Sing Sweet – #15MF

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15 Minute Ficlets is a weekly challenge based on the original 15 Minute Ficlets LiveJournal Community.  Since this community has been defunct since 2013, I’ve decided to resurrect the challenge on my blog as a weekly Sunday writing challenge.  If there’s interest, I’ll turn this into a meme (link up in the comments if you try it!).  In the meanwhile, the rules:

Based on a single word, write a story in fifteen minutes.  The word count is irrelevant.  Just write your heart out for 15 minutes and be inspired by the word.  You never know what you’ll end up with!

This week’s word: maelstrom

You have 15 minutes.  Go!

(I apologize for missing last week… I’ve been extremely under the weather these last few weeks and haven’t been getting online frequently.)


Her mother ran her fingers over the ivory keys with the skill and grace expected of any lady.  As she watched the way her mother’s fingers glided, Winnifred took a deep, unseemly breath, and just like that, the music stopped.  The lid to the piano closed, hiding the keys beneath a cover of polished mahogany.

Her mother sighed one of her exaggerated sighs that could only mean the depth of disappointment her precious daughter brought to her.  Winnifred leBrenne didn’t need telepathy to tell that she would never be good enough for her high-strung mother.  She stood, and looked down at her young daughter, her eyes like stone.

You will never be good enough.

The thought would have once made Winnie cringe, but it was a common mantra now.  The Lady leBrenne looked her daughter up and down the way a butcher might eye a cow he was about to slaughter.  She was tall, as tall as her tycoon husband, with slender tanned legs and perfectly soft golden hair that fell in little ringlets just past her shoulders.  She had grey eyes, like a maelstrom, and her personality was just as unpredictable.  Her fingers were long and thing, and with them now she picked up the silver diapason and tapped it gently.  A clear, crisp note rang through the warm springtime air, and her mother closed her eyes.

“Do you hear that note, Peach?” her mother always called her ‘peach,’ or ‘berry,’ or some other fruit with a sweet flavor. “It is the sound of perfection.  It is the beautiful call of the sirens on the waters.  You must never stray too high above or too low beneath this note, or else you will sound like a gull.  Do you understand?”

Even at the age of twelve, Winnifred’s mother spoke to her as though she were an ignorant infant.  Music was the only skill her mother insisted upon teaching her personally, and as a result, it was her most miserable subject.  Her father said she sang like a pretty little meadowlark, but she knew her mother despised him for his gentility.  She will never learn if she is babied, her mother often thought.  She also knew that her mother thought she could marry her daughter off to some well-placed Duke, or perhaps the Prince of Kyrix himself.  She loathed the idea of being placed in such a way that she was her mother’s pawn.

Often, she sang poorly just to vex her mother.

“We will try it again,” her mother said, sitting back down at the grand piano and placing the forked diapason beside her.

It is useless.  She could not charm a codfish. 

Winnifred bit her tongue, swallowing a quip that certainly would get her ears boxed.  She hated that punishment more than all the others, for it made her ears ring for days and that sound, added to her endless headache from the chatter in the grand mansion around her, led to fits of dizziness and nausea.  Her mother thought her weak as a flower for the time she would spend bedridden with illness, but if she could only shut the voices off, she would have been a perfectly happy young lady.

“Tea time, mistresses,” one of the maids called into them.  She bore a polished silver tray with a hand-painted porcelain teapot, two cups and saucers, and two buttery scones that made Winnifred’s mouth water.

“Just set it over there,” her mother gestured with a flick of her wrist.  She never bothered to learn the names of their servants.  To Winnifred, she added, “We will not break for tea until you sing properly.”

The ultimatum understood, Winnifred filled her lungs and when the piano began to sing, so did she.


When I write short stories, I usually like to carve moments out from the novel ideas I have running around my head.  Winnifred leBrenne is one of the many characters from The Sin Series, the story that has been running through my mind since I was nine.  Winnie was never intended to be a lead characters – she was just the kid sister of one of the other mages – but she blossomed and grew and has because one of my more important characters.  She was raised as an heiress with an expectation of greatness, the weight that she sheds at her first opportunity.  The above is simply another moment in her pre-story life.


If you give it a go anytime this week, link up in the comments and I’ll add you in the post!


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“Maelstrom” – Michelle @ Faerie Fits

Book > Film: Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them

If you liked Harry Potter and you haven’t seen Fantastic Beasts by now, you’re missing out.

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My husband and I went to see this last weekend because this film is wonderful. A friend of mine and I went to see it back on opening weekend in November and we loved it.  A bit of a gushing review: it has silly points, scary points, is well acted (Queenie + Jacob = <3)

It’s also loosely based on a book!  Very loosely.  As in, why bother.  Which is likely why the script has been released in book-format.  I’m not going to start reviewing movies on this blog, because I think you get enough book reviews, but I think it’s interesting to look at a film based on a book (especially when I’ve read the book) and see how the two stand together.

So this is going to get a little weird because, in this case, they almost aren’t comparable.  One is a film with a plot and characters.  The other is a textbook with amusing notes in the columns by the trio.  Let’s try this anyway.

How They are the Same

  • Both contain magical creatures.
  • Both contain some comedy.
  • Both are somehow related to the book “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them” by Newt Scamander.

How They Differ

In the film... there are characters, a plot, and adventure.

In the book the format was not a story, so no need for characters

In the film the story takes place in the 1920s.

In the book the “story” takes place while the trio is at Hogwarts.

Overall?

In the case of Fantastic Beasts, the changes are 100% forgivable.  The story was inspired more by the backstory Rowling had on Newt Scamander than on the actual textbook itself.  I did like that the manuscript made an appearance in the film, but I do think that this new series will be based on something much larger than “fantastic beasts”.

If you haven’t already seen this film, I cannot recommend it enough.  It was my favorite film of 2016, and that’s saying a lot for a year that saw a huge Marvel release and a Star Wars film to boot!

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For more information on the film, original book, and published script, check out:

Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them on IMDB
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (2001) on Goodreads
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (2016) on Goodreads