Terrypratchett Stories

Festivus time is here! By golly! After an avoidably unfortunate incident involving an unnecessarily large cat, with an odd way of choosing its prey, a lazy ogre, and a decision against getting knees cold, a set of brothers, long since thought gone from the world, set out to bring their itinerant feline home before things get really, really messy. Unfortunately, the Festive Boys can't stop themselves from following their Festivus instincts and the village of Drippings on the Lea have no understanding of what's coming. With a reluctant queen, an even more reluctant witch, who isn't really a witch at all, a permanently confused farmer with a rabid fear of thinking, and a reindeer called Civilolph, who has no idea why he's pulling a haywain, the villagers of Drippings on the Lea attempt to get in on a little Festivus miracle, even if they have to fight for it. Deck the halls, not your neighbours!

Wilmuh Tremblerod knew from a young age that she would become the world's greatest playwright. Unfortunately, the world, and her talent (or lack of it) disagreed. Until one day, Linus, a young and relatively untrained muse finds her in a bar and inspires her to great things. Of course, she isn't the person he intended inspiring, but everyone makes mistakes. With the subsequent loss of Linus' powers, Willmuh's ability to write compelling and mesmerising plays runs out of control and an alarming number of people decide that Wilmuh has become some literary god, meaning that her very creativity becomes a danger to the world. When a competition is announced to find the kingdom's greatest entertainers, Wilmuh chooses to use her new-found talents to seal her place in history. But with rival entertainers and people in authority rallying against her, Wilmuh may find it harder to achieve than she first thought, and her troupe of wayward and strange thespians may not be able to stop the world from falling under her accidental-spell. And there are faeries, too. But watch out for them, they're really shady. Contains a gratuitous and shameless parody of a Doctor Who episode. I'm not even sorry.

Have ever got stuck on a plot, a word, a scene or a story so much that you can't move forward? We as writers, believe everyone has been through that "phase". To counteract that stage and to boost our writing community(and the writer in us), we all need a boost, a push to keep at it. Keeping in mind, every Sunday, NewlyWrittenBooks are going to publish a writer's empowerment quote from writers across the world, to spark the writing bug within you. Cover made by the amazingly gifted @druidoflore :)

Crowley can't find his glasses!

A oneshot I whipped up impulsively. Crowley hijacks one of Aziraphale's records to play a song of his choosing, and slow dancing ensues. *What song plays is up to the reader's interpretation. My personal choice to envision, however, would be "from eden" by hozier :p

Eden Alexandria Queen Fell is recovering. Crowley and Aziraphale are nursing her around the clock.... Archangel Gabriel meanwhile is overwhelmed with guilt.... It should have been him.....

"I know, for God's sake! But we can't do foolish things," protests Aziraphale, concerned. "Let's not overextend ourselves either," Crowley replies, raising his hands towards him. "We're not in a position to demand more of ourselves than we're capable of."

Aziraphale makes a very shocking discovery....how is he going to break the news to Crowley?

Aziraphale must use the secret weapon, Queen!

Crowley and Aziraphale discover another one of Eden's abilities.

A few years following the 'end of the world', Aziraphale, an angel on Earth, although often outcasted and slightly feared from other Archangels of heaven, has been given the task of assisting with the arrival of the second coming of Christ. Aziraphale's enemy (best friend), Crowley, a demon sent from Hell, has been given the task of trying to kill the son of God, which proves to be more difficult than anticipated.

As the title says. Could be random.

Remember the hat on Aziraphale's coat rack? Aziraphale tells Eden it's origin....

Crowley has a terrible nightmare, but his family is there for him.

Eden's sleep over is crashed by a very special guest

excerpt: "Gosh, Crowley thinks to himself. Is Aziraphale really that drunk? He thought he was more dramatic. Does he really take his English that seriously? Crowley puts on a robe and walks around the dull lit hotel room. He groans. Technically demons don't really need to sleep, but Crowley swears that his body is uncomfortable after the consumption of too much alcohol. His mind is too bottled up from talking earlier that he jumps into bed and barely thinks of his surroundings. His body merely feels exhausted, aching from the effort of suppressing his desires." All my late night writings when I refused to sleep. There's no broken english, I've made sure of it! It's a short story of Crowley and Aziraphale :) And yes, the cover is my very OWN artwork lol!

Since Eden has two fathers', she and her family celebrate Father's Day twice a year! And Eden is determined to make this year's Father's and Papa's Day very special!

The Ineffable Husbands celebrate Eden's 11th birthday in a very special way!

It's Christmas and Aziraphale and Crowley are determined to still celebrate the holiday even as Eden still recovers from her terrible wounds from The War.

Carried over from my Tumblr, this is a personal project tracking what I read through time, largely because of my awful memory. These aren't long reviews, but the books are varied, and the opinions are honest, so I hope you enjoy.