Thursday, 16 June 2016

Book Spine Poetry

A friend of mine shared a Book Spine Poetry picture on Facebook and I was hooked on the idea. I then also saw there was a stream of them under the same hashtag: #BookSpinePoetry and had to create my own.

Mine reflect the quantities of Horror I have on my shelves, and went very dark: 

Once, The Thief of Always, Haunted, The Lost, Just After Sunset

Full Dark, No stars, The eyes of the Dragon, Blaze, Misery, From a Buick 8

Nightmares & Dreamscapes, Haunted, The Bad Place, Fear Nothing, Seize The Night

Wednesday, 25 May 2016

Visual Dare - Inflated

I couldn't miss the new Visual Dare photo prompt, not when the story popped right into my head (pun intended ;) ).

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Inflated Ego 

He had a big head and he knew it. Arrogance dripped from him. All dressed up in his Armani suit, thinking it would impress everyone – knowing it would impress some. Wafting into the conference room where he wasn’t meant to be, catching everyone’s attention in the middle of her presentation. Lucy wanted to scream, but sitting in the tightly packed train it wouldn’t be a good idea. She clutched her handbag tighter and glared out of the window. She imagined her head enlarging with the pent up anger, like a balloon on the verge of bursting. Then she pictured his head like a balloon and popping it with a big, shiny needle. A smile crept into the corners of her mouth. Yes, his big fat head like a wobbly balloon, just begging to be burst. She suppressed a giggle, and the grip on her handbag loosened. 



Sunday, 20 March 2016

Visual Dare - Browsing

A 'must write for' photo prompt from Visual Dare this week, prompted an interesting tale.

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Victor opened the closet and looked at the specimens to see which one might work this time round. He had hoped for a higher success rate but they weren’t taking to the skin grafts as well as he had hoped; the blood made it slippery and less adhesive, and waiting until after ignition was proving to be too late – hence his return for a new specimen.

Victor thought about his approach: maybe he shouldn’t strip them down for storage; maybe he should consider getting a cold room and leaving them intact. It would mean missing the income from the black market organs, and risk them being identifiable.

He had spent years refining his modus operandi. Jack the Ripper was running circles round the police, who had no idea what they were doing. He needed to maintain the deflection just a little bit longer, until he could get this right. 

149 Words 



Sunday, 28 February 2016

Visual Dare - Lift


This weeks Visual Dare offered an interesting photo. This is what came to me. 

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It had taken Bethany an age to find the gateway, but once she had it, she raced into the woods, not allowing the cumbersome frame to hinder her. She knew her uncle had a wealth of curiosities in the mansion, but she hadn’t realise he’d discovered the magical realms. She’d look into it later, for now it was all about getting Rhodri out, he was so weak after years of confinement.

She stuck her head through the frame and saw him lying on the desert floor.

“Rhodri!” She screamed, knowing the sand tramps would arrive soon. Relief filled her when he pulled himself up and grasp the sheet she’d dangled through.

She pulled it up, using a tree for leverage, not satisfied until his head and shoulders cleared the edge of the frame. Then she yanked him out by his hands, until they fell on the forest floor panting. 



 

Tuesday, 9 February 2016

The Incorrectness of 'Off of'

I have returned to The Purple Pen to talk about the cringe making existence of the new 'fashionable' use of the term 'off of' in writing. It is popping up everywhere on the internet and in publications, and seems to be becoming acceptable. I am here to tell you it is NOT.

It is appearing much more in American English than British - meaning American indie authors, and American media, but I have seen it occasionally in British online media, and indie authors. I have yet to see it in any professionally published novels* - mainly because if a professional editor claps eyes on it, they will remove it post-haste! 

It derives from the same place as 'would of', 'should of' or 'could of' - or any combinations of that. Although it is more obvious that these are incorrect, that the 'of' is a substitute for 'have'.

The 'of' in 'off of' is also replacing a word, and that word is 'from'.

So let's look at some sentences:

He jumped off of the bus.

How would that sound if you wrote: He jumped off from the bus? Not quite right is it? you would take the 'from' out, wouldn't you?  

He stepped off of the kerb. Becomes: He stepped off from the kerb? I see you pulling a face and saying, maybe.

How about: He never took his eyes off of her face?  

Let's try it: He never too his eyes off from her face. It just doesn't work does it. It's not correct.

So neither is 'off of'. You should ban it from ALL your writing.

For me personally, if I read anything with it in, I stop reading, I can't continue. Yes, it bothers me THAT much.

It should bother you too.

For the history of 'Off of' and that it has actually existed for some time but fallen out of fashion over the last 50 years and no longer considered good practice, check out this blog post on The Grammarphobia Blog.  

What do you think about the use of 'off of'? Do you have any misused grammar, words or phrases that distract you when reading a piece?

*Sadly this is no longer true. Fleet imprint of Little, Brown Book Group, (UK), part of the Hatchette Group has published a novel called Lab Girl with it appearing 7 times! 

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Sunday, 7 February 2016

Visual Dare - Appearing

Almost forgot this one - the first Visual Dare prompt that invited so much. 

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He put his ear to the crack of the door, listening as they decided his future. He could hear his mother’s protests as his father insisted it was what needed to be done. His heart broke with her voice as she began to cry saying she didn’t want him sent away. But the two strangers still persisted with their argument that it would be best for him; how India wasn’t tolerant of people that looked different, certainly not from higher class families like theirs.

Then his mother’s sobs turned to rage, and a spray of insults spewed from her mouth directed at her father as much as to the strangers. They became louder as she marched to the door, flinging it open to expose him eavesdropping there. But instead of anger she showed him love, sweeping him up in her arms as she ran with him from the house.

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Visual Dare - Evacuate

The recent Visual Dare image was mind blowing. I had the opening line in my head from the second I saw it but struggled to get it on paper until today due to always being too busy!

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Jeb was sick of living in the outer-sphere, he wanted to be where the action was. But inter-galaxy living was for the highflyers not the plebs, he told himself as he inched along the highway with the other trillion outlanders, going to their predestined jobs; a tiny cog in the industrial machine that was planet farming.

He fiddled with the radio trying to intercept one of the outer-ring channels, catch a bit of the ‘in-crowd’ to cheer himself up, but all he got was static. He sighed. He’d had enough of pod living here on this air sucking planet, he wanted to be where the action was.

He stared at the spiral galaxy slowly turning in the sky ahead, his mind flicking through the possibilities. A smile crept across his face. Maybe a pleb could break out of the mould and reach the outer-limb if he had the right connections.

150 Words