A short story is essentially a short prose of creative writing intended to captivate the reader into one single theme. To cut a long story short, they are an invented story to capture the readers’ attention—immediately. These brief fictional pieces of creative literature can transform the readers mood.
Short Stories are regarded in the publishing world as fictional narratives. An author will often thrust the main character into trouble immediately, to capture the readers’ interest. A sense of curiosity will gradually lead them through a variety of unforeseen circumstances until finally, the story begins to unfold. The best short stories can have you in suspense right to the very end—before—revealing the—outcome.
A Short Story
Emelia had not quite finished reading a short story, when her parents called for her to come at once, ‘What is it?’ She asked throwing the book on top of an organised row of novels.
‘It’s Paul—’ her mother cried up to her, ‘he’s had a nasty accident.’
‘An—accident?’ Emelia repeated anxiously running down the stairs.
The Awakening by Kate Chopin, was not at all amused by the scruffy paperback being thrown upon her, and instantly complained, ‘How dare you disturb me from trying to sleep.’
‘O I’m so, so sorry,’ replied the Short story.
‘You don’t belong up here with us novels, you know?’ The Awakening retorted.
‘Well, you’re merely a short fictional piece of nonsense—aren’t you?’ She said shuffling uncomfortably from the weight of him.
Then the Silence of the lambs by Thomas Harris, quietly growled and threatened to eat the short story, if he did not quieten down.
Short story was not feeling very well and wriggled uncomfortably, ‘It’s not my fault.’
‘Honestly! could you just keep still—do you not realise how long I’ve been trying to fall asleep?’ Snapped the Awakening.
‘Insomnia,’ growled the Silence of the lambs. ‘Cursed she is, by the hand that created her.’
‘Well, at least I’m not a cannibalistic hardback!’
‘Look, I’m sorry—but I’m sure I won’t be here much longer,’ interrupted Short story.
‘Not, if I can get hold of your flimsy, sp–sp–sp–sp . . . little papers, you won’t,’ hissed the Silence of the lambs.
Suddenly the door flew open and Emelia rushed in, grabbed the short story and rushed back out again, leaving the door wide open.
Later that evening, when Emelia was sitting in front of the fire, reading the short story, to her brother Paul, who was nursing a broken leg she noticed holes in the corner of the pages.
Paul was amazed such a book existed and exclaimed, ‘You must throw it straight into the fire, it’s full of bookworm.’
Emelia, shuddered with dread and instantly threw the book into the fire.
The Awakening’s slowly over time fell into a very deep sleep, and not one sound was ever heard again from the Silence of the lambs—ever.
Original short story by AI Moffat
Illustrations by justanemotion.com
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