Okay folks, this is how I write a short story.
THE THEME~
The theme for my first four stories is ‘Death and cheating death’.
Why did I choose that theme? Because some of my favorite stories deal with death.
Here’s an example:
http://www.flashfictiononline.com/f20090201-golden-pepper-jay-lake.html
When I think of death, I think of how hard it can be to say goodbye, and how everyone meets death in the end, regardless of how high and mighty their station might’ve been in life. While some people welcome death, most people fear it. Near death, many people wonder if (and how) they’ll be remembered. When people kill, they’re doing something that they know absolutely nothing about to someone else.
Besides inevitability, dying represents the unknown and has fascinated cultures for thousands of years. Most societies agree that death should be feared, some even going as far as to never mention the names of the deceased again. But other cultures have dared to ask the questions, “Should death really be feared?” and “Why can’t it be celebrated?”.
No matter what society, almost everyone reserves a fear for death. After all, it’s the ultimate unknown.
Do the stars and space have something to do with death and birth? There are so many concepts involving infinite cycles and the afterlife, but how many unexplored possibilities remain?
And what if death was a living being? Had feelings? What if Death is/was? a nice person? If he/she?/it? could speak to us, what would he have to say for himself? What if he’s bound to take souls to the afterlife, even in situations where he doesn’t want to? Can death really be cheated? Is Death immortal, a demi-god, or is being ‘Death’ merely a curse placed upon unsuspecting souls?
So I chose this subject because no one will ever mine all the narrative possibilities. Until death is completely cured, this subject will always be relevant to our world.
AN IDEA WORTH WRITING~
When I generate story ideas, I try to make them play nice with the following…:
1. I prefer to have a definite beginning, middle, and end.
2. I prefer endings that are either inevitable, profound, emotional, or create some kind of infinite loop. Or all of the above, if possible.
3. At least one character must change, for better or worse, over the course of the story.
4. If I can make it work in a fantasy setting, all the better.
…because they are characteristics typical in the short stories I enjoy reading the most.
THE CONCEPT~
Okay, so I have a theme, and a-million-and-one different ways to approach it. (Not that I usually come up with a theme first. In fact, I never do. I come up with a concept first, and the theme just kind of surfaces as I write. But in this case I decided to choose the theme first to ensure my four stories were linked somehow. :P Anyway…)
Now this is where it gets tough. If I haven’t thought of anything by now, and I’m really interested in writing a short story on that particular day, I’ll think about things like the stream of consciousness I started this post with. The ‘What If?’ game.
Mowing the lawn, taking a shower, anything that gives time to think helps. If I let these thoughts simmer and am making a conscious effort to trying and turn these thoughts into a story, the puzzle pieces start fitting together.
In this particular case I wasn’t mowing the lawn, I was wiki-surfing. I think I was looking up Japanese words for measurements, of all things, and somehow came across the Kojiki, which is one of the oldest in-tact records of history known to man.
Though cryptic, one story (Section IX) speaks of the Perpetual Night Realm (Yomi-no-kuni), an afterworld that twists the appearance of those who go there.
A translated snippet from http://www.sacred-texts.com/:
‘Thereupon [His Augustness the Male Who-Invites], wishing to meet and see his younger sister Her Augustness the Female-Who-Invites, followed after her to the Land of Hades. 1 So when from the palace she raised the [35] door and came out to meet him, 2 His Augustness the Male-Who-Invites spoke, saying: “Thine Augustness my lovely younger sister! the lands that I and thou made are not yet finished making; so come back!” Then Her Augustness the Female-Who-Invites answered, saying: “Lamentable indeed that thou earnest not sooner! I have eaten of the furnace of Hades.’
The concept of an afterworld that makes you ugly is very interesting to me.
“an underworld,…. the habitation of the dead,…. the land whither, when they die, go all men, whether noble or mean, virtuous or wicked.”
So a man loves a woman so much, he’s willing to go to the afterworld to bring her back, only he didn’t realize she’d be ugly, and when he sees this, he abandons her.
DEVELOPING THE CONCEPT~
Perpetual Night Realm … Eternal Night Realm? Realm of Eternal Night?
Maybe it’s not out of love, but out of guilt. Maybe he ran off with another woman, and over the years he feels guilty for leaving the woman he married, realizing his first love was his only true love and returns, only to find out she had committed suicide. So he spends his days there drinking and sulking, and a stranger starts showing up at the local bar late at night.
Everyone in town’s afraid of this man, and there are rumors, but one day, he builds up the courage, with a little help from liquor, to talk with this stranger and slowly begins to suspect that the person he’s talking to is Death. He discovers that since his wife committed suicide, she went to the Eternal Night Realm. But Death warns him he should let her go and move on.
Death finds out about his life, too. About how he cheated, about why he left his wife in the first place, about how if things didn’t go well here, he felt like he could go back to his mistress any time.
Reluctantly, Death reveals it is possible to travel to the Night Realm and return. How? Maybe via a relic or a longboat? Maybe by ritual? Maybe by eating a mystical food? Maybe by him threatening to do something Death would not and could not allow to happen…?
So, somehow, he goes to the Realm of Eternal Night, and in fact discovers his ex-wife is hideous. And he abandons her even though she is glad to see him and wants to be taken away from the horrors she’s seen. This shows his superficiality. So he runs away, returns to the world of the living alone, and seeks out his mistress, but she is repelled when she sees how ugly he’s become. Death didn’t tell him, but warned him to let it go; Anyone who visits the Eternal Night Realm, their features become twisted. And now the world can see him for the monster he really is.
The title? The Never-ending Night





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Comment by Meredith — May 13, 2010 @ 1:01 pm
To answer your questions (I do plan to address them in this story so it might be the longest short story I’ve ever written!), he thinks she committed suicide solely because he left her, but that was only part of it.
The rest of it, he’ll never know and so the reader never finds out, either. ;)
The realm simply twists the appearance of the people who go there, imagination unbarred. It curls their lips and puts bumps on their face… it just makes them ‘ugly’, no matter how attractive they may once have been.
Even though the main character is there for a very short while, he too is twisted and doesn’t even realize it until it’s too late.
Because he turns down his wife because she no longer is ‘attractive’, we know he never truly loved her, or else he could see past that and see her for who she really is.
And because his mistress turns him down when she sees he is ugly, we realize how superficial his affair was. Now he will never know true love.
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Comment by Nick Enlowe — May 13, 2010 @ 2:07 pm
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Comment by Kerryn — May 13, 2010 @ 3:36 pm
Glad the guy got his just desserts.
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Comment by Merrilee Faber — May 13, 2010 @ 4:08 pm
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Comment by Nick Enlowe — May 13, 2010 @ 5:59 pm
I really like the way you work your way up from a concept to a story outline. Since I give a lot of thought to death and Death lately, I have my own ideas about what lays Beyond, but I accept your story and I like the way it goes. But frankly, what gave me a lot more pleasure and inspiration was what you wrote in “The Theme” section. Thank you for that, thank you very much.
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Comment by packsister — May 14, 2010 @ 5:40 am
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Comment by Nick Enlowe — May 14, 2010 @ 7:13 am
I don’t think it’s morbid at all. I mean, I think of death all the time now. (And yeah, when I write it like this, it does sound a bit odd…)
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Comment by packsister — May 14, 2010 @ 3:38 pm