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Writing Tips:
● Much fiction starts with a memory— a person, a problem, tension, fear, conflict that
resonates with you and grows in your mind, and this idea can become your story.
● You can create characters based off people you know— Brainstorming interesting,
quirky, inspiring, influential people and mix and match their looks, ages, genders, traits,
voices, tics, habits, characteristics. The resulting character will be a mixture of those.
● Set the scene— Again using places you know and altering/editing them is a good way
to go.
● Get the action going— Plunge your main character into terrible trouble as soon as
possible. (That trouble will mean something different depending on your genre. For a
thriller it might be life-threatening. For a romance it might mean choosing between two
suitors.)
My Original Short Story
It was Tuesday when the man in the hat arrived at the apartment, and the sun was just beginning
to set on the horizon. His hat was tilted to hide his face from the camera that the man knew was at the
entrance of the apartment, hidden behind a gutter. The man entered the apartment, the smell of death
meeting his nose immediately, a smell that he had grown used to over the past 12 years. Suddenly,
shriek pierced the man’s ears, and he quickly walked over to the kitchen and opened the lower middle
cabinet door. There, before his eyes, was a woman tied tightly with iron chains to ensure she would
not escape. The man proceeded to pull a roll of duct tape from his left pocket and put it over the
woman’s mouth to keep her from screaming again. He then firmly shut the cabinet door, stood up, and
paced over to the table where he sat down to enjoy a nice cup of medium roast Colombian coffee.
next to me. I watched the man move through the apartment building, and in the eerie hallway I could see the door frames moving
menacingly. I noticed blood smeared on the walls and terror gripped me. I could see the paintings moving, eyes following me.
Screaming- I could hear a deafening shriek. The man walked over to the kitchen and bent down to open a cabinet. There was- was- a girl
in the cabinet. She was tied up! I couldn’t make out her face. Who was she? Everything was blurry. The man pulled what looked like a
sock out of his pocket, then I couldn’t see again. Coffee. The next thing I saw was the man drinking coffee. He gulped down an
especially long sip before his gleaming evil eyes stared right at me. I had to run! Had to get out! Why wouldn't my feet move? The last
thing I saw was the man rushing towards my face with a roll of duct tape. NO NO NO! “What a lovely afternoon” a horrible voice
set 90 degrees to the horizon. His hat was tilted at a 40 degree angle to hide his face from the camera that the man knew was 10
inches from the entrance of the apartment, hidden behind a gutter that was on the right side of the house approximately 6 feet left
of the man. The man walked up three steps, turned the key once in the door, and entered the apartment, the smell of death meeting
his nose immediately, a smell that he had grown used to over the past 12 years and 3 months. Suddenly, a shriek that had to be
approximately 95 decibels loud pierced the man’s ears, and he quickly walked 6 steps over to the kitchen and opened the lower
middle cabinet door. There, before his eyes, was a woman tied tightly 3 times with iron chains to ensure she would not escape. The
man proceeded to pull one roll of black duct tape from his left pocket and taped over the woman’s mouth to keep her from
screaming again. The whole ordeal only took 30.74 seconds, the man noted, glancing at his apple watch placed perfectly on the
center of his wrist. He then firmly shut the cabinet door, stood up, and paced 6 steps back to the dark oak table where he sat down
to enjoy a nice cup of medium roast Colombian coffee which he made sure to place exactly in the center of the table. Everything
been just beginning to set, or was it actually rising? His hat was tilted to hide his face from the camera that the man thought might be at the
entrance of the apartment, hidden behind a gutter or maybe a window frame. The man entered the apartment… he didn’t remember why, but a
horrible smell that had smelled similar to death met his nose immediately… or at least he thought he smelled it. He didn’t know why but the
smell seemed familiar to the man like he had smelled it over the past 12 years. Then, if he could remember correctly, what sounded like a
shriek pierced the man’s ears, and he didn’t know why but he felt the need to walk over to the kitchen and open the lower middle cabinet door.
He thought he saw… no he couldn’t have. Before his eyes, there might have been a woman tied tightly with iron chains… possibly to ensure
she would not escape. Why was she there? Was she there? Maybe the cabinet was empty? He didn’t know why but he might have
remembered pulling a roll of duct tape from his left pocket. Or was it his right pocket? Did he bring the tape at all? He might have put it over the
woman’s mouth to keep her from screaming again, but he wasn't sure if he did. He wasn't sure if she was there. He then firmly shut the cabinet
door, stood up, and paced over to the table or maybe it was the desk? He felt a sharp pain in his head before his vision went white. When the
man came to, he was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee… wait no… tea. The man shook his head, trying to remember where he was, but
he could no longer remember anything from the past 24 hours. He looked out the window and saw the sun shining. What a lovely afternoon.
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time. They watched as the man on tape enjoyed a nice cup of medium roast Colombian coffee after pacing over to the
table from the kitchen where he firmly shut the cabinet door. They knew he had been at the cabinet because they had
watched him pull duct tape from his left pocket and put it over the woman’s mouth to keep her from screaming again.
They rewinded the tape again, and there before the man, was a woman tied tightly with iron chains to ensure she would
not escape. The man in the hat had quickly walked over to the kitchen and opened the lower middle cabinet door after
hearing a sudden shriek from the girl when he had entered the apartment. It was interesting because the man entered
the building with his hat tilted to hide his face like he had known that there was a camera at the entrance of the
apartment, hidden behind a gutter. They could see on the tape that the sun had been setting when the man arrived at
the apartment. It had been Tuesday when the investigators found the camera footage, and they had yet to find the man
in the hat.
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