An unusual collection of story ideas to celebrate the arrival of July and the height of Summer.
In a world where zombies are stand-up comedians, one comedian has no choice but to assassinate an honorable man by killing his own father. Finally, the comedian has a meaningful chat with the zombies and they come to an amicable agreement.
Matt is a politician from Alaska who falls in love with his step-sister. The two are separated when the step-sister falls into the ocean and loses his memory. Matt turns to drink then accidentally runs his step-sister over.
In a world where vampires are miraculously transformed into heavenly creatures, one orphan has no choice but to kill an elderly man using an infinite stabler. Despite the orphan’s best efforts, the world ends and everybody dies.
When a virgin from Japan develops a fear of cockerels, not everybody is supportive. However, his fortunes improve when his teacher writes a wonderful song. The virgin eventually achieves his goal but finds the results unfulfilling.
Brad is a killer fueled by greed, who murders nurses and wraps them in toilet paper. Lady Megre, a graduate from Liverpool, knows she has to stop him. Eventually, Megre captures the killer and wins a bravery award.
I’m working on a new story idea, which goes a little like this:
Two brothers fly to one of the most remote places on earth to search for a third brother. Why did that third brother go there, and what is the conflict between the brothers?
There’s some good debate as to what the most remote places are on Earth, so I consulted this guide: 12 of Earth’s Most Remote Places and Communities from the travel site Atlas & Boots.
I’m settling on using the Kerguelen Islands as the main setting. It is an extremely remote setting — more than 2,000 miles away from the nearest other populated place on Earth. That would make it incredibly challenging to get to. I’m thinking that one of the two brothers is an amateur pilot and part of the challenge he would face is overcoming a fear of flying at night.
The twist to the story is that the third brother has simply created an illusion that he has traveled to this remote location. It will be an elaborate ruse, as he has gone to great lengths to make it seem that he is here. In fact, he’s really living secretly in Manhattan and living a relatively anonymous but lucrative life as a bond trader on Wall Street.
Obviously, the local islanders will be in on the ruse as the two brothers search fruitlessly for their brother. One of the islanders, a pretty young woman named Erika, will fall for one of the two brothers and eventually confess the secret.
Here’s the start to a story concept about a young man who simply wants to be alone, but dies while surrounded by people he cannot understand or bear to be with.
It was a tattered day accentuated by the windy drizzle. It was hard to believe that in a few moments, I would suffer a crowded death.
I was enjoying hopping brilliantly as Dentist skipped begrudgingly, like a giant gerbil walking beautifully.
The ruler had tattered trees and a windy eye. It didn’t look dangerous. Not even its worrying flaps warned me of my fate. I should have sensed the danger in its hill.
I can still vividly recall the hat coming down on my fingers like a ugly blade – chatter. My life slipped away.
Following up on Breast Bet, here’s a story idea about a father and son and bonding.
An absent father tries to reconnect with his teenage son by taking him to bowling alleys and teaching him the game. How do they bond over the game of bowling, and what is the biggest resentment the son has against his father?
This got me thinking about bowling alleys and whether anyone really goes bowling anymore. It seems to be a pastime out of a bygone era. Maybe that’s what would make the story work — a father trying to pass along his knowledge and skill as a way to not just bond, but to keep memories alive.
I was thinking about opening the story with this line:
He was going back to a place he’d hoped he would never see again.
I’ve always been fascinated by the tension of devotion to religion and the new norms of modern life. Here’s a story idea about a young woman grappling with some of those same issues.
A 18-year-old woman who has grown up in a polygamous Mormon community just outside St. George, Utah, decides she wants to leave just before she’s betrothed to a much older man with three wives. How does she escape, and how do they attempt to track her down?
The initial setting for the story is a small coffee shop in the town, where the young woman is struggling to make ends meet. Her suitor represents an escape from financial hardship, but the end of the freedoms that a young woman would otherwise enjoy.
While doing some research for this story, I stumbled across an interesting fact about coffee — besides the fact that I drink too much of it. It turns out that the Folger Coffee Company is by far the leading vendor of coffee in the United States, with over a billion in sales last year. Who knew?
And although this post is in grave danger of veering violently off-topic once more, the story takes place in Utah, one of the most beautiful states in the USA. Here’s a picture from Glen Canyon, showcasing some of the amazing natural scenery that Utah has to offer.
Another story idea knocked loose from the cobwebs in my brain. I thought of this one shortly after Going to the Dogs.
A stay-at-home mother with twin newborns worries that a neighbor is stalking her. What makes her call the police, and how is her life threatened?
The first sentence will go a little like this:
He had never seen so many homeless people in one place.
And finally, here are a few ideas for the first name of the stay-at-home mother.
Rachelle Pauline Moss
I’m working on a few different short stories this week. The latest one is built off this simple plot line:
A dog lover is suspected of an unprovoked attack. Events are made difficult by an accident.
I’m struggling a bit with the dialogue, but I have an opening sentence, which is this:
The garden of raindrops is a thought that beckons the soul.
The whole story takes place in Vohampwick, a small town filled with small people who have small dreams. Except for the hero, of course.
Here are a few character names for the story. I envision them being husband and wife couples that live in the same town as the protagonist.
Woodward Fearnley and Alice Fearnley
Marcel Bonnet and Ami Bonnet
The whole story is partly inspired by the following poem.
A Lemon on Tuesday
Tenacious late afternoon and the burned-out bottle
coagulate at the walls of my house
the gleaming alcoves conquered
I’d do it for the sphere in which you enchant?
For the miracles of transluscent opaque sepia you’ve crystallized
winged imbroglios are abducted
around opaque sepia water and sunburst orange smooth stones.
Like calcerous breakfast: corals!
Within the dull shades of burnt umber agony of the receptacle?
To the lyrical color of the silken atom,
Water and cashmere kisses
and around my hammock, during the lunchtime, I woke up naked?
And full of respect.