Some Light Inspiration

For some light inspiration check out some of my work and effective bits and pieces I have found on the internet.

Below are a collection of my short stories, links to some of my longer work and some effective examples of openings, descriptions and ends that I found on the internet for the budding authors and screenwriters out there!

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Two Short Stories:

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Opening To An Original Short Story:

Title: Humming Bird

Everyone knew Gina Brown, the woman who lived with the humming birds, and how her beloved birds, even the one whom she had to cradle in her hands whenever the neighbor's dog barked, couldn’t halt her descent into madness. In fact, by the end of it all, it seemed that the birds had attached themselves to the very strings of her story, for they had witnessed their mother cold-bloodily stone her husband to death and bury his corpse underneath the lose floorboards of the bedroom as revenge for his affair with the cashier at the grocery store. She had found them earlier that day - her husband, stripped down to his underwear, sharing a sensual kiss with the young cashier, who with her shirt strewn across Gina’s floor revealing a sizable pair of breasts, sported a body more attractive and youthful than she could ever produce. They had even watched the next day when she pointed the gun up to the side of her head, however something had stopped her, perhaps the horrifying image of her children having to live on without their mother or simply the conclusive thought that life would have to go on.

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C:\Users\123ad\Google Drive\Luke\Humming Bird.docx

Beginning to an Original Short Story

Title: A Christmas Murder

The unsettling disappearance of Walter Ryan cast a shadow over the town, and the dark hue of it and the unease of the people only increased when the authorities found his body with a bullet hole in the forehead which only confirmed the wild conspiracies teenagers had been cooking up at the local high school; their classmate had been brutally murdered. With Christmas rapidly approaching and the first nights of snowfall upon them, the murder and the frightening fact that the killer was still on the loose drained the people of any anticipation for the holiday season, making for a disappointing Christmas. There were almost no children on the street enjoying the snow, all of them ordered by paranoid parents to stay indoors and, if outside the refuge of home, to be back well before nightfall.

But really, did they actually have much of a reason to be worried? The murder was over a week and a half ago and there hadn’t been any violent activity in that time. It seemed that the murderer had retreated back into the safety of the shadows, but with a town like Glens Falls you never know.

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First Sentences From Some of My Stories:

‘As Katya stared down at the body, her eyes looked without seeing, her body trembled without feeling, for it appeared that she was lending her body to the scene as her essence dwindled in the realms of a dark dream’.

'Hoshihoro was a cold, unforgiving place, where the Himalayan winds battered relentlessly, blood of past conflict stained the cobbled streets and the towering, silhouetted mountains overlooked a squalid settlement of slum'.

'Carl Rotterdam lived beside a forest – where there were sumptuous trees with rough, peeling bark and a sea of bronze, autumn leaves laying upon carpets of mud, crumpled repeatedly by the rodents that made their homes into the acres of ferns and the ditches that lined the silent lake with it’s dark, unmoving surface'.

'To hope is to dare to dream'.

'On March 22nd, 1916, for the first time in the war, it didn’t matter your rank, your family name or even your social class: everyone in the trenches of Northwest France heard the endless rattle of gun fire and the explosions as the sun rose to mark yet another day in hell'.