Brian Scutt's Blog - Posts Tagged "1880-s"

So, here is a short story that I'm currently working on. It's in a rough stage. Only the beginning of the initial scene is tentatively laid down. I expect many changes as I go (the girl's name has already changed from Sally, to Marry after I decided to change the story to the late Victorian era in Central New York).
I will show you the notes and framework that I created first. I use this to plant the seeds for what the story will become. After I will lay down a scene structure, most of the time it’s bad, really bad, with lots of telling rather than showing. Yikes… but later I will rework parts of it to show more of what the characters are doing and omit what I originally wrote!
This is my scaffolding and then a brief first drafted part. There will be more to come. Thanks for helping me on my journey!
P.S. I'm keeping all of the typos!

Forest around new home
Finds an old tomb, strange writing. Smells tea and cookies
Meets a friend there, seems wonderful and mythical
Enjoys tea and cookies, then realizes it is getting late, sees the sun setting and her mother callig
Feels exhausted, eats little, Parents think she is coming down with a cold
Continues visits, upon return from visits he parents begin to notice mood swings, changes in appearence(guant, frail)

Father begins to fall ill, see’s her daughter acting strangely around him (when the daughter feeds it looks like shes whispering into his ear, she looks angry when she is caught)
Asks daughter what she’s been up to, let’s out that she plays with her new friend, newfriend loves her more than they do.

Mother follows daughter next day, finds daughter being fed upon by an
ancient one.

She tries to protect her daughter, is taken by the ancient one into the tomb.
End scene, daughter taking her father by the hand to the tomb, “It’s beautiful here daddy, mommy loved it there.”

Mary cocked her head as she looked down at the now movement less body of the frog.
“Well.” She said and poked at the thing again with her stick.
The green speckled skin pushed in where the stick assaulted it, and sprang back when she removed it. She furrowed her brow and reapplied pressure. Grunting as she did so, the stick slide neatly into the skin, thick liquid and innards bursting and releasing around the stick.
“I was bored with you anyhow.”She said with an upturned nose and skipped away toward the edge of the property.