Today I answer that age old question: Can someone write a new story everyday for a year?
The Answer: YES, I JUST DID IT! Over the course of this year I have written 46, 102 words in short stories! (That’s not including the blog part before each story)
I set out to become an “extreme writer” (the Bear Grylls of the literary world). Bear, what do you think?
Now I want to talk directly to you readers: thank you for helping me. This project would never exist without you- your ideas are what made this work. You have been generous, imaginative and silly- I hope in return I have entertained you.
People keep asking me how I feel. I’m not really sure how I yet- but I think these GIFs give you an idea:
For my last story I decided I needed to meet some very important folk. (Scroll over the words if you’d like to know more about any of them)
The line stretches as far as I can see, I’ve never met these people but they seem familiar.
“Giant heard Imaginer is here,” he says.
“Imaginer?” I ask.
“She made us all up,” says the dog.
“Even me,” says a little poo next to the dog.
A small creature somewhere between a crab and a hat tugs on my jeans behind me.
“You look a bit like her,” he says.
“Mun,” I gasp. I’m starting to piece things together.
“How’d you know my name?” the crab-hat asks.
“Never mind, why do you want to meet the imaginer?” I ask him.
“We’re protesting,” he replies.
“She’s going to stop imagining,” pipes up a warrior. “We have to stand up for ourselves like we did when the spirits were upon us.”
Her army cheer.
“If she stops imagining we’ll all be gone,” says a man dressed entirely in teal. “I’m not losing my family!”
Another cheer. I start to feel anxious.
“She isn’t going to stop imagining,” I shout. “This isn’t the end!”
“How do you know?” asks a Dinosaur.
“I’m Freya, I made you up,” I say. “Your name is Dara, I named you after a comedian I like.”
“Yeah right,” says a teenage girl. “Just because you look like her doesn’t mean anything, she imagined herself loads of times.”
The girl looks just like I did when I was younger.
“Fine, I’ll prove it,” I say. “If this is my story, I can have a dragon for a best friend.”
“Don’t let them bother you,” says a rumbling voice.
I turn to see a dragon with a long beard. Everyone gasps.
“You are her!” says a flying eye.
“Then, we’re going to be okay?” a stone statue asks.
“Yes,” I say. “I won’t be writing new stories for a little while, but I will never stop imagining. You guys are in my mind forever, and I hope you will live on in a few other minds too.”
“Come on then,” Giant shouts. “Party at Giant and Rupert’s!”
I clamber up the dragon’s beard and fly off to Giant’s cave.
And that is The End – a 365 word story to end my 365 Day Challenge. I hope you’ll help me keep some of these folk alive- see you at the celebration picnic if you can make it! (Find the details here)