Author: Erica Drayton Writes

  • Free Writing Fridays #033

    Your 100 Word Story

    A 2023 OPPORTUNITY

    This weekend and next weekend ONLY, anyone who participates will receive 6 months comped and the next two winners will receive 2 FULL YEARS comped! It’s my way of saying Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all!

    Time to flex your writing skills and share your best 50 words to add to mine! Clock is ticking on this giveaway that ends at 10pm EST on Sunday, December 17th.


    IMAGE PROMPT

    What happens when you blow out the candle or when the candle goes out on its own? Tell the story.

    A 100 WORD STORY COLLABORATION

    [MY 50 WORDS]

    They tore the house apart searching for a match. Their candle went out. Smoke swirled from the wick. Everyone began to panic. They only had one job to do this night; to keep the candle burning till daylight. If they don’t relight it soon then their children will be taken.

    Write your 50 words to follow mine, then copy/paste them into the comments. Be sure to put “[My 50 Words]” first so I know it’s an official entry.

    REMINDER: You don’t have to write your story just on Friday!
    Free write all weekend long!

    HOW TO JOIN THE COLLABORATION

    • I write 50 words (see above) then you write an additional 50 words.

    • My 50 must start. Your 50 must follow.

    • You have all weekend long to copy/paste your 50 words into the COMMENTS section of this post.

    • My 50 words will always use the IMAGE PROMPT as inspiration.

    • I will select my favorite 50 word addition to my story and share it in the following ways:

      • Substack Notes (you will get tagged as well)

      • Upcoming First Edition email on December 1st and January 1st (respectively)

    If you are up for this challenge scroll to my 50 words BENEATH the IMAGE PROMPT! Good luck!


    JUST WANNA WRITE YOUR OWN 100 WORD STORY?

    Here’s how:

    • Write exactly 100 words. Not 99 or 101. The Word Count Police are tracking!

    • Genre? Writer’s choice! So long as you give us all the thrills and the feels.

    • To Fic or to Non-Fic? You decide. What matters most is that you’re satisfied with the output.

    • Copy/paste your words in the comments, then share on your own Substack, and maybe, share to social media!

    • A Note on Substack Notes | Click the 🔄 “Restack with a Note” and copy/paste your story for added reach and growth.

  • Santa’s Sack | A 100 Word Story

    #235 On the eighth day…

    With another dead body on the floor, everyone decided it was time to leave. They separated to their cabins to get their belongings.

    The first cabin had a husband and wife pretending to be together in front of the family. He left his dagger behind but she held tight to hers, watching while he frantically packed.

    “Aren’t you going to help me?” She shook her head.

    “HO! HO! HO!” She raised an eyebrow towards the booming voice coming from outside.

    They both ran to the window where a rather large man in a red suit dragged a sack leaking blood.

    ‘Tis the season of joy and terror.

  • Jeeves | A 100 Word Story

    #234 On the seventh day…

    One by one they each revealed their dagger to each other. Some were more adept at holding theirs than others who quickly put it back in the box.

    “So, Jeeves, is this some sort of sick joke? This was supposed to be a family vacation—“

    “Not exactly, sir. Your family was chosen as the best possible experiment this holiday season. But as I’m not family, I’m afraid my time here with you has ended,” he said, a slight quiver in his voice. “Trust…no one.”

    He pulled out a dagger, took a deep breath, and stabbed himself in the heart.

    ‘Tis the season of joy and terror.

  • Join the 2024 Pickwick Papers Read Along

    Let’s read & learn from Charles Dickens first ever novel!

    NOTE: This post was incomplete when it was accidentally delivered on 12/20/23 and has since been completed. My sincerest apologies to those who received an incomplete email.

    Unless you’ve been living under a rock you know that in 2024 I intend to release my own serial. Joining the ranks of dozens of others here on Substack, hoping to capture your eyeballs for the long haul. You can find out more about it here.

    Alongside this massive undertaking I want to do a bit of research into what is considered the first serial ever printed, written by none other than Charles Dickens. It also happens to be the first novel he ever wrote. Fancy that. His first novel was written in real-time as it was then taken and published on a monthly basis. It’s interesting facts like this and much more that I hope to share as I work my way through reading this massive book. It is over 300k words so it won’t be easy. And back in the 19th century when people had gobs more time on their hands, not encumbered by things like the internet and telephones, they were able to read through thousands of words in one month without breaking a sweat. But as it’s the 21st century and distractions abound, I’ve (hopefully) worked out a less grueling schedule that will attempt to stick to the original release timeline but take into account the modern day pressures we all find ourselves in.

    Who is this read-along for?

    The Classics Reader | If you love reading classic literature and have never conquered (or dare I say heard of) this one, then I can think of no better time or company to keep than with the rest of us who adore the classics just as much.

    The Evergreen Learner | There is much that we can learn from the ones who came before us. Charles Dickens is at the top of my list. He wrote some of today’s classics that stand the test of time and I’m not just talking about A Christmas Carol which has been filmed, televised, and retold more than any other work of literature I can think of. What was his life like back in 1836 – 1837, I wonder, when he was given an opportunity to tell this story? It is this question and so many others I hope to uncover and share as we read this tome together.

    The Storyteller | I must confess, I am doing this for purely selfish reasons. I want to dissect the characters, the plot, and everything that went into a story of this size so that I can take these lessons and implement them in some way on my own work.

    The Night Owl | Lastly, if you find yourself with loads of time in the middle of the night and you’re looking for something to turn your attention to that might just be some of the best reading you’ll get stuck into, why not give this book a try?


    THE TIMELINE

    As I mentioned, this book is 300K+ words long and from March 1836 – October 1837 on a monthly cadence, this book was released to the masses. That is a lot of reading to get through in 19 months which works out to be 76 weeks. I think we can do it and in record time too!

    There are also some historical things to take into account that I won’t mention here which make it important to read at the same pacing as it was originally released. Which means we’ll begin March 2024 and work our way, together, through the lot.

    So, clear your calendars from March 2024 – October 2025. Don’t let that length of time dissuade you. If I can do it, so can you. And I’m working on dividing each month to make digesting the material as easy as possible and not overwhelming at all.

    THE BOOK CLUB

    In trying to make this as much of a book club setting as possible, I’ll be utilizing aspects of Substack that I typically wouldn’t use, namely, the Chat feature. This is where weekly discussions will happen to spark conversation and have just a general check-in with everyone. I’m thinking of it like a time we gather with our hot cocoa’s (or your drink of choice) around a table or perhaps some comfy couches in a living room, each with our own copies of The Pickwick Papers, some dog-eared and highlighted with notes in the margins, ready to share what we’ve learned from the reading.

    Along the way I’ll share some of what I’ve learned as well, context about the time period when each installment was actually released, and the like.

    You might want to get the Substack App, if you don’t have it already, in order to better participate in the Chat discussions.

    JOIN THE CLUB

    If you are at all interested in reading The Pickwick Papers and learning all there is to know about Dickens first novel that made him a household name and the first serial to be a commercial success for other authors, then sign up today!

  • Daggers | A 100 Word Story

    #233 On the sixth day…

    It was getting late but no one could sleep. Sixteen Fontaines all huddled together in the large family room of Silver Bells Lodge, each with their own present.

    “Can we open them now?” One of the boy’s asked, shaking his box but he couldn’t tell what was inside.

    All the adults nodded in agreement and started to tear away the wrapping paper. The boy’s were much faster and already had their boxes open before anyone else.

    They each held their own six inch dagger. One of the boy’s tested the sharpness and pricked the tip of his finger, drawing blood.

    ‘Tis the season of joy and terror.

  • Christmas Card | A 100 Word Story

    #232 On the fifth day…

    The elf didn’t say one word but reached inside the bag and pulled out an envelope that he handed to the nearest adult and left.

    “Well, Henry, what does it say?”

    Henry ripped open the envelope, and held up a Christmas card with a smiling Santa on the front, and read aloud,

    THIS HOLIDAY SEASON ALL YOUR NIGHTMARES COME TRUE. 

    YOU BETTER WATCH YOU. YOU BETTER NOT LIE. YOU BETTER NOT SHOUT. CAUSE YOU’RE GONNA DIE TONIGHT…

    OPEN THEM NOW TO LIVE. 

    He closed the card. “That’s it.” And started to pull out wrapped boxes, handing one to each Fontaine.

    ‘Tis the season of joy and terror.

  • The Maranigan Men – A History

    Original Magic Shop of Wondermere

    The accounts in this piece were given under the strictest confidence that I never reveal my sources. What you are about to read is likely rumor and not true at all. You’ll know what I mean when you read on. I am simply the historian and bear no ill will towards the Maranigan family in any way. For the sake of those named this document will remain unseen until such time as my death or the death of the current owner of the Maranigan shop.

    Let it be known that the shop is steeped in history that cannot be touched or challenged by anyone, not even by those of royal blood. Lest we forget what happened when the Cropley’s tried, and failed, to tarnish the name of Maranigan. But that’s a story for another day.

    To understand what it means to be born into the Maranigan family we must go back nearly two hundred years. I am sure the name of King Malfus is still fresh in your memory. He’s king who lost his son to magicianary.

    At the time that prince Andrew was busy trying to learn how to do magic, a boy by the name of Jan Maranigan was just coming into his own. His parent’s worked in the castle. His mother was a cook and father a member of the king’s guardsmen. The king required round the clock watch by his men. This meant their wives and any children they had lived within the castle grounds. King Malfus took a liking to Jan immediately. He became the son King Malfus wished he had. A hard worker and smart especially for a child.

    When King Malfus died, he left everything to his son and heir to the throne, except for a rather insignificant, at the time, piece of land that was left to Jan Maranigan to build whatever he wanted on it. I’m Sure King Malfus assumed Jan would build a home that generations upon generations could call their own. And in a way, he did just that. But with a rather ingenious addition on the main floor, living quarters for his family above.

    I discovered a journal from King Malfus II who tried to contest this piece of land with the court that his father put in place to protect his son from himself. Here is just one of many letters that were sent, and ignored, by the members of the court:

    This land was given to Maranigan so long as certain provisions were followed; I have evidence to the contrary. I urge the court to confirm nothing illegal is happening and if there is, the land that once belonged to the crown should be returned forthwith.

    This letter and every other that has been sent since the time of King Malfus II were all ignored. The court, as you will later learn, are appointed by the crown, but as I uncovered in my research that doesn’t always go favorably for the king. The court of record during King Malfus II’s reign chose to abide by his father’s wishes and I suppose the Maranigans have them to thank.

    To keep the peace and show King Malfus II that they were aligned with the crown, Jan built Maranigan’s Wonder and his home right above it. Its purpose? To sell the best quality clothing and props that any magician from beginner to elite could buy. In return for getting support from the crown, Jan agreed to share fifteen percent of the profits. 

    Yes, there is a contract on record for this arrangement. But King Malfus II was not about to simply let this piece of land go. It served as a constant reminder that his father loved Jan as if he were his own son and even I don’t have to try too hard to reach that conclusion. Therefore, a stipulation was put in place if he was to agree to this partnership: Maranigan’s Wonder must always be owned and managed by a male Maranigan. Should there be no male heir to pass the shop to the land would automatically revert to the crown and anything built upon it would belong to the crown to do whatever they want with it. If I were a betting lady, I would say King Malfus II wanted to destroy it.

    This is significant to the Maranigan line as the Wonder shop has been in business for over one hundred years now. For the records, here is a family tree that documents the full lineage of Maranigan and its owners.

    Of note is the present-day owner, listed on the deed of record as “Jan” Maranigan. I was able to speak with Jan privately and on the record. Here is Jan’s story as well as some information I gathered on my own.

    Jan was born Josephine Maranigan. What happens next is something I could not make up even if I tried.

    Josephine’s great-grandparents, Lysander and Imogen, had one daughter. Now, at this time the crown could’ve stepped in and contested the deal that was made between Jan and King Malfus II. However, in 1649 Bullmar was in the middle of a war that almost led to the end of the Conroy reign. The last thing on their mind was a small piece of property.

    Now, Jan’s aunt (Jane) and uncle (Clark) are, as far as I know, missing. I am unable to find anything about what happened to them or where they are. Jan admits she had a cousin, their son, but would say little more about where Lucas and his parents are.

    Word on the street is that Jane had a falling out with her brother over the care of their father, Ashley Maranigan, after he suffered an injury that left him crippled from the waist down and bedridden.

    I’ve exhausted all of my contacts trying to find Jane and her husband, but nothing. Should that change I’ll definitely be sure to document where they’ve been all this time. In the meantime, should they come out of hiding there is a chance Lucas Maranigan has an inheritance he can claim on the Maranigan Wonder shop just based on when he was born. 

    Which leaves me to discuss the story behind the current owner of the Maranigan Wonder shop, Jan. Birth name of Josephine Maranigan, named after her mother. When Josephine was born, her parent’s had decided to tell anyone who asked that they had a boy. There were questions about the future of Wonder shop when Jane and Clark disappeared into the night. Then William and Josephine gave birth, and everyone just assumed it was a boy. They simply never corrected that assumption and Josephine at a young age understood what the shop meant to her family as well as her father. She was willing to be called Jan from birth. She wore the male clothing easily and her small size helped her hide easily.

    In her teenage years she met Alice Howard, and they became best friends. So close, in fact, that Alice became the only person outside of her parent’s who knew her true self. When the time came for Jan to take over the shop, she asked Alice to live with her in order to keep up the pretense she had lived out her entire life. By this time Alice was a widow with a young son. She agreed to the arrangement, and they’ve lived happily together ever since.

    For a time, the Maranigan family could rest assured no one was going to try and take their shop from them. That is, until King Cyprus II. It was evident that he would not be as lenient as his father. He wants the land back and were he to find out the deception currently taking place at Wonder, Jan would be evicted, and the land taken.


    As this is something that will not be seen until after my death, I feel I must speak frankly. It infuriates me to know what this family has had to endure to keep land that should not be allowed to be questioned so harshly. I credit the court for coming to the defense of King Malfus’ wishes and ensuring they were carried out. However, seeing how women, me included, are so easily underestimated and disregarded in practice, I look forward to using what little influence I have to highlight as many of them as I can. 

    As it turns out, women really do rule Wondermere in more ways than one. 

    Look for my next piece to cover a look at the Pomroy lineage, a family where women are held in the highest regard and given, quite literally, the keys to the colosseum.

  • Presents | A 100 Word Story

    #231 On the fourth day…

    “We need to go after her,” the oldest Fontaine suggested.

    “I wouldn’t if I were you, sir. Weather forecast says a storm is coming and the birds are circling.”

    The remaining Fontaines watched from the window as aunt Dottie ran by, arms flailing, trying to ward off the birds that were taking turns pecking her.

    A loud speaker suddenly started playing a holiday song, startling everyone.

    The curtains slowly closed throughout the house as the sound of heavy boots stomped towards them.

    The adults gasped and the children chuckled, surprised to see Santa Claus carrying a bag full of presents.

    ‘Tis the season of joy and terror.

  • Dottie | A 100 Word Story

    #230 On the third day…

    “Frank?” She said and ran outside. Everyone else watched from the window. It was far too cold outside.

    “Do you think it followed us here?”

    “Not that again!” One of the female adults said, lighting a cigarette to help calm her nerves. “For the last time, Jude, there isn’t some spirit following us.”

    “Tell that to Dottie,” Jude said, pointing towards the window.

    “You can’t, mom. She just ran away,” one of the boys said.

    The adults looked out the window. Bloody footprints in the snow moving away from the house and into the darkness.

    “She won’t get very far.”

    ‘Tis the season of joy and terror.

  • Two Birds | A 100 Word Story

    #229 On the second day…

    When the lights came on everyone wondered who screamed. There were no little girls among them. Just four disinterested boys. 

    “Perhaps it was Felicity,” said the manager at the far end of the dining room. “Sir Martin Bell’s daughter. Disappeared when she was just nine. He took his own life after searching for a decade with no hope.”

    “Morbid,” one of the guests said, clutching her boys to her bosom.

    “Where’s Frank?” another asked.

    “I think he’s outside, auntie Dotty.”

    Everyone gasped at the sight of a body surrounded by red snow while two white birds pecked at his eyes.

    ‘Tis the season of joy and terror.