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Iwas so impressed by the submissions to the Spindlers Writing Contestthat I had an idea: how about we work on a short story together?!
Here'show it will work... today I'm going to post the opening paragraph ofa middle grade story. You guys will have a week to submit your ideasfor the next 200 words of the story to laurenoliverbooks@gmail.com.I'll pick the one I think works the best, post it...and then we'llkeep repeating the process!
Occasionally,I might put some of my own writing into the story, or give you aspecific feedback if I think the story is faltering or needs moreaction or more context or whatever. We'll aim for a FULL story, ofabout 5,000 words, that makes SENSE. This will bea real collaboration:a group narrative that we all shape together.
I'mreally excited about this! Who's with me? Read the first paragraphbelow.... and let me know what happens next! And as always, pleasekeep it to 200 words! And make sure to get it in by July 6th!
MollyLampart's 12th birthday was much like every other day, only moreboring: first tea with the governess and a posed photograph with herparents, then a procession of girls who giggled and brought chinadolls wrapped in pink paper, despite the fact that Molly hated pinkand that most of her dolls ended up dissected for medical researchpurposes. There was no sneaking out the door to climb trees in thenarrow, well-tended backyard, or hanging out her window hollering atthe trains steaming into the station two blocks away, or helpingTabby chase rats from the cellar.
Itwas a day to be quickly forgotten, except for one thing:
OnMolly's 12th birthday, just as evening was starting to turn the skythe exact color pink Molly particularly despised, the emerald trainarrived, seemingly out of nowhere.
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