to sleep. That night no noise had woken had and in the morning, she groggily sat up in bed with the smug satisfaction of a full nights sleep. Until she saw it. Tiny flecks of fluff littered the floor below her bedroom. As Jessica stood up she felt something touch her foot, glancing down she gulped down a scream, as the head of what was once a small Koala teddy lay touching her foot. The rest of the bear seemed to be scattered around the room. Jessica glanced up at the shelves, she couldn’t be sure but she sensed the dolls were smiling.

Now it was back to nighttime again. Jessica couldn’t help the nervous glances towards the shelves that kept her from sleeping. She was sure the dolls were moving again. Giving up, she threw the blankets off the bed and lifted the two dolls off the shelf. Should she divide them? No, she decided putting them outside her bedroom door. Closing the door quietly, she went back to bed pulled the blankets back around her and finally fell asleep.eyes

At breakfast she was quiet. Her mum and sister chatted away as normal but Jessica just listened, nodding occasionally. She had devised a plan. Her dad was coming to get her in an hour, she would take the dolls to his house, then bury them under the big ash tree in the garden. It had to work.

Her dad arrived to get her as he did each Sunday and Jessica climbed into the car dumping the backpack with the dolls and trowel into the footwell.

“We going on a hike or something?” Her dad said jokingly.

“Got studying I need to do for a test tomorrow,” Jessica replied then glanced out the window. Her dad seemed to accept this and moved off. It was quite a drive out to his house. As soon as the car was in the drive Jessica was pulling her back from the car and launching herself towards the tree.

“Wait” her dad called. “Can’t we have lunch first?”

Jessica glanced longingly at the tree. Then nodded and made her way towards the house. Her stepmom, stepbrother Danny, and Sam the dog were all excited to see her The smell of food filled the house, it appeared a full lunch had been prepared. Danny chatted eagerly at Jessica, she tried to join in but her head kept returning to her backpack in the porch with the dolls in it.

After helping clear up, she used the studying excuse and made her way from the house. Setting out the blanket she began to dig below it. The trowel was small and she wasn’t getting anywhere fast but after an hour or so the hole was finally big enough to drop them in. Her stomach clenched as she piled the dirt back onto the little dolls but eventually it was done and after stamping down the ground she lifted her backpack and blanket and made her way back indoors. She found Danny with his books on the floor, Sam close behind him. She couldn’t believe Danny was at Pre-school already, he still seemed so little to her. After a few hours playing hide and seek with her Danny and Sam, Jessica and her dad set back off for home. Smiling all the way Jessica couldn’t wait to get to bed that night.eyes

The next day coming home from school Jessica’s mobile rang. Her dad wanted to know how her test had gone. After a few blank seconds, Jessica remembered it was the excuse she had given him for the backpack. “Yup fine”. She responded non-committedly. She could hear her little brother making noise in the background.

“What’s up with Danny?” she asked.

“Oh nothing, Sam dug up some old dolls in the garden. So Danny and I are cleaning them up so they can go in his room”.

Oh no, Jess gulped and dropped the phone. Danny. 


 

My quote for this week comes from novelist Stephen King who Tweeted:

“Dolls turn malignant late at night. They stare at you with those glassy eyes. I won’t say they are plotting, but I can’t say they aren’t.”

Probably a slightly darker turn for my Writers Quote #Writer’s Quote Wednesday & #BeWoWWednesday this week, but you can always rely on Stephen King to give a bit of inspiration. After a few weeks of feeling unproductive, these prompts have given me the boost (or kick up the xxx) I needed, which is certainly helping me feel more positive. The range others post each week is so positive and creative. So, check out Colleen @  Silverthreading and Ronovan’s BEWOW for more inspirational quotes to keep you writing. 

KL ❤

 

 

Know Your History – 21st September – Stephen King born

know your history - writingOn this day… 21st September, 1947 – Stephen King born

Stephen Edwin King (born September 21, 1947) is an American author of contemporary horror, supernatural fiction, suspense, science fiction, and fantasy. His books have sold more than 350 million copies, many of which have been adapted into feature films, miniseries, television shows, and comic books. King has published 54 novels, including seven under the pen name Richard Bachman and six non-fiction books. He has written nearly 200 short stories, most of which have been collected in book collections. Many of his stories are set in his home state of Maine.

Advice On Writing

Mr King has a whole book “On Writing” and for those that haven’t read it, it’s actually really insightful. So here are a few tips of Mr Kings that I thought were quite good.

  1. Stop Watching Television. Instead, Read as Much as Possible. If you’re just starting out as a writer, your television should be the first thing to go. It’s “poisonous to creativity”, he says.
  2. Write Primarily for Yourself. You should write because it brings you happiness and fulfilment. King Says, “I did it for the pure joy of the thing. And if you can do it for the joy, you can do it forever.”s king
  3. When Writing, Disconnect From the Rest of the World. King Advises “Write with the door closed; rewrite with the door open.”
  4. Master the Art of Description. “Description begins in the writer’s imagination, but should finish in the reader’s,” writes King. The important part isn’t writing enough, but limiting how much you say.
  5. When You’re Finished Writing, Take a Long Step Back. King suggests six weeks of “recuperation time” after you’re done writing, so you can have a clear mind to spot any glaring holes in the plot or character development. He asserts that a writer’s original perception of a character could be just as faulty as the reader’s.
    King compares the writing and revision process to nature. “When you write a book, you spend day after day scanning and identifying the trees,” he writes. “When you’re done, you have to step back and look at the forest.” When you do find your mistakes, he says that “you are forbidden to feel depressed about them or to beat up on yourself. Screw-ups happen to the best of us.”

 Did You Know?..

 Stephen King wrote a musical?

 Stephen King doesn’t seem like the type of man that would write a musical, does he? But he did write one with John Mellencamp – an American rock singer-songwriter – which was called The Ghost Brothers of Darkland County. It was based on Mellencamp’s Indiana home, which came with a ghost story about three siblings who were playing in the woods when one was shot. The surviving brother and sister jumped into their car to get help, but, due to their panic, they swerved off the road and were instantly killed. The three siblings are thought to haunt the woods by Mellencamp’s home.

Review of Doctor Sleep by Stephen King

Doctor Sleep (The Shining, #2)Doctor Sleep by Stephen King

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

It will be very few that pick up this book without knowing what it is about, but for those that do, this story picks up from where the shining has left off. Danny Torrence has grown up and leads a troubled adult life. His “gift” haunts him and he has turned to drink to numb it. Eventually Danny now Dan, decides he needs to start over, he changes towns, quits the drink and takes up a job in a nursing home using his shine to help others move on. But in the calm a new evil lurks in the form of a group of travellers that feed off of those with the shine. Dan meets (or rather is shined by) a young girl Abra Stone, and it is her spectacular gift, the brightest shining ever seen, that brings Dan out of his slump. Can he keep Abra safe?
I think this novel is a great addition to the King collection. Danny has matured and advanced a lot of the book and although his story is now more thriller than horror in many aspects, this book manages to live up to its reputation – not an easy job. The plot is strong and interesting with a diverse cast of characters. The novel is easy to read and I think most people will get through it quickly.
Overall, I found this novel an exciting read from a writer that I adore. His writing style has changed and developed over the years and this isn’t the “read-with-the-lights-on-horror” anymore. Instead, this is a well thought out book with all the character flaws and complications unfolding into a fun and diverse story.

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Know Your History – 5th April – Carrie First Published

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On this day…

5th April, 1974 – Carrie first published

Carrie is an American epistolary novel and author Stephen King’s first published novel, released on April 5, 1974, with an approximate first print-run of 30,000 copies. Set in the then-future year of 1979, it revolves around the eponymous Carrietta N. “Carrie” White, a misfit and bullied high school girl who uses her newly discovered telekinetic powers to exact revenge on those who torment her, while in the process causing one of the worst local disasters in American history. King has commented that he finds the work to be “raw” and “with a surprising power to hurt and horrify.” It is one of the most frequently banned books in United States schools.

Did You Know?

King’s 1979 novel The Dead Zone mentions the book in connection with a fire at another high school prom.

For those who haven’t seen it this video of Stephen King, he is quite funny and very down to earth in it. A good watch.

Sources – Wikipedia & 9 things you probably didn’t know about Carrie (actually I didn’t use this source in the end but you might still find it interesting J)