Flash Fiction – Stranded

 

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Waves crash against the rocks as the ocean smashes against the new safe world he now calls home. The sea is vicious as he waits for his saviour to rescue him. The demons talking in his head.

His chest tightens as the atmosphere smothers his breath and takes the air out his lungs. He remembers the death that brought him here to this island. A murder and blood.

7 Days Ago…

The top deck was quiet that night. No one was there. In the dark, he walked under the stars thinking of his wife asleep in her cabin. This stranger was watching him. He saw him, out his peripheral vision lurking in the shadows, watching silently. Suspicion and wonder cross his mind. He walks past and glances the stranger’s way. Grant recognises him from the evening charity event. A passing look between him and his wife. He encircled her into an embrace to warn him off her. Showing him she is his, taken.

He watches him as he steps forward.  “Do you have a light?” the stranger keeps his head down and averts his eyes. The air thick with suspicion as he decides if he walks by, ignoring the request.

“Sure.” Keeping his distance, he reaches into his pocket, he sees the flash of moonlight hit the blade. “Hey! Whoa! What is this?!” Grant backs up, away from this man.

“I know it was you! You hurt her!” Lines crease his forehead with anger and menace as he breathes putrid sweet breath! His arm across Grant’s throat, making it hard for him to breathe.

“What? No! I don’t, I love her …” Grants breathing laboured as he struggles for breath. He struggles to shift his weight off as he pushes him away. Shifting his weight against this stranger who is threatening his life.

“I know!!” he yells in his face as spit sprays his face. Showing the fear in his eyes as confusion flashes through his mind.  Stepping into his personal space, backed against the wall once again.

“Stay away! If you don’t you will regret marrying her!” His hands up surrendering his life, Grant waits as the stranger walks away but unbeknown to him, follows him to his cabin. He returns with haste to warn Sarah.  The shock, fear and anger evade him. He sees the blood pooling across the floor, her arm trailing through the dark congealed blood, leaving drag marks across the tiled floor. He hurries outside and vomits over the balcony into the ocean below. The stranger, he flashes a knife, they struggle, and he jumps overboard to safety.

Now…

Resting head in hands, sobbing, remembering his beautiful Sarah. It has been seven days since he left her laying on the floor. He misses her. The peacefulness here on the island is torture to him. He remembers her the last time he saw her. Just as he imagined she would look. Dead and lifeless.

He thinks back to happier times. When they were in each others embrace by moonlight under the skies of the Northern Lights. A magical night where his life changed for the better. Now sitting here he decides it’s time to live not survive.

Searching the island for resources he spells out the words across the sand. Feeling accomplished.  He waits for the yacht to return.

On the horizon, he sees the white fleck in the distance. It comes to shore as Sarah, stood on deck, a beautiful vision, sun hat held tightly by her hand as the wind blows her blonde hair across her flawless face. She jumps into the water, up to her thighs as she desperately wades through the ocean to reach her man. The love of his life.

“How about we get married and go on honeymoon? Relax on the beach and leave your old life behind?”

“Perfect! Without Grant, my life will be perfect.” she smiles at Joe and kisses him as he holds her in his arms. Safe. Content. Happy.

In the sand, Sarah glances over at the branches that spell out the words, Marry Me!

“My answer is Yes! I will marry you!” Sarah smiles as she feels the weight of their plan wash away any guilt she had. Perfectly worked out so they could be together. Sarah safe in his arms.

The perfect plan.

 

 

 

Daily Prompt – Dear Diary…

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Dear Diary …

Monday

So, I’m writing this right now as I can’t wait until I go to bed!  I just got home from school! It was amazing! He was so lovely and said he would walk me home! EEk! I can’t believe he likes me! I’m in the year below him too. He is my new love! I think I really like him!

Tuesday

I got to school this morning and Josh came straight over. He didn’t even bring his friends over to me to say hi but I don’t care! I told him I was going to the park after school tomorrow and asked if he wanted to come! He said yes!

Wednesday

We went to the park today. Josh met me at the playground gates. I thought he wasn’t going to come but when I saw all his mates leave I realised he must have had detention. He is always in trouble. I don’t care though. I don’t like his mates much though. They are always sniggering! Sometimes I feel like it’s at me but I really like him! So I ignore them. Maybe they are jealous! We went to the park and just sat and talked! He plays football. He is so cute! Afterwards, he walked me home because it started to get dark. We didn’t kiss yet. I wonder when we will?

Thursday

I told Josh I would meet him at the school gates today but he didn’t turn up! I was so vexed! He said he would come but I saw him leave with his stupid mates! I hate them! They all laughed when they left. Josh didn’t though. He smiled at me and shrugged. I guess he just feels like he can’t show me he likes me because he’s too embarrassed in front of them.

Friday

OMG!! I cant believe what happened today! Eek! I went to the park with Josh and we kissed! It was a full-on snog too! Tongues and everything! He’s a really good kisser! I hope he likes me because I don’t kiss just anyone! Well, he’s the only one I’ve ever kissed that I’ve liked. I do like him! He is gorgeous! I can’t wait until tomorrow! I want to kiss him all the time! I’m going to the park to meet him again tomorrow. I’m so excited I won’t be able to sleep.

Saturday

I’m so upset! He didn’t come!

Sunday

I have to go shopping with Mum! I hate shopping and I bet I will miss Josh! I was going to go to the park in case he turns up and got the day wrong! Now I can’t!

Monday

Josh said he was really sorry that he didn’t come. I forgave him! We went to the shops and got ice creams. Afterwards, we went to the park. We were the only ones there. I let Josh feel my boobs too. He undid my school shirt. I was so embarrassed because he got my boob right out! I was really turned on though so didn’t want to stop him. He just did it. But I guess I didn’t stop him and I could have if I wanted him to.

Tuesday

I got to school today and Josh ignored me! I’m so upset. Maybe my boobs were not big enough. I don’t know. I thought he really liked me. I wouldn’t have let him do that if I knew. I’m not going to talk to him tomorrow! I’m starting to wonder why I even liked him in the first place!

Wednesday

I went over to Josh today and asked him why he ignored me yesterday and he just laughed at me with his mates. They were all laughing and sniggering and whispering! I feel so stupid! He was obviously using me! I hate him!

Thursday

I hate him!!!! When I got to school EVERYONE was pointing and laughing at me!  I saw they were laughing at their phones. Mia said she had seen the photo of me and called me a whore! What have I done?

Friday

How am I ever going to go back to school again? Everyone has seen it! Josh’s mates took a picture of me. I’m so embarrassed. I’m never going back to school! I can’t face them all laughing at me!

Saturday

I saw the picture on Snapchat! I HATE HIM!!!!!!!!!

Friday

I’m never going back!

I know what I have to do!

I have to do it!

750 words.

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Bullying can happen to anyone.

Name calling, hurting, Cyber-bullying and by text.

These days, children are exposed to bullying threats daily. Snapchat, Instagram and Facebook. These are the worst! A photo taken in an instant will be shared within minutes of it being captured and will spread just as rapidly

It’s almost time for schools to go back as the September term starts. In every school children have to endure bullies and evil children that take advantage of them at any opportunity.

If you do one thing when preparing your child for the new term, teach them this. BE KIND, ALWAYS! 

As their parents, let’s put a STOP to bullying by teaching them how significant these three little words are.

 

 

I’m Writing a Novel!

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I’ve wanted to write a novel for a long time. When I was a child I would write stories on scraps of paper, read them and throw them in the bin never thinking they were good enough. I never told anyone about it either, just a handful of people I know who are close to me.

I’m now at a point in my life where I want to revive that childhood dream and actually write a novel and become a published writer.

I’ve been writing on this blog since last year in August and again I’ve never gone public with my family and Facebook friends officially but I guess that’s what I’m doing now.

I’m new, I get that I may not be the best writer as English wasn’t my strongest point at school but I’m writing and loving it. Surely that is what matters right?

So I guess this is it for me going public!

I really hope I can count on everyone with their support and will follow my journey!

My Facebook author page… 

https://www.facebook.com/authormadisonward/

Thank you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Fiction Cafe Book Club

The Fiction Cafe – Book Club

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In just a year a lot has happened.

I may not have achieved the target blog followers I aimed for. I may not have been as active as I wanted to be on my blog. What I have achieved has been amazing!

In Jan, I met a lovely lady by chance in a book group on Facebook. We went on to start our own after rude admins didn’t agree with a simple suggestion.

In just 8 months we have a group with just under 4’000 members!

We have been blown away with how wonderful our members are. We have reading challenges, book discussions, a group feature called ‘Authors LIVE”.  New and published authors chat and answer members questions live on the group. We have competitions and weekly discussion threads.

Not only that! We now have an exclusive writers group for members of the Fiction Cafe.

A busy few months but such an amazing ride! The Fiction Cafe -Book Club

If you love reading why don’t you come over and join us at The Fiction Cafe – Book Club!

Daily Prompt – Time

 

So I was a little stumped for a post and thought I would go to the daily prompt for inspiration for today’s post! When I realised what today’s prompt was, I have to say I was pleased! It actually gives a reason to go over past issues I’ve had when I was growing up and hurtful comments I had while at school!

 

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I arrive at school on a normal day wondering what today will bring. The morning was the start to a new week and the class were already sat in their seats. The room was noisy so with my head down I walked to the back of the class and sat at the empty space at the table.

I was only around 9 years old but already aware I wasn’t one of the popular girls. I was just me, with a few friends that hung around together. My best friend at the time was Gail, a new girl that had come to start at our school. When she first started I was so relieved that I had a friend who I could be best friends with. We immediately connected and became fast friends pretty quickly. I offered my seat for her to sit with me, I had no-one else to sit with.

I always remember that the kids were cruel. It became pretty obvious that I wasn’t going to be one of the popular crowd. I was just a normal girl that blended into the class. No-one special just me, youngest of the family of sisters brothers and half siblings. I wouldn’t say I was bullied, I just never felt accepted as part of the in the crowd. They all talked to me, they weren’t cruel just the odd comment that hurt.

I have almond shaped eyes and of course at an age where comments about your looks would make you feel very self-conscious you wouldn’t want to feel an outsider. Hurtful comments like ‘chinky’ as I often got called were soul destroying when you thought you were different but in reality, I was only called this a couple of times but its something I’ve always remembered.

I’m now a ‘grown-up” and although these comments affected me then. I wish I knew what I know now. I’ve since discovered that several people were jealous of my eyes. Ridiculous really when I think of all the taunting they did. My Mum, the wonderful lady that she was, always said to me,  “Darling, they only say those things because they’re jealous. They wish they had beautiful eyes like you. Don’t shy from them darling. Embrace them.”  Obviously, my reply was “Shut up Mum! They’re not jealous! They hate me.” I wish I could tell my Mum now that I know she was right. I’d give anything to say to her. “Thank you, Mum.” Most of all want to thank her.

She was a special lady to everyone who knew her. She would go out of her way to help people, be an ear to listen and be there for the joys and tribulations. She was there for anyone who needed her, whether they were there for her or not.

So you are probably wondering how this blog post falls into the word prompt of time. That is the most magical thing about my Mum. She always had time. She would make time for people, her children, family and friends. I think in the fast paced world we live in now we should all remember that we should always make time for people. Listen when someone wants to talk. Stop and slow down because before you know it, time will pass you by and the ones that were always there for you won’t be anymore. I love my parents so much and every day hurts. Take the time and ask someone special in your life how they are. Be the ear that they may need and listen to them too.

 

Madison

Flash Fiction – The Stranger

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The feeling of unease is intense as I walk along hiding in the shadows of trees. The noise is there just behind me beating amongst the rain as it pelts hard against my skin. Footsteps, gaining on me, getting louder and echoing in my mind causing panic as I imagine the terror the other girls have felt before me. Forgetting my umbrella was the first mistake I made as I left in a rush. The second mistake was leaving my phone. The phone that right now could save me from the fate I’m up against.

I begin to quicken my pace as my heart beat thumps against my chest. I feel the cold against my skin as I can hear the slow rumble of thunder in the distance and count the seconds between the flash and crash of the storm.As I glance behind me he is still there, with his head bent forward, his fast walking pace shortens the gap between us. His form looms over me as I make my feet walk faster.

I look around for an open shop, but at this time of the night I’m unlucky, the street is dark and being so late, even pubs have long closed. I walk quickly to get to a safe place. As I turn the corner, up ahead I see the Tesco Extra and feel overpowered with relief as I see the lights on and someone dash inside. I begin to run as the heavens open and torrential rain beats down on my body making my sheer silk dress transparent. I feel the tension begin to slip, knowing I can get away from the stranger who has followed me for the last half a mile. Looking behind me again I see the stranger has begun to run too. My panic rising I feel my breathing quicken and my chest tightens as a panic attack threatens to challenge my escape.

I run faster and as I slip inside the shop, glancing over my shoulder, his shadow catches up and envelopes me as he follows me inside. Tensing as I wait for the attack, he bumps into me and apologises. “Sorry love, awful weather out there!” I lean against the drinks cabinet and sigh as I try to catch my breath again, realising he was heading here all along and is not the serial killer everyone’s trying to catch!

Camp NaNoWriMo

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What is Camp NaNoWriMo?

 

July brings up Camp NaNoWriMo, a month of scheduled writing to reach targets we set on any writing projects we may have. If you have never heard of NaNoWriMo before I will tell you what it is but first does any of the following points resound for you?

  1. You are halfway through a current novel and stuck for ideas?
  2. You lack inspiration and haven’t got the energy to get back into the writing zone?
  3. You procrastinate thinking of ideas but don’t do anything other than think?
  4. You want to write but never actually get round to doing it.
  5. You never schedule the time to write?

If you can answer yes to any of those five questions then camp NaNoWriMo is most definitely for you and you should 100% consider signing up!

 

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What commitment will I be making?

National Novel Writing Month is approaching in July and is the ideal time for you to get back into the writing chair and either start your first novel or finish what you started.

A month of scheduled time within your day that you spend writing and adding to your current work in progress. It’s very well claiming  ‘I will start tomorrow’ but actually never do it. If you participate in Camp NaNoWriMo you are making a commitment to write 50’000 words. This can be added to what you already have or will make a start on what you already have. You may feel that is a lot of words but you set your word count. If you want to do less that is fine too as is to set it at a higher word count.

What you need to do is sign up to the official page www.campnanowrimo.org and create an account. Once you have done that you can start by creating your writing project. Deciding your word count you are aiming to write in July and browse the website for the other feature on offer.

If you decide to join me and millions of other writers around the world you will have many other features to access, including chat rooms called cabins. I have created a private cabin called The Fiction Cafe. Cabins are Camp NaNoWriMo’s version of a writing group. Up to twenty writers can bunk together in a virtual cabin to create a personal writing community. Some readers are part of our Facebook writing group so most of our chatting will be done there but this is another option. There are also inspiration writing resources and forums where you can chat with other writers.

I participated in NaNoWriMo in November 2016 and won by writing 52’000 words which created the basis of my first novel Forgotten Memories. In July I will be aiming to write a further 50’000 words which will then create the basic story that I will then edit and flesh out to create my first manuscript. Writing a novel in a month doesn’t mean it has to be completed to submit. It just means you have a basis to perfect! The thought of having a novel written by the end of July is an amazing achievement and I hope that many of you will join me on my writing journey!

 

Madison

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