Incomplete: Hansel and Gretel

Thursday, 16 January 2014

A partial Hansel and Gretel rewrite aimed at young adults
It had been a year. A year since their mother had died and their father had wasted no time in shacking up with his mistress. Three months was all it took for him to overcome his grief and ask the bitch to move in. Disgust and anger didn't even begin to cover what they had felt when she barged into their home, suitcases in tow, barking out orders. Their wedding was in three days and everything was falling to shit. It was three in the god damn morning and they were expected to go and collect her wedding flowers because she couldn't possibly leave the house in the middle of the night with all the big bad things that go bump in the night.

Gretel’s skeletal fingers tapped repetitively against the dashboard, her gaze fixated on nothing because there was nothing.

A/N: This could be continued. Possibly.

Top Ten Tuesday

Tuesday, 14 January 2014

Top Ten Five 2014 Debuts I'm excited for
A weekly meme from 
The Broke and the Bookish

The Murder Complex by Lindsay Cummings
An action-packed, blood-soaked, futuristic debut thriller set in a world where the murder rate is higher than the birthrate. For fans of Moira Young’s Dust Lands series, La Femme Nikita, and the movie Hanna.

Meadow Woodson, a fifteen-year-old girl who has been trained by her father to fight, to kill, and to survive in any situation, lives with her family on a houseboat in Florida. The state is controlled by The Murder Complex, an organization that tracks the population with precision.

The plot starts to thicken when Meadow meets Zephyr James, who is—although he doesn’t know it—one of the MC’s programmed assassins. Is their meeting a coincidence? Destiny? Or part of a terrifying strategy? And will Zephyr keep Meadow from discovering the haunting truth about her family?

Salvage by Alexandra Duncan
Her life is a shadow of a life. Her future is not her own to fashion. Her family is a tangle of secrets. She cannot read. She cannot write. But she is Parastrata Ava, the Captain's eldest daughter, the so girl of a long-range crewe—her obligations are grave and many.

And when she makes a mistake, in a fragrant orchard of lemons, the consequences are deadly.

There are some who would say, there but for the Mercies go I. There are some who would say Parastrata Ava is just a silly earthstruck girl who got what was coming to her.

But they don't know the half of it.

Nil by Lynne Matson
On the mysterious island of Nil, the rules are set. You have one year. Exactly 365 days--to escape, or you die.

Seventeen-year-old Charley doesn’t know the rules. She doesn’t even know where she is. The last thing she remembers is blacking out, and when she wakes up, she’s lying naked in an empty rock field.

Lost and alone, Charley finds no sign of other people until she meets Thad, the gorgeous leader of a clan of teenage refugees. Soon Charley learns that leaving the island is harder than she thought . . . and so is falling in love. With Thad’s time running out, Charley realizes that to save their future, Charley must first save him. And on an island rife with dangers, their greatest threat is time.

Dark Days by Kate Ormand
The future world has been divided into sectors--each the same as the other. Surrounded by thick steel fences, there is no way in and no way out. Yet a cyborg army penetrates each sector, picking off its citizens one by one, until no one is left. Behind the sectors' thick walls, the citizens wait to die. Few will be chosen to survive what's coming; the rest will be left behind to suffer. A new world has been created, and its rulers are incredibly selective on who will become a citizen. They want only those with important roles in society to help create a more perfect future.

Sixteen-year-old Sia lives in one of the sectors as part of a family that is far too ordinary to be picked to live. According to the digital clock that towers high above her sector, she has only fifteen days to live. Sia has seen the reports and knows a horrific death is in store for her, but she is determined to make the most of her final days. Sia refuses to mourn her short life, instead promising herself that she'll stay strong, despite being suffocated by her depressed mother and her frightened best friend. Just when Sia feels more alone than ever, she meets Mace, a mysterious boy. There is something that draws Sia to him, despite his dangerousness, and together, they join a group of rebels and embark on an epic journey to destroy the new world and its machines, and to put an end to the slaughter of innocent people.

Dear Killer by Katherine Ewell Rule One—Nothing is right, nothing is wrong.
Rule Two—Be careful.
Rule Three—Fight using your legs whenever possible, because they’re the strongest part of your body. Your arms are the weakest.
Rule Four—Hit to kill. The first blow should be the last, if at all possible.
Rule Five—The letters are the law.

Kit takes her role as London’s notorious “Perfect Killer” seriously. The letters and cash that come to her via a secret mailbox are not a game; choosing who to kill is not an impulse decision. Every letter she receives begins with “Dear Killer,” and every time Kit murders, she leaves a letter with the dead body. Her moral nihilism and thus her murders are a way of life—the only way of life she has ever known.

But when a letter appears in the mailbox that will have the power to topple Kit’s convictions as perfectly as she commits her murders, she must make a decision: follow the only rules she has ever known, or challenge Rule One, and go from there.

Katherine Ewell’s Dear Killer is a sinister psychological thriller that explores the thin line between good and evil, and the messiness of that inevitable moment when life contradicts everything you believe.

Writing Prompt: ‘Please, I can’t die like this.’

Saturday, 11 January 2014

‘Please, I can’t die like this,’ she muttered again and again; her large body shaking under the weight of her fear. She had never meant it. It had been a stupid mistake, an idiotic decision. But this was a scene out of a horror film. Lain out like a star on the ground, iron manacles attached to her ankles and wrists, pulling her limbs further and further apart with each hour that passed.

No one knew that she was here. No one. She had few friends, never even been in love. If she died today she’d have never experienced love. What sort of pathetic life was this? Never felt the touch of a man, the feel of his lips working against her own; only ever having the pity of drifting souls on the internet for company. Death would surely be a welcoming change? An end to this pathetic existence. But she didn’t want to die. Not yet. Not like this.

She screamed, high and shrill, pain bursting through her body like a shotgun; the metallic blade piercing the skin of her thighs again and again. This was a game and this was only the beginning.

She had stolen an opportunity and was going to die because of it. In the most painful way humanly possible.

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