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Illustration of short story Unspoken. |
Short stories have never been my favorite storytelling form. Many
are sharp and to the point; gone before you really get to know them. In
recent years short stories for some writers have become synonymous with an
opportunity to market a novel or series, resulting in weird, incomplete chunks
of text that leave a sour aftertaste.
But having decided to accept the challenge of producing and submitting three short stories, I figured I should travel back in time and take a closer look at the ones that embedded themselves in my mind while growing up.
The first was The Garden Party by Katherine
Mansfield. I ADORE it. In terms of my usual tastes, this is surprisingly left of field. The appeal is partly in the way she writes: the pace and the atmosphere. I
love how the girl in the story, who is rich in an old-fashioned country
house way, learns of a nearby laborer's death while her family are organizing a
garden party. (Talk about juxtaposition.)
She is disturbed on an almost subconscious level. When she tries
to vocalize her reaction, the family’s instinctive response is to dismiss her with a lot of tally-ho old school flippancy.
In hindsight, the indelible impression is primarily because the narrative focuses on the moment where you begin to transition into an
individual—developing a social conscience, becoming aware of
social practices. The story amplifies how disconcerting that sense of displacement can be; death, as a reminder of mortality, makes the experience more jarring.
The second story that stuck was Ray Bradbury’s The
Pedestrian. In extreme summary, this
futuristic tale follows a guy who likes to walk at night while everyone else is watching tv. Eventually he's arrested, not because he did anything
wrong, but because the act of thinking differently becomes wrong in the eyes of
society.
Clearly there are parallels between the two tales. Both
are about individualism, and going against the traditional flow of society—even
just in thought.
Turns out my subconscious stuck with relatively similar
themes in my three short story submissions:
-The Event is set in a future society where bad memories
can be removed and stored externally. A memory is bad if the “colors" i.e. the information stream that flows along the walls and floors, changes intensely in
response to a person's bio-readings.
Survivors of The Event wear memory keys on neck
chains. The storyline follows a girl who explores
the idea of visiting the vault and unlocking her memories; some part of her psyche yearns to know the impact of the extreme experience. Only the knowledge the memories cannot be removed a second time holds her back.
-The next story is an adaptation of an old short film script, Unspoken. Set
in a world where each word is specifically defined, a "plague" is killing citizens; or more accurately, they’re killing themselves after experiencing an undefined emotion.
Attempts to create a new term fail, and the current wordsmith council visit a
retired master of the craft for help. He tries to save the city, but only when he feels the emotion, in the depths of despair before death, does he understand.
(What I liked about the
short film format was the entire film took place in the wordsmith's room, high in a tower. You saw him looking out at the city, but instead of seeing the outside world, definitions of his dialogue flashed onscreen.)
-The third story, Lily, is a prequel to my speculative fiction novel Sound. (As previously
mentioned, I consider this to be a risky avenue to take, especially if it falls
flat. Fingers crossed!)
In a future experimental city, people with a
particular gene can turn sounds into a form of energy. I wanted to introduce the
reader to Lily before feeding on music drove her insane, and also reveal secrets in the backstory of iconic musicians Jesse and Michael. It’s a
bittersweet tale; the signs are there for the dark path the novel eventually treads.
Whether or not any of the stories are accepted is kind of irrelevant. Having fewer words to
play with, capturing complex themes in a tighter word count: the whole experience was a fascinating challenge.