The Writer’s Christmas Pt8

December 18, 2009

Laura entered the jewellery store, a small bell above the door ringing as it opened. She glanced around at the items for sale, the golden rings studded with diamonds, the silver necklaces with rubies and sapphires.

Can I help you? a female shop assistant appeared by Laura.

What? Oh, no thank you. Im just looking. Laura replied.

The assistant nodded. Looking for a Christmas present?

Kind of, Laura replied. My friend and I had an argument, so Im trying to find the perfect present for her.

Right, the assistant said thoughtfully, brushing a strand of long black hair from her eyes. Well, were having a sale at the moment, all items over there, she said pointing over behind her, are thirty percent off. Perhaps you could try there?

Thank you. Laura headed to the area of the store the shop assistant had suggested. She browsed through the necklaces – gold ones, silver with emeralds, pearls – a huge variety. Laura studied each and everyone of them, looking for the perfect gift. But none were perfect. Too cheap. Jenny didnt like gold. Jenny hated green – emeralds wouldnt do.

Suddenly, she found it. It was perfect. Silver. Diamonds and sapphires. It wasnt cheap. It was –

Nine hundred dollars! Laura yelped, looking at the price tag. The shop assistant and the other four customers looked in her direction. Blushing, Laura looked back at the necklace. It was still nine hundred dollars. With the discount. Laura groaned. I dont make that in a week, she muttered to herself. She glanced around the rest of the area. Nothing was under one grand.

Its okay, Laura, she mumbled to herself. Keep looking. Something cheaper will show up…”

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The Writer’s Christmas Pt7

December 17, 2009

Jenny stormed out of the library, clutching her small bags. She walked quickly onto the footpath, and down the street.

Tears stung at her eyes, but she wiped them away, determined not to cry. Stupid Laura! How could she?! This is all her fault! He bag began to feel heavy, so she paused at a bin, and grabbed Kiss and Kill, Tims short story which she had read over the week. She chucked it angrily in the bin, before grabbing out two copies of her latest short story. Both had been for Laura and Tim, but now, they werent needed. She tossed them as well.

Bloody Tim. Who does he think he is? Now that Im published, Ive been thinking, and Ive decided that my publisher wouldnt like me meeting with you here. Because Id be giving away my skills. Ridiculous!

She arrived at ABC Books, and entered. Warmth immediately enveloped her body, and she sighed with comfort. She went to look at her book, which was located halfway down the store, when her eye caught a familiar book cover. The green background depicted a hideous corpse, and the golden word Headless stood out at her. Tims name was printed below the title.

Jenny gasped, and involuntarily dropped her bag. Shock turned to rage, and letting out an angry yell, turned and fled the store, filled with anger.


The Writer’s Christmas Pt6

December 16, 2009

Monday quickly came around, Jenny refusing to talk to Laura, and Laura was soon trudging slowly up the library steps for the critique group. In her mind, she replayed how her sorry speech would go. She would apologise, offer to destroy her novel, Jenny would forgive her, and they would both make up.

Laura entered the library, smiling briefly at the librarian. She hurried to her table, where Jenny both sat at alone at the small square table. Laura hurried up to her.

Jenny can I talk to you?

Talk aall you want, I doubt Ill listen.

Look, Jenny, Im sorry. I really am.

Humph.

I mean it. I guess I just didnt realise how similar our stories are.

Apparently, Jenny replied sarcastically.

Can we be friends?

Silence.

Ill Ill get rid of my manuscript! Start fresh on something completely different!

Youd have to do a lot more than that.

Without warning, Tim arrived, sitting down between Jenny and Laura. Afternoon ladies. Jenny grunted in reply, and Laura smiled sadly at him.

Ive, uh, got something to tell you, Tim continued quietly. Now that Im published, Ive been thinking, and Ive decided that my publisher wouldnt like me meeting with you here. Because Id be giving away my skills.

Jenny snorted in reply. Tim ignored her, and went on, therefore, and Im sorry, but I wont, uh, be coming to these critique sessions and more.

Laura looked up at him, eyes wide. You mean youre quitting?

Tim swallowed. Uh, yes, Im afraid. Dont worry, we can still meet during the week.

Jenny stood up. Thats fine with me. I dont think I should come either. Little sneaks might take my ideas! With that, she collected her belongings and stormed off.

Uh, well, glad I got that over with, Tim said. See you round then. Tim left also.

Laura was left sitting at the desk, alone. Her bottom lip trembled, her eyes watered. She tried to hold back tears, but no luck. They burst out, and with a loud sob, started crying.


The Writer’s Christmas Pt5

December 15, 2009

Okay, I feel better, Jenny said as Laura walked her down the street. I was just a little shocked, thats all.

Laura nodded, Come to my apartment, Ill get you something to drink. Its just around the corner. They walked quickly through the cold air, and soon arrived at Lauras apartment. Laura entered, Jenny following, and entered a waiting elevator. Laura pushed the button 14, and the doors closed.

Im sure it was a mistake, Laura said. Youre book will be up at the front again in no time.

Yeah, Jenny said thoughtfully. What would the silly assistant know anyway? He isnt a writer. He wouldnt know a good book if it bit him in the bum. The two fell silent, until the elevator arrived at Lauras level, and the two girls exited. Laura unlocked her door, and showed Jenny in.

Here, you sit on the couch, and Ill get us something, she said, walking to the kitchen. Jenny sat down on the small couch, looking around the room. Three couches were positioned in a horseshoe shape, around a coffee table. The horseshoe opened up to the front entrance, while on the left side of the horseshoe was the kitchen. To the right of the horseshoe, a large oak bookshelf sat stuffed with nearly 100 books.

Would you like a hot chocolate? Laura called out.

Uh, yes, thanks! Jenny replied. She turned her attention to the coffee table. In the centre, a large pile of paper sat. Jenny picked it up carefully. The top page was just about blank, only a few words were written on it. I Love You, a novel. Lauras name sat below it.

Jenny gasped. It was Lauras manuscript. The one she let no one see. Checking to see that Laura wasnt returning, Jenny flicked to the next page. The words Plot Overview headed the page. Jenny scanned through it, suddenly growing angry as she read each sentence. She stole my idea! Bitch! She copied me! She copied my first novel! Jenny went through a mental checklist. A girl is attacked. Check, same as mine. The criminal is caught, and sent to jail. Again, check. Criminal is sentenced to death. Check! Girl falls in love with criminal. Check!

What are you doing? Laura asked, entering the lounge with a tray of hot chocolate. Oh, you found my novel.

Jenny glared at her. It sounds a lot like my first novel, Love at Last Sight!

Lauras face went red. Well, I did kind of have some inspiration. But just a little bit!

Jenny shook her head. You are so unbelievable! How could you? How could you? Jenny stood up, and marched to the door. Youre pathetic, Jenny hissed, and slammed thee door closed.

Laura stood in shock, tears forming in her eyes. But, I made hot chocolate, she managed to mutter, before breaking down and crying.


The Writer’s Christmas Pt4

December 14, 2009

Monday quickly came around, Jenny refusing to talk to Laura, and Laura was soon trudging slowly up the library steps for the critique group. In her mind, she replayed how her sorry speech would go. She would apologise, offer to destroy her novel, Jenny would forgive her, and they would both make up.

Laura entered the library, smiling briefly at the librarian. She hurried to her table, where Jenny both sat at alone at the small square table. Laura hurried up to her.

Jenny can I talk to you?

Talk aall you want, I doubt Ill listen.

Look, Jenny, Im sorry. I really am.

Humph.

I mean it. I guess I just didnt realise how similar our stories are.

Apparently, Jenny replied sarcastically.

Can we be friends?

Silence.

Ill Ill get rid of my manuscript! Start fresh on something completely different!

Youd have to do a lot more than that.

Without warning, Tim arrived, sitting down between Jenny and Laura. Afternoon ladies. Jenny grunted in reply, and Laura smiled sadly at him.

Ive, uh, got something to tell you, Tim continued quietly. Now that Im published, Ive been thinking, and Ive decided that my publisher wouldnt like me meeting with you here. Because Id be giving away my skills.

Jenny snorted in reply. Tim ignored her, and went on, therefore, and Im sorry, but I wont, uh, be coming to these critique sessions and more.

Laura looked up at him, eyes wide. You mean youre quitting?

Tim swallowed. Uh, yes, Im afraid. Dont worry, we can still meet during the week.

Jenny stood up. Thats fine with me. I dont think I should come either. Little sneaks might take my ideas! With that, she collected her belongings and stormed off.

Uh, well, glad I got that over with, Tim said. See you round then. Tim left also.

Laura was left sitting at the desk, alone. Her bottom lip trembled, her eyes watered. She tried to hold back tears, but no luck. They burst out, and with a loud sob, started crying.


The Writer’s Christmas Pt3

December 13, 2009

As it turned out, fifteen minutes wasnt plenty. They were only half way through critiquing He Kissed Me when 5:30PM arrived.

Thats all we have time for, Tim announced. Its my turn now, so I thought you girls could read over Kiss and Kill for me for next week. He handed out two copies of the twelve page story. Its a bit of a romance as well, you know, because you both prefer it.

Laura looked through the pages. Ew. Did you have to have bugs coming out of the corpse?

Tim ignored the question, and continued, And, uh, as you two know, Wednesday is the release date of my novel, Headless. I was wondering if you guys could come down to ABC Books with me, on Wednesday at 9:00AM?

Of course, Laura replied. Its so exciting, have two published authors in the critique group with me. I must be next!

How is your novel going, by the way? Tim asked.

Oh, its coming along. I finished the draft on Friday, so Im beginning to edit it.

Cool, Jenny said. I could have a look over it, if youd like?

Sure, Laura squealed. Youre going to love it!


The Writer’s Christmas Pt2

December 12, 2009

Youre late. Tim said curtly.

Im sorry. Jenny apologised to the other two members of their small critique group. She looked at Tim, then Laura, both who were glaring at her. I just popped in to see my book.

You always look at your books! Laura complained. Its become a routine excuse. Look at the time! Only twenty minutes left.

You mean fifty.

You forgot, havent you? Tim said. Today were only going for half an hour.

Im sorry, Jenny repeated. We can go overtime, if youd like.

We cant. Tim said. Ive got a meeting with my publisher at six, and Laura has a date.

Oh. Well, lets get started, Jenny said, sitting down. This week, Ive been working on your suggestions, Tim, for He Stole My Heart. If you like, you can take a look at it. She passed the six-page manuscript to him. He looked through it, pushing his long, light brown hair out of his eyes, and stroking his small beard slightly.

Jenny, Laura said. I wrote a new story, and I was wondering if you could look at it.

Sure, Jenny replied, glad her lateness was off the subject. Laura passed her the short story, and Jenny leafed through it casually. Its a horror, Laura explained.

Jenny looked up at Laura. Laura, this main character, Lara, sounds a bit like you. Big brown eyes, blonde hair done up in a ponytail. Dont you think? Laura blushed. I was having some trouble coming up with inspiration for the main character.

Ah. Jenny nodded. Why exactly did you choose horror this time? You usually write romance.

Laura blushed again, going red with embarrassment. Well, you told me to try experimenting with different genres.

Yes, but why horror? Youre so timid, you cant even watch parodies of horror movies.

I thought, maybe Tim could read it. Hes a master of horror. Thats why hes going to be published, Laura explained.

Anyway, Tim said, looking up, I thought we might get on with the time. From last Monday, we all read Lauras romance, He Kissed Me, so, well talk about it now. Better hurry though. We have fifteen minutes left.

Itll be all the time we need. fifteen minutes is plenty. Jenny said.