Category Archives: Creative Words

The hood of the car.

Are we out the woods. Are we in the clear yet.

He sits on the hood of his car. Waiting. Just waiting. 2am. 3am. 4am. The hours come and go and he never moves. His head is bent towards the ground; his eyes never moving from the dirt on the side of the road. Concentrating on nothing; nothing but the time passing him by.

The sun’s first ray shines over the horizon, through the forest behind the car. He turns and waits, watching.

If you and I were there, we would swear she walked out from the tree line. But that isn’t what happened. She appeared, out of nothing at all.

A vignette, a 100-word drabble, inspired by a mix of Taylor Swift’s “Out of the Woods” and Maggie Stiefvater’s “The Dream Thieves”.

end of post: permalink
Family: a Charlie & Cub sequel moment. Image by Flickr user James Niland.

Family: a Charlie & Cub sequel moment

As part of my writing goals this year, I’m writing more creatively. Family is one of (hopefully) many drabbles (100 word stories) that I will publish. Image is by flickr user James Niland used under a CC BY 2.0 license: it is a real picture of the setting that inspired the novels.

This drabble is a mini-sequel to The Charlie & Cub Chronicles. It is part of a collection of moments between sixteen-year-old Theo and Charlie. Family continues on from the drabble Home.

This drabble can be read on its own — out of context of the novels and the other drabbles. Nevertheless, I’m going to hide it behind a more tag: spoilers for characters and ending of series.

Continue reading

end of post: permalink

Home: a Charlie & Cub sequel drabble

As part of my writing goals this year, I’m writing more creatively. Home is one of (hopefully) many drabbles (100 word stories) that I will publish. Image is mine, taken in December 2013

This particular drabble is a mini-sequel to The Charlie & Cub Chronicles. Charlie is sixteen in this moment.

I’ve got a collection of sixteen-year-old Theo and Charlie moments that are slowly coming together in my head. I might even try to link them through the prompts. So, while this drabble can be read on its own and out of context of the novels, I’m going to hide it behind a more tag: spoilers for setting.

Continue reading

end of post: permalink
The Knife of Never Letting Go: a fictional blurb written by Ellen Harvey.

The Knife of Never Letting Go: a remembering knife.

A long time ago, I started a book-blurb series. I have restarted the series this year and I have to say I loved writing and creating The Midnight Zoo post. Unfortunately for the blog, life happened and I haven’t gotten around to writing another book blurb. So I was pretty ecstatic when I found today’s blurb for The Knife of Never Letting Go, already written in my Evernote account. Thank you 2013-me.

The idea: take a book (sometimes I’ll own it, sometimes I won’t) and tell the story of the book based solely on the cover. It was inspired by the Huff Post article where a 6-year-old girl tells the story of classic novels. Of course, after I’ve told you my version of the story, the actual blurb is revealed.

Previous book: The Midnight Zoo, by Sonya Hartnett. Today’s book: The Knife of Never Letting Go, by Patrick Ness.

The fictional blurb.

Tom is an ordinary boy. He has a cat. He has a mum. His dad is a soldier and off fighting the war. But when Tom stumbles into the middle of a street fight on his way home from school, he freezes. He is mesmerised by what is happening in front of his eyes. He can’t move until it is all over.

And then it is. A man is lying on the ground, bleeding out onto the street. The other man, the man who made him bleed, runs past Tom. The street is silence. The dead man doesn’t make a sound. Tom makes his way over to the dead man and stares at him, thinking how peaceful he looks.

The dead man’s knife is lying in his hand. It’s a beautiful knife. Colour swirls around in the blade, the handle is made from onyx. Tom needs to push open the dead man’s fingers to take the knife from him.

In Tom’s hand, it feels warm. And then, as if being downloaded into his brain, Tom sees the dead man’s life in front of his eyes. He sees a young blonde women’s life, an African princess’s, an English explorer’s, a grey-bearded shopkeeper’s, and on and on, until he saw the birth of the knife.

This knife knew and remembered. And it went looking for trouble.

The actual blurb.

Prentisstown isn’t like other towns. Everyone can hear everyone else’s thoughts in a constant, overwhelming, never-ending Noise. There is no privacy. There are no secrets.

Then, just one month away from the birthday that will make Todd Hewitt a man, he unexpectedly stumbles on a spot of complete silence. Which is impossible.

Breathtakingly exciting and emotionally charged, The Knife of Never Letting Go, is a compelling original story of fear, flight and terrifying path of self-discovery.

end of post: permalink
Dinner: a 100-word drabble.


As part of my writing goals this year, I’m writing more creatively. Dinner is one of (hopefully) many drabbles (100 word stories) that I will publish. Image is from

There’s a moment. Every night, a moment: the table is set — plate, fork, knife. A wine glass, a water glass. Two settings. The window is open and the smell of pasta sauce lingers in the air.

It’s late. I know it’s late. But I’m always late. This night isn’t any different. Only, it is.

I sit down at my setting and look at the food on the plate. Cold. The wine, red; bottle open, half-empty. The setting across from me has no food, only red stains and pasta streaks. The glass used to have wine in it.

I sigh, knowing.

end of post: permalink
The Midnight Zoo: styled cover.

The Midnight Zoo: sequel to The Night Circus

A long time ago, I had planned to start a series of blog posts with my friend Andrew of SparklyPrettyBriiiight. As I was not blogging much, nor had any inclination to do so, I only published one post. However, as I’m determined to blog more, it’s time to bring the series back.

The idea: take a book (sometimes I’ll own it, sometimes I won’t) and tell the story of the book based solely on the cover. It was inspired by the Huff Post article where a 6-year-old girl tells the story of classic novels. Of course, after I’ve told you my version of the story, the actual blurb is revealed.

Previous book: An Abundance of Katherines, by John Green. Today’s book: The Midnight Zoo, by Sonya Hartnett.

The fictional blurb

After the acclaimed debut novel The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern, her publishers obviously wanted a sequel. In true Night Circus fashion, the sequel had been delivered and published a year earlier: The Midnight Zoo by Sonya Hartnett. The zoo comes at midnight — it’s not there, and then suddenly it is. A sea of black and white: all animals are black or white, the food is black and white, the maps and souvenirs are black and white. The visitors are not allowed in the park without wearing black and white clothing, as not to disturb the silent zoo. What the visitors don’t know and only the truly dedicated guess at is that this zoo, accompanied by the old man dressed in white with a matching white beard and the young girl in a black dress, that this is a competition between the oldest magics: and everyone belongs to a side.

The actual blurb

Her muzzle wrinkled, and Andrej saw a glimpse of teeth and pale tongue. ‘They smell the same,’ the lioness murmured. ‘My cubs smelt as she does. Like pollen.’ She breathed deeply again, and Andrej saw the missing cubs returning to her on the wings of the baby’s perfume. ‘All young ones must come from the same place,’ she said; then sat down on her haunches, seemingly satisfied.

Under cover of darkness, two brothers cross a war-ravaged countryside carrying a secret bundle. One night they stumble across a deserted town reduced to smouldering ruins. But at the end of a blackened street they find a small green miracle: a zoo filled with animals in need of hope.

A moving and ageless fable about war and freedom.

end of post: permalink


The tattoo began to grow. The ink wasn’t bleeding, as is usual of a tattoo. Something green seeped up and out of the black lines. It spread and it grew until she couldn’t ignore it anymore. This shouldn’t be happening. It was the middle of the night. She had been sleeping. The dark emerald substance clawed its way around her left shoulder, across her back, capturing her waist and neck. She watched it take her over in the mirror across the room and thought about screaming for her father. But she couldn’t. Not yet. When the wings appeared, she did.

As part of my writing goals this year, I’m writing more creatively. This is the first of many drabbles (100 word stories) I will publish.

end of post: permalink

On the cover of An Abundance of Katherines

My friend Andrew (his awesome blog!) and I were talking about blogging last Wednesday, and I suspect he was trying to help me blog again, so we can up with the idea where we take a book we own, but haven’t read, and make up what the book should be based on the cover. A bit like the Huff Post article with the 6-year-old girl describing Animal Farm as “I think it’s about a donkey and a pig that do not like each other and they both live on a farm for animals. The same farm. It looks like it would be a funny book with a good really nice ending.”

My book this week is An Abundance of Katherines by the ever-talented John Green.

An Abundance of Katherines is based in the early 1920’s and starts with a group of women at a tea party. They wear fancy hats, large petticoat dresses and carry around umbrellas. Oh, and did I mention they are all named Katherine? Well, yes, it is the season for the name Katherine. As I was saying, the Katherines are drinking tea when suddenly, all the lights go out! They are plunged into darkness in the middle of the afternoon. It is very un-ladylike. But these Katherines do not lose their panties. Oh no, these Katherines decide to solve the mystery of the unnerving darkness. They get up to some hilarious hijinks including getting their bustles suck in window frames, losing their umbrellas and even having a very suitable, under-the-speed limit car chase. What will the Katherines get up to next? Will they solve the mystery of the daytime-night?

What An Abundance of Katherines is really about, as described on the blurb of the back cover…

19 Katherines and counting … When it comes to relationships, Colin Singleton’s type is girls named Katherine. And when it comes to girls named Katherine, Colin is always getting dumped. Nineteen times, to be exact.

On a road trip miles from home, this anagram-happy, washed-up child prodigy has ten thousand dollars in his pocket, a blood-thirsty feral hog on his trail, and an overweight Judge Judy-loving best friend riding shotgun – but no Katherines. Colin is on a mission to prove The Theorem of Underlying Katherine Predictability, which he hopes will predict the future of any relationship, avenge Dumpees everywhere, and finally win him the girl.

end of post: permalink