Humor is really what I go for. Roald Dahl really inspired me to imitate his style and my stories are quite short, about 3 pages. In the Stuff We Read forum I posted that I wrote a story loosely based on the the first scene in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and I've written quite a number of others for projects at school. I don't like Fantasy much and when I try writing fan fiction I end up spoiling the original story entirely so I don't like that much either. I'm too lazy to write an entire book. I find it boring if I write about the same characters over and over. Writing short stories saves me time and is more interesting to write about because the scenario and characters are always different. The protagonist is my stories are always young girls and the villains are often middle-aged and have gruesome characteristics. I also remember writing a mystery once for an English assingment and I failed at it... although I got an A-. It was a story about a prodigious kindergarten student named Lucy whose French teacher was found murdered by another teacher because she was blackmailing him. I had no clue what I was writing about because I have no experience writing mysteries so I felt like I was spinning around in circles without anything to write about.
EDIT: I started writing a mystery (or maybe its horror?) just an hour ago and I gotta admit...its very hard
Its called "The one whose shadow danced amidst blood" and I don't even know what its about, I don't like to waste time planning everything out and everything, I just write whatever. I'm still on the third paragraph, its supposed to be about a 16 year old whose classmate turns out to be a murderer and she mysteriously always finds herself during the scene of the crime...and she's haemophobic too (heamophobia is the fear of blood). Here is an excerpt, tell me what you think of it:
Never before had I felt so confused. My senses were leaving me—no longer could I hear or see and nothing came to the range in which I could touch. Darkness clouded my eyes, it was as if I was in a completely different realm from what is defined as the “Real World” though what hit me at first as insignificant hit me strongest now—the place, wherever I was reeked strongly of blood and blood, this time my own turned cold.
Every inch of my body was shaking with fear as my eyes slowly zoomed into focus and carefully examined the ocean of crimson situated directly under my nose and I could hear my heart resonating in my body as if to signal that the place meant trouble. “Whose blood is this?” and “Why on earth am I in this sort of place?” were a few of the questions that went flitting through my mind at that precise moment but I had no time to think about this because darkness clouded my eyes once more and my feet gave away.
I'm also planning to give it a fantasy element but I dunno, this is sort of like an experiment to see how far my mystery/horror/maybe fantasy skills go.