This chapter got deleted because of foul language, and is now back in a cleaned-up version... I'm afraid there will be a few asterisks, as I couldn't find a satisfactory synonym for b*****d.
Story written on the fly to explain the presence of a non-fantasy picture in my Loth gallery. (It was originally meant to be a scene from 'The Taming of the Shrew'.)
Probably the best thing I've written. Edward is a precocious, horror-obsessed nine-year-old (I've been told I should make him older - see what you think) who develops a weird, intense friendship with a fifteen-year-old pyromaniac waif called Jack. Together they plot to murder a little girl - With Tragic Results... Edit: I'm taking the rest of this story offline BECAUSE. IT'S. GETTING. PUBLISHED...! *does the first published story dance* You can visit indigowords.com to find out what happens next for a nominal $3... I hope nobody's too cheesed off about this :/
This is the raggedy unfinished end, which I thought I'd put in for criticism. A new character is about to appear, but I ground to a halt in a fit of embarrassment just before introducing her. Any tips on how to make this bit better? There's too much linking narration, but I'm not sure what to do about it...