Hey Guys,
Friday’s
posts are short Flash Fiction writing exercises.
I
will either use a photo or a prompt of some sort, maybe a phrase from time to
time, to get inspiration and start my introduction to any story.
This week I have a very special surprise for you all. It is a short preview of my book Mysery which I have finished writing and am about to start editing.
Matilda Mysery Downes is tired of her life in the quiet Village of Greenmoss and wishes for something bigger and more exciting, but she should have been careful what she wished for.
The 1920's girl ends up in present day London, lost and confused on how she got here. She knows that she does not belong and yet stays to explore, meeting a charming gentlemen called Richard on her journeys.
This story is about her travels and how the new coloured world effects this plain, grey-scale girl and what happens when she overstays her welcome.
This is the start of the first chapter, there will be an edit to this, but so far this is how it stands.
Mysery
Chapter One, Preview
As
I sat alone in the corn field, I watched the stars as they twinkled and enticed
me. The crystal moon stared my way. The night sky was so relaxing and pleasant.
I grabbed at an innocent blade of grass
and started to dismantle it slowly. I sat wondering how the corn grew. The
field had always been abandoned, forbidden even, and yet the crops grew,
unaided yet wasted. The corn was never harvested; neglected by the village.
I thought about this small village that
I had always been my home. This quiet village was a small pond, and I was a big
fish and I was waiting for something to take me away. Every day I prayed that
something exciting would happen in this village but each day was dull and
un-eventful.
I laid back and wished to become one of
the beautiful stars above, to twinkle and give hope. I hoped that I would be
noticed, recognised, loved; this was my dream. This disillusion would never
happen in such a small pond. I needed to escape.
I sat back up and snatched at another
blade of grass. From behind came a foul barking, and I froze, staring out into
the cornfields ahead.
Slowly I turned to where the vicious
barking travelled from, but all that greeted me was darkness. I carefully stood
up, turned and noticed a figure, stood on the other side of the gate, on the
cobbled paving. Shouting shortly followed the sight of her.
“Get out! Get out!” she shouted, distressed
and panic-stricken.
I stood still for a fractured second, it
felt like an hour. I had two choices: go back and face my punishment, as this
woman would tell my mother of what had happened and she would be livid; or to
run, run in the opposite direction
I foolishly chose the second option,
turned on the spot and ran away from the cobbled pavement and the crazed woman
who stood screaming. I could see on the other side that there was a second
gate. The woman sharply ran after me,
the screeches of both animals ran faster than I could.
Stay safe,
Matt