Writing Prompt #8

Less than 750 words. Flash Fiction. This is unedited and 236 words.

Life. It isn’t as infinite as we are led to believe when we are younger. Carefree, fearfree and living how we see fit. At least that’s how I had lived. Yes that’s right, had lived, meaning that I know longer live. I am here in spirit and consciousness but not in body. No, my body went until the ground little over a week ago.
I watched my friends and family say goodbye, tears flooding their faces. They all kept mumbling about what a waste it was, how senseless an act, how I had so much to live for.

They all thought it, they couldn’t rationalise but then why would they. They hadn’t lived like I had. On the outside I was fun, loved, had friends and most of all, I was happy.
That wasn’t the case on the inside though. I lived with secrets, dark dark secrets. Those secrets ate away at my soul and made my head cloudy with grey thoughts. I had to escape it all. The fear, the regret and the possibility that they would discover the real me.

Now I don’t feel anything. I float among the ethereal clouds with all the other lost souls. I don’t have regret, I don’t have fear and I don’t feel bad. I suppose you are wondering what happened, why am I now this way. Well you shall find out, this is the story of me. 

Thanks for reading

Emma-Louise x

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Writing Prompt #6 – Diary


750 Words. Flash Fiction.

23.10.16

Dear Diary,

Well what a shit day it has been today. Lee decided that we should not be together anymore. He reckons his girlfriend is suspicious of his behaviour. So she should be the stupid cow! He had ended it before but this time feels different. I haven’t told him about the baby. I haven’t told anyone. I’m 15 years old ffs. My mother is going to go crazy when she finds out. No way am I having an abortion. Not going to happen. Why is everything going so wrong. I wish I’d never met him, I don’t even know if I loved him. Arrogant arsehole! I’m going to go eat some pizza and watch Pitch Perfect, that’ll cheer me up.

01.01.17

Dear Diary

It’s been a while I know but man I have been so poorly. My mum thinks I have had non stop stomach bugs. She even took me to the Doctor who thinks I have something called IBS and certain foods are making me ill. I have a small bump now which is getting harder to hide. I have been saving for the last few months. The pleasure of having a rich family means lots of money available. I am going to run away. I saw Lee a Month ago. He had me against a tree, I missed his touch but he said it was a mistake, I still didn’t tell him about the baby. The sex made me feel good for a while anyway.

26.2.17

Dear Diary

Today is the day! I’m leaving! Packed all my stuff and bought a tent. Not sure where I will go but I’m 16 tomorrow. Legally I am good and being pregnant I look older. I will go see a Dr when I get to where I am going.

06. 5. 17

Dear Diary

I am massive. Took me a while to write again as life got busy. I am staying in a town many miles from where I was. I have a little bedsit and part-time job in a cafe. I have seen the Dr and Midwives. The baby is due around 15th June. Not long to go now. I ran my mum told her I was pregnant and not coming back. She hung up on me and called me a disgrace. Least I know she won’t argue to have me back. I started buying bits of baby stuff. People here have been really helpful with things. An old lady Elsie lives next door and she has knit me alsorts of baby stuff and bought a crib. Maybe life won’t be so bad.

08.07.17

Dear Diary

My life is amazing. I had a baby girl, her name is Elizabeth and she weighed 5lb 3oz. She was so small. I have never felt anything like this. I want to protect her forever. I ran my mum to tell her my news but she wasn’t interested. I don’t understand it, now I’m a mother I couldn’t imagine ever shunning Elizabeth. 

I am allowed to go back to my cafe job in a few months. I’ll need the money. They said I can take the baby with me so I don’t have to find childcare. They gave me £1000 when she was born to help out. These people are like a second family. I hope when my angel gets older she finds friends like this. Who needs family.

Thanks for reading 

Emma-Louise x

Writing Prompt #4

I think you all know the rules by now. Less than 750 words, flash fiction.

The light fractured into pieces along the wall. The curtains pulled shut allowed little light into the room, but enough to notice every car that passed.

I lay on the bed trying to focus my breathing. To let my subconscious take hold. I was told that meditating will help, easier said than done when you’re stuck in a motel room right on the highway. So much for peace.

I still had the hospital gown on that I’d escaped in. My feet red raw and bleeding. Walking for miles barefoot in this climate wasn’t ideal. The dusty dry roads scattered with pebbles, stones and Sandy grit. 

I’d been here now for 2 hours, I snuck in the room through the bathroom window, I shouldn’t be here and I hoped that no one would rent to room tonight. There was some small snacks in the fridge which I had eaten when I got here but now my stomach groaned in protest at the amount of crap I’d consumed.

I needed to get away from the doctors. They were just doing there job, I get that but I needed space to work through this. I was told it was an accident. I was walking down the road when a car came ploughing into me which had left me in a coma for 13 days. When I awoke I had no idea who I was or where I was from. They had not found any I.D on me and my DNA wasn’t on record. I was a non-dead Jane Doe.

I kept getting flashes of memories but never enough to grasp anything from. I had the feeling that may be this was the universe telling me my life was bad before and I was given a fresh start to reinvent myself. I could be anyone. I could have children or a husband, I could be a serial killer. I had no idea.

The only identifying thing I had were the tattoo’s that were down my arms, shoulders and back. I wondered what my inspiration had been when I got them. I liked them, tomorrow I am going to see if any of the studios in town recognise the work.

I figured if I couldn’t meditate then I should at least try to get some sleep. I blocked the door with the side unit so at least I would have time to get out should someone try and enter.

I got into the bed and it didn’t take long for me to fall into a deep sleep. 

I woke to the sound of a car pulling up. It was just getting light and the wall clock showed it was 5.53am.

I got out of the bed, straightened the covers and ate some more snacks, filling my coat pocket with more. I was grateful I had the coat, at least people didn’t stare so blantely when I walked past.

I crawled out of the bathroom window the way I had came and walked around to the main building. It was still and quiet with the exception of a lady dressed in a business suit getting into her car. 

I walked over to her and said hello.

” Oh, hello” she replied

I’m sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you were heading into town? My friends thought it was funny to take my shoes and I’d rather not walk back barefoot again’

She looked down at my feet, glazing over my long coat.

‘Urm, sure. Yes I can take you there. I have a pair of old squash shoes if you would like to wear them?’

‘That would be very kind of you, thank you’

The lady walked to the boot of her car and got some old battered white shoes out and have them to me. I opened the passenger door and slide in. The car smelt like fresh pine and was immaculately clean.

We drove in silence, I didn’t know what to say and she clearly didn’t either. When she pulled up to the road I got out.

‘Thank you for the lift.’ I said poking my head through the window.

‘You’re welcome, sorry I didn’t catch your name’

I thought for second before replying, 

‘My name is Andrea, Andrea Riley’

And with that I turned and walked away. That was my name now, one I had claimed until I could find out who I really was.

Thanks for reading and as always feel free to pop your story in the comments below or link to your blog post.

Emma-Louise x

Writing Prompt #3

Day 3 Prompt. Same rules, less than 750 words.

Miles giggled as he peaked through the gap in the wardrobe doors. He couldn’t hear Leila anywhere. 

He was sure it had been 10 minutes already but it felt like an eternity in here. The space started to feel stuffy and too warm.

*Creak*

Ah-ha Leila must be close that was definitely one of the floorboards in the hallway outside the room. 

*Squeak*

The door opened to the room. Miles’ breathing quickened as he struggled to contain himself. He didn’t dare breathe but he wanted to laugh. The excitement and trepidation was building inside him.

‘”Miles…Where are you? I’m coming to find you’”

Leila sounded really close. Miles realised that perhaps he had hidden in a stupidly obvious place now he had given it some thought. He knew once he had been found though it was time for ice-cream and jelly so he didn’t want to make it too hard.

Leila stopped outside the wardrobe door. Miles stilled and slowed his breathing.

Slowly the door opened. 

“Rawwrr” screamed Miles as he jumped out at Leila.

Leila screamed and stumbled backwards, tripping over the chair next to the bed. Miles watched as if it was slow motion, he couldn’t get to her before she fell backwards through the full length mirror. He stood shocked. Leila wasn’t moving and he was scared to go towards her, fearing what he would see. 

Miles felt the warm urine run down his leg and make a puddle as his feet. He heard footsteps running up the stairs.

“Oh my god, oh my god ” his mother half scream shouted. 

“Gary? Gary? Ring the ambulance quickly. Leila is hurt.

“SHIT, I’m on the phone now” Gary replied.

Miles started to cry, he ran to his bedroom and got under the bed. He was scared, worried and frightened.

After a few minutes he heard his father come in the room.

“Come out Miles, tell me what happened. Your sister is going to get some help, the ambulance is on the way”

Miles sniffled. He didn’t want to come out. 

“Please Miles” he father repeated.

Miles slithered from under the bed. His father sat on the bed and patted the space next to him.

“We were playing hide and seek, I jumped out on her and she fell backwards. It was an accident”

Miles told his father. To which his father replied, 

“It’s ok Miles. We will stay here until the ambulance men are here.”

The minutes ticked away. Not long after he heard his mother scream. Miles tucked himself into his father. He could hear his mother sobbing, the help had arrived.

His mother came into the bedroom, covered in blood, eyes full of tears. 

“It’s too late” she said.

“He killed my girl, he killed my baby girl Gary”

“No, he didn’t it was an accident Laura, she fell he told me” replied Gary. 

Laura laughed manically. Walked over to where Miles and Gary sat. The shard of mirror was hidden in her hand. The shard which she plunged into Miles’ chest…

That was when Miles woke from his nightmare. He had urinated in his bed again. The nightmare played over and over in his mind since his sister’s death 7 years previous. He heard his mother downstairs humming to the radio while she did breakfast. He got up and headed downstairs.

“Miles, good morning sweetheart. Want some breakfast?” His mother asked. 

“I would love some mum, thank you” and he sat at the table thanking God that his nightmare wasn’t real.

Thanks for reading.

Emma – Louise x

Writing Prompt #1


Over in my favourite writing group one of the lovely Admin set us a challenge. To write a shirt piece of flash fiction under 800 words using the above prompt.

I wrote a piece just over 400 words (407).

It’s unedited and I didn’t think about what I wrote. I didn’t have any idea where I was going with it but I enjoyed it non the less.

Here is what I wrote.

Stillness…it crept around him. Paranoia seeped into his bones. He couldn’t her her, he felt her. A chill ran up his spine, the hairs on his arms stood on end. 

Paranoid is what they had called him. Delusional and paranoid. He wasn’t. He sensed the eyes around him. He felt the breath on his neck when he laid in bed in the dark. 

He knew they were there. Her in particular. She scared him but soothed him. He knew she whispered to him in the dead of the night. He knew it was her moving things around his room. Why didn’t she show herself? 

He believed in them, the pixies. He knew they existed. His grandmother had told him when he was younger. His sister just thought they were fairy tales told by a Kooky old lady but he knew better. He’d seen the light in her eyes.

They were there now, in the dark. He didn’t dare move, he didn’t want to scare them.

He whispered “I know you are there. I can sense you.  Please don’t hide”

He heard tiny footsteps running. His heart sunk, they were leaving him again.

All of a sudden the lamp flicked on. He moved his head slowly to where it sat on the bedside table.

There she was, facing her back to him. He moved forward slowly. Edging closer. She turned, slowly.

He screamed! He didn’t expect her to look like that. Her head bigger than her body, her face distorted like a crazed beast in a horror book. Her mouth, wide…sharp pointed teeth smiled at him. She hissed.

“Aren’t you glad you wanted to see us now?

He stood shaking, shock registered on his face. Delayed his reaction to run, to hide. A minute or two passed by, his nerve to leave lessened with each second.

He must be crazy, he took a step towards her. She sneered but didn’t make a move towards him.

Was he suppose to fear her? She looked as if she should be feared but she gave off an aura that told him he was safe.

He took more steps towards her so he was at the bedside table.

She looked at him, her eyes sad. He held out the palm of his hand and she walked onto it. 

“I won’t hurt you, if you won’t hurt me” the Pixie said.

He replied “I never want to hurt you, you’re safe with me

Thanks for reading and if you fancy also using this prompt I’d love for you to link me your writing .

Emma-Louise x

July Writing Challenges

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I have a different sort of post for you today. I may have mentioned it briefly before but I am writing a book, well 2 actually but only 1 is my current main focus.

To help me get to grips with it a little more I am taking part in some July challenges.

The first challenge is NaNoWriMo July.

Instead of the usual target of 50k words I have lowered it to 10k. I have attempted to do NaNoWriMo before but always failed, I think this is because the word count was just to unacheivable for me..

There is a book group I am part of on Facebook which have a writer’s group and there are also some from there taking part so the extra support will be great.

For more information on NaNoWriMo you can find it here.

The Facebook group I mentioned is called The Fiction Cafe. Feel free to add yourself.

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My second challenge for July is a Project for 1 Book July.

I am doing option 3 – #GoBigOrGoHome.

For this I have chosen to use my 1 book to write an outline for my novel. I am going to work through a workbook which accompanies a book I recently read along with 2 other books by the same author.

The workbook can be found here

You can find more about One Book July here

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My last challenge is just a simple one for myself.

I am going to write for 30 minutes 3 days a week at a minumum. This is something which I feel  can easily do without committing too much of myself and my time.

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This feels like the perfect time to really get ahead with my writing. I am only just into my 2nd chapter and everything is still taking shape.

Thanks for reading.

Emma-Louise x

 

 

Welcome

Hello and Welcome to my new blog. I created this blog as my other blog was getting inundated with bookish posts. Now that may not sound like a bad thing but as it is a stationery, craft and planning blog it didn’t look great. Should you wish to visit my other blog you can do so here on The Stationery Geekette.

I will be using this blog Read, Write and Inspire to share all my bookish love and bits of my writing and writing exercises.

Hope you enjoy!

Thanks for reading.

Emma-Louise x