You know I love writing scary stories. But I don’t like it when the scary stories happen to ME!
In April, my wife Jane and I went to London for a short vacation that turned out to be longer than we planned. Yes, the Iceland volcano erupted, the airports all closed, and we were stranded in London for days.
And, of course, in my mind I began imagining story plots:
- What if the volcano spewed its ashes for a year or two? What would people do—just forget their homes and start new lives in a new place?
- What if a kid goes away to camp, there’s a huge blast of black air from a volcano—he is stranded in another dimension, and cannot find his home or see his family ever again?
You can see how my mind works. From real to fantasy. But it would make a great story, don’t you think? Write what you think happens next in the Comments.
— R. L. Stine, Goosebumps Author