It’d been a rough morning for David Hillborough. His alarm had rung too early to be bearable, thanks to his wife’s insistence of her newly-discovered four-am workout sessions online. His oldest child, fourteen year-old Shawna, had decided that the only way to deal with early morning wake-up’s for school was to practice their drumming in… Continue reading The Character’s Strike (Back): Part 3
Category: Original Stories
From short stories, to serials, to plays and onwards– all these stories are written by The Literary Onion and available for you to read.
An Archaic Modern Play: Play On, Act 3, Scene 1
CHARACTERS IN THIS SCENE: SOMMERS: The fool in Albion's palace and one of King Bors' closest friends and confidants. KENT: The suitor chosen for Princess Lia of Albion, by her father. ATTENDANT 2: Attendant in the Palace of Albion. King Bors’ Castle Enter Sommers Sommers: Oh Lia, you put me into a troubled position again… Continue reading An Archaic Modern Play: Play On, Act 3, Scene 1
The Characters’ Strike (Back): Part 2
Yes, she thought. All the ideas I’d had. All the stories I’d written, turned down because it ‘didn’t quite fit’ or that I’d been made to re-write so it would ‘appeal to a greater audience’. She sighed, remembering when as a nineteen year old she’d made the promise to herself to always stay true to herself and be confident in what she wanted to write. She’d learned very quickly that to get anywhere in this industry you had to bend, at least slightly, to what other people said. Recently though it was like she was doing nothing except bending to what every other person wanted, or constantly considering what other people would think before she even had the opportunity to think of any story idea herself. There wasn’t an original idea left in her head, it seemed. Nineteen-year old her would be ashamed of what she’d become.
The Characters’ Strike (Back): Part 1
“I know it said ‘the end’ but since when is ‘the end’ really ‘the end’?” Edgar was sitting on the edge of the yacht, sipping on a very full glass of champagne. He’d already spilled a splash on his shirt and had rubbed it in roughly with his thumb, making the stain even bigger. “I mean, surely there has to be more? Our fans demand it.”
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