Short Story: Bloody Ever After

WARNING! RATING 12 DUE TO VIOLENCE

Running down the dark alleyway was the only way out I could see. My feet landed heavy on the gravel underneath me and I kept running, my satchel swinging into my side. I could hear heavy breathing behind me, following me at every turn. I found my way onto the main street, but even still I couldn’t recognise where I was going. Drumming in my chest, my heart kept trying to escape my chest with how loud and hard it drummed against my rib cage. Looking round me I saw no one nearby. I knew it was late, but how late I had no idea. I couldn’t stop to check my phone and see the time. They would catch up to me if I did.

My vision starts to blur together, but I can’t tell if it’s out of fear or because my eyes are welling up with tears or because of something that might be in my system. I tried to keep moving, but I was grabbed from behind and yanked into another alley. I was thrown further into the alley and I could see the man facing me was about six foot two inches. He was well-built and athletic. He had styled his hair into spikes, but the night obscured the colour and what his face looked like. He stepped towards me, but I took a step back.

‘You’re gonna run now, after everything?’ His husky voice broke the silence that had surrounded me.

I was sure a small whimper slipped through my lips. He took another stride towards me, shrinking the gap between us. His long, muscular arm outstretched to me and he held his hand out me.

‘I want you safe. Why can’t you see that?’

I turned and tried to run from him. He closed the gap and hoisted me into the air, holding me to him. he put me down and turned me to face him, a knife suddenly brandished and gently brushed against my neck.

‘I told you there were only two choices. Happily ever after or bloody ever after. This one’s on you.’

He swung the blade across my throat. I couldn’t breathe. I could feel the blood trickle down my chest. I slumped to the ground, trying to breathe properly.

‘Goodnight, princess. You should have listened to me in the first place. You’d still be alive otherwise.’

He turned his back and walked away, throwing the knife to one side as he had with my life, left bleeding onto the floor. I would be another body, not a person anymore. He had taken that and soon enough I would be gone for good.

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AMY first chapter

Hello everyone! This is the first chapter of my novel, AMY. It’s not yet published, but I’m looking into making it so. So enjoy and let me know what you think. Just so you know, it is aimed for Young Adults.

Love,

Abbie Allen

 

Chapter 1

The knife lodged into the chest of the human shaped target, a fake blood sachet leaking down the figure. The next knife was suddenly in my hand as some kind of reflex. I couldn’t help but smirk at the shot I’d made. Adrenalin ran through my bloodstream and I wanted more of that feeling than just this moment in time.

The way my family have been brought up has been both a blessing and a curse. I’m just the end of a long line of the Thomas family. Since 1900 our family had been recruited to keep the World safe, mainly consisting of a British-American alliance. No one knows who actually recruited us, but what we do know is we gave the British government an anomalous nudge to create MI5 and MI6 in the early 1900s.

My name is Amelia Thomas. Everyone calls me Amy. I’m not quite a fully-fledged member of the International Protection Service, IPS for short, but I’ve convinced them enough to let me start training. We have to hide ourselves from those who would want us to be extinct, so we have a cover story. Each of our buildings are known as Thomas Spy Bases, so we can give the cover we work for the TSB like the bank. It throws everyone off. I’m glad it does. If it didn’t, I’d have been moved round place to place every time our cover was discovered.

‘Amy, you gonna throw that knife or what?’ Edward, my American cousin, dragged me from my thoughts.

I threw the knife sitting in my grip and it lodged in the crotch of the human shaped target I’d just stabbed in the chest.

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Story Beats Are Your Friend (I hope)

Welcome back to another script themed blog! Quite a few of these will end up being from lectures I’m attending for my final year at Uni, but it’s still useful for that author in us.

In one of my earlier blogs I talked about the five beat structure, putting the story into five beats. Now, hopefully this blog will help you if you think your story is becoming a little difficult to keep track of too.

So, let’s begin. With every story there are the main events, the important clincher points. Those are what you want in your story beats. So, if you struggle to get them into the five, try putting it into more than that. In a lecture I attended recently we were taught that it should be about one hundred and fifty maximum, at least for a feature film anyway. The minimum would be about sixty story beats.

It’s alright if the beats are a little sketchy at first. That’s what the whole exercise is for. This is to see where there are holes in the story, where we aren’t sure how we got to a certain point and to find the five main points of change to use in the five beat structure. This could also lead to helping you to write your pitch (that I talk about in another blog). The story beats could look like this, as an example:

-Mary destroys the kitchen

-Mary drives to John’s house

-Mary confronts John about their relationship

So, as you can see, it doesn’t have to be much, even if it does mean I’m subtly quoting SUPERNATURAL. I hope this quick blog has helped you figure out your story. I wish you all the best in your writing endeavours.

Love,

Abbie Allen