All I want is a happy ending…

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One of my recently rejected stories came back with a suggestion that it was just a little bit too bleak.
I suppose it’s true really. It was never my intention that it should turn out that way, but many of my stories do seem to have something of an edge to them, or a dark undercurrent.
They do have moments of humour too, mostly intentional, I like to think. With the crime stories I suppose the endings are mixed rather than straighforward, and that makes sense because if someone’s been murdered it would be a little creepy to have the characters unmoved by it. Oops, now there’s another germ of a story idea I might decide to follow up on.
It’s the other stories though, the ones about childhood, that really seem to cause problems. The one about the game of kiss catch, and the one about the jumble sale – both have this kind of moral ambiguity at their heart.
Yet I’ve always really enjoyed a happy ending. I remember as a teenager reading Romeo and Juliet atc school, I was completely enraged by the ending. Later I found soap opera unbearable, because I just couldn’t accept that people would behave so stupidly. Why don’t they talk things through, I would wonder…okay, the screaming at the TV was a bit louder than that “wonder” made it sound.
One of my favourite series of historical novels is Dorothy Dunnett’s Lymond chronicles. Six long novels following the adventures of a kind of Tudor James Bond hero – except much, much more literate and tortured. Anyway, half a dozen pages before the end and something truly dreadful happens and the hero, the Lymond I have adored throughout the books, is killed. That was the first time I really, truly, literally threw a book across the room. Two days later I picked it up and read the last piece, and of course there was a twist and all was saved. But for those two days I was in pain.
As for my favourite TV series, Babylon 5 – well I don’t know how that ends. I’ve watched all five series three times now, and the films – but I haven’t watched the final two episodes. As far as I’m concerned, I won’t be watching them until the sixth series is out.
So it really doesn’t make any kind of sense that I would be doing this dark and twisted thing to any poor soul who reads my stories. I’ve been trying harder lately, and wrote a flash piece the other day that ended on a happy note. But still, I can see, looking at what I’ve written, the best stories are still the bleakest.
I hope this is just a phase I’m going through, I really do. I don’t have any objection to realism, but that’s my point I think. Realism may include the occasional bit of misery, but there should be hope and happiness too.
What about you? Do you enjoy a bit of angst, a healthy dose of realism, or the joy of a really happy ending?







