Richardsorrells100

My background: I've been writing F&SF stories since around high school, and probably more often than not, they've involved some kind of transformation. I've got two novels out now on Amazon and I'm involved in a couple of writing Web sites and a mailing list called TSA-Talk. I find the topic interesting because it's a versatile story element. It can be used for humor, horror, mystery, or other kinds of stories. It's central to science fiction and fantasy. In those genres, something major has changed in the world. In a TF story it's YOU that's changing. It's more personal, and that personal aspect lets you do things with a story that are emot

   Sparks flew as one of the logs crashed down in the fire. You watched as the bright red sparks soared into the night sky looking like bright stars. You were out camping with your friends John, Dave and Rose, and right about now you were roasting marshmallows. “Mmmm…” You hummed as you popped a marshmallow into your mouth. “Hey guys I know what we should do!” John exclaimed. “Besides eat the wicked marshmallows that are somehow ironically screaming at us not to eat them but we do anyways.” Dave said roasting the sugary sweet. You couldn’t help but giggle. Dave was just so cool; you couldn&rsqu

The Furry Collar Once, there were two girls named Ellen and Crystel.One day Ellen invited Crystel over to her house for a Friday night sleepover. Crystel accepted! It was being held at Ellen's house because her parents were out of town. Ellen always bragged about her having so much freedom. It was Halloween and once again, Ellen's parents were out of town. When Crystel rang the doorbell, Ellen answered. "Great! Your here! Come in! " Ellen said motioning for Crystel to come in. "Guess what! " Ellen said closing the door. "I got this great new silk nightgown! "Awsome! Put it on! " Crystel said dropping her things over to the side and jumping o

Scary stories ~Note: I wrote these a long time ago and thought I should submit some of them. Sorry about the bad quality of the stories I believe I wrote them when I was 13. They get better towards the end. Trust me.~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Christen decided to move so she came to a new town. Everyone told her not to buy that home, the manor deep in the woods, for anyone else who lived there mysteriously disappeared. Christen believed there to be some explanation and drove to it. She grabbed the key the realtor had given to her and unlocked the door. There was a slight squeak and the smell of dust as she opened it an

An old woman walked down the street, it was late at night.  She had been out to the grocery store for some celery.  Unfortunately they were out so she was returning home empty-handed. It was unusually dark that night, clouds had rolled in blocking out the moon, and a storm was coming.  She continued down the street, still quite a ways from her home.  The street was empty, save for an animal that may wonder by. As she walked, using her cane to support herself, she thought she heard steps behind her.  Slowly turning around, she found that no one was behind her.  Continuing on her way home, the stepping noises picked-up again, even with her ba

(Scene 1: The House) "Cole, wake up." I opened my eyes, meeting those of my father. Dark circles surrounded his eyes. "What?" I answered, my tone irritable and annoyed. I was having a good dream, for once. "We're here." My father drove into a yard of an old abandoned house that looked like it was made hundred of years ago. Its windows were all dark and curtained and the autumn tree leaves danced around the house, as if it were possessed. The house was so covered my the autumn trees, it was kind of hard to spot every part of the house, for the sunlight didn't come in as much. I groaned. "Welcome to the Crappy New House, Everyone."