A tutorial by M. Alice Chown
If, like me, you have stories lying around gathering virtual dust on your hard drive, why not send them out to a publisher? You have nothing to lose. A couple of years ago, I attended the launch of an annual Canadian short story anthology, called Tesseracts 10. I knew one of the authors whose speculative fiction piece had been included in the book. Matthew Johnson and I had taken the same creative writing course. Our former prof, author, Robert Sawyer, was there at the launch too, as well as the editors of the anthology. Those who had contributed a story to Tesseracts 10 took turns saying a few words about their piece. Matt talked about his joy at learning that after so many rejections his humble tale about soup of all things had made it into print. Most surprising to me, however, were the words of the pretty, brunette author. She was just 19, a University of Toronto student, and her short story had been her very first
Should I be happy?
Should I be sad?
Should I cry a litre of tears?
Should I laugh for falling for him?
Should I be mad at myself?
Will my chest hurt again?
Will the time stop once more if I look in his eyes?
I tried to forget about him after all these years, I really did!
I tried loving someone else but it felt like it wasn't right.
My mind forgot about him but a piece of myself and my heart wasn't able to move on.
I thought it was a merely obsession but it wasn't!
What should I do? Tell me!
Now that he is standing a feet away from me, why is he wearing a surprised look on his face filled with mixed emotions?
Why is my feet rooted in this spot while he is walking towards me?
Why can't my eyes leave his?
Will he still remember me after all these years even if it's only my name?
Should I forgive him for befriending me and suddenly disappearing?
No! Don't come any closer! But my voice won't come out.
He called my name. I
Male♂Merida/Reader one-shot - Faerie Tale
(Merida - Meridd)
"Faster, Angus!" Meridd yelled out as he ushered forwards his horse to go faster through the vast woodland forest. Angus leaned forwards and picked up his speed and the two now appearing to look like a black and orange blur through the woods where Meridd usually practiced his archery by himself. Meridd took up his bow and arrow and pointed at a tree in the distance as the rode on. Sticking his tongue out to side as he concentrated, he shot out the arrow that wisp through the air and hit targeted tree dead on. "Yes! Got it!" He grinned at his small victory and began shooting off more arrows at more trees in the distance, he never missed one shot. "Too easy!" He laughed in triumph and began tugging on the reins to slow down Angus down to a trot.
Taking a deep breath of the crisp natural air of the outdoors, he ran a hand large calloused hand through hi