Now it all feels even more real, to see my latest works in paperback, not just on Amazon in e-book. To feel it physically in my hand makes my heart race! Didi Oviatt and I done it!! Our debut work together in one anthology all 50,000 odd words of it. So proud to have this author’s name on a cover with mine, she’s extremely talented and a friendship has grown. The covers look fantastic, even if I say so myself. Really chuffed with both books. Didi and I will be back at the end of July… which is like next week! With Kim and Didi’s Suspenseful Collection spinning tales for you. I look forward to it.
REBLOGGING MY OLD FAVOURITES I ENJOYED WRITING 🙂
Ok, so this week, I’ve seen MiracleGirl’s (awesome) word prompt writing challenges, and decided to continue on from the short crime fiction story I wrote for week #5’s challenge, that was her ” Negative Thoughts” writing challenge. If you’ve not read the first half of the challenge’s short story already you can by clicking here. This is the continued short story in response to week #7’s writing challenge. Write a short story using the writing prompt: “make yourself comfortable I’ll be back in a minute“.
Short Story Continued: Negative Thoughts
My mind for one second quietens down, it’s like I manage to tune out the voices in my head. I stop rocking. I look around and take in my surroundings, as if seeing them for the first time in the whole ten years I’ve been detained in this mental institution. The metal frame bed creaks underneath my fragile thin bones, as I move forward and really look around. A dirty brown sink with a leaking tap in the corner, a bedside table- no bedside lamp of course. Oh no “health and safety” they don’t trust me not to smash it to pieces or even worse smash it against one of the many nurses, who check on me every 15 minutes as part of the suicide watch I’m constantly on. A pile of books over in the corner, most of them I’ve read twice over. And that’s it, my home- bare to the bone. A large metal door with a cut-out toughened plastic glass window takes up the top half of the door, this separates me from the outside world. They look in, I look out. We play a game- we see who has the balls to stare the longest. Normally it’s me, I love freaking them out-especially the new ones. I stare right through them with a half smile on my face. They can’t stand to look at me for a full 30 seconds, these nurses on suicide watch are weak. They all think I’m a nut job so naturally I give them what they want, for my own entertainment of course when the mood takes me. To them, as long as I’m breathing, not bleeding, or chocking that’s all they care about.
The absence of the voices in my head allow me to think back clearly to the day. The day my life changed…. I murdered every living member of my immediate family. I go back ten years in my mind to the day I was arrested, and charged with murder as a minor at just 16 years old.
“Sit down, make yourself comfortable.”
The Detective said to me as he loosened my handcuffs in interview room 2, at the police station.
”I’m Detective Jones and this is Detective Brown. Today is 27th July 2015, this interview is being recorded via tape.”
”For the purpose of the tape, please confirm your full name and date of birth?”
“Sophie, Sophie Lambert born 14.02.99.” I responded.
”And for the purposes of the tape, sir please confirm your name?”
”David Stephens, Sophie’s solicitor- here to protect her rights and interests today while she is interviewed under caution as she’s a minor.”
“Sophie, you’re under arrest for the murder of your father, mother and younger brothers you do not have to say anything, but anything you do say may be used against you as evidence in a court of law. Do you understand?”
I stare at him, smile sweetly and nod.
”Sophie, what happened tonight? Start from the beginning please.”
“It wasn’t me.”
”Sophie, let’s not play games we arrested you with matches and petrol in your hands, it’s all over your clothes you smell like a petrol station. What happened if it was not you?”
“She told me to,she done it.”
”Can’t you hear her? She’s laughing at you Detective Jones.”
I started to laugh along with my voice in my head at this point, I remember I pointed at Detective Jones and looked over his shoulder behind him and laughed.
”Sophie, this is not a game… who is SHE and what is her name god damn it. 4 people are dead murdered in a viscous house fire. You were the one at the crime scene with petrol and matches.”
Detective Jones slammed his fist down on the plastic table to punctuate his annoyance with me.
”I hear her all the time, only I hear her- she makes me do things .It’s not me she uses my body but it’s not me. She said it was for the best.”
”Sophie, are you saying that you hear actual voices out loud telling you things? Can you clarify this please?”
I remember, I stared directly into Detective Jones’ eyes deadly serious with my response. He had heart I gave him that, he never looked away. He wasn’t scared to look into the eyes of a murderer and push them into a confession, all in a day’s work to him I could tell. That pissed me off, he did not believe me, all he wanted was a confession not to help me or see why I really done it. No one believed me not even my parents. I heard these voices all the time for well over a year. No one ever thought to check if I was OK? How I was feeling, why I was crying, harming myself, track marks the length of my full inner arm showed the evidence of how disturbed I was at the time I committed murder.
I snatched up the cup of water in front of me, and threw it all over Detective Jones and his smug face-ass-hole. Detective Jones jumped up out of his seat, while Detective Brown flew around to my side of the table to handcuff me. I didn’t protest, I let him have his kick out of handcuffing a minor 16 year old girl. I looked Jones in the eye, raised an eyebrow and pouted. This guy’s a prick I thought to myself, I decided I no longer liked him he was just like the rest, he didn’t want to help me get better and stop the voices, he wanted me in jail.
”She said you don’t believe me and you’re laughing at me?” I pouted at Detective Jones again and added with a sinister look and low whisper ”She also said… Detective you were having inappropriate thoughts about me just now. Is that true? I am a minor you know.”
Detective Jones shook his head and sighed.
” You’re a nut job kid”
” You need help young lady, I’m ordering a psychiatric report- interview terminated at 21 hundred hours.”
With that Detective Jones, stopped the recording and started to dry his suit down with tissue paper. He leaned in close to me, put his face in mine and looked me dead in the eye, he was so close I smelt the coffee on his breath
” Take a seat, make yourself comfortable (Sophie), I’ll be back in the minute. Young lady you’ll be here for a while.
I spat at him as he and his side kick Detective Brown walked out of the interview room, leaving me and my solicitor alone. Jones called over his shoulder .
” You’re 16 years old young lady, you better watch that smart mouth of yours!”
I pouted again, and then I heard her she said ” don’t worry we’ll make sure he gets what’s coming to him.”
REBLOGGING MY OLD FAVOURITES I ENJOYED WRITING 🙂
Never meant to hurt anyone or to start that fire it just happened, a call for help rather than a malicious act of unkindness. If I’d known it would have hurt others I would never have done it. I wasn’t in the right state of mind. I sit here in my room on my bed, head down rocking back and fourth, for 10 years I’ve been detained under the Mental Health Act 1983 for a crime I did while not in the right frame of mind, plagued with negative thoughts.
Each year that passes, I think this year is the year they’ll release me. I can move on with my life. Instead they shuffle their papers and stare at me like a science project ,through the window. I’m watched observed day and night.
Grief , misery, loneliness and regret are my daily thoughts and feelings. I grieve over the lives I claimed with my actions it wasn’t me it was the negative voices, I’m miserable as my life for 10 years has been within the confinement of these 4 walls, I’m lonely as no one thinks to come and visit me, and I regret that I did not speak up sooner and say I hear negative voices within me, I regret my
Actions from all those years ago. My community no longer see me as one of them, this is a small town and word gets around, they whisper in the shadows about me my name is folk law around these parts.
Time is a great healer they say, I’m not healed, I don’t think that I ever will be. Not until these negative voices leave me. Why did I do it? What were you thinking ? The police questioned me for hours. As I stood on the stand in court charged with murder and arson the jury looked at me closely debating -am I am murderer? Or just a girl disturbed.
I had a father, mother and 2 brothers I was the eldest of 3.
Very rarely did anyone stop to think, is she OK? Does she feel in the right state of mind today? Has she heard those voices again today?
Each year these voices would plague me.
Talking to me , tell me to do things, make me believe that people were after me. The negative thoughts were always on replay in my mind; before the fire, before my outburst.
How could they miss the signs that my mental state was slowing on a steady road to decline. I never did drugs if that’s what you’re thinking, I never drunk alcohol if that’s what you’re thinking. I left that to my father and constantly depressed mother.
One hot summers day, I was out in the yard sitting under the large oak tree, the voices started talking to me; I watched my father in the yard sweating and grunting chopping up wood. As his swigged his beer and looked over at me
Ugly voices told me, ” get him before he gets you” ” get him before he puts his grubby hands on you again”. Negative thoughts ran through my mind as I watched him closely with a smirk on my face. He yelled up at the open window to my mother ” get your ass out of bed you good for nothing women.”Mama was always sad, always needed to lay down I couldn’t understand at the time I was only 16.
Going back over the events of that day , the day I burned down that house with my family inside I rock, back and forth my arms wrapped around myself. The nurse walks past, every 15 minutes.
‘‘How are you today” they say to me every day, ” I’m fine” and I rock, I sway. I count down another day… how many until my release day? Criminally insane they labelled me I guess I will never get to see my release day.
Tomorrow is another day, I rock, sway and I prey for all these negative thoughts to go away just for one day. Day in day out there is no pause button this is my reality every day as the
Seasons pass me, spring, summer, autumn and winter. Years pass me but these negative thoughts never seem to leave me.
**My gosh! This challenge was tough I really did not know which way to go with this one thanks MiracleGirl for another writing work out !**
TO GET YOU IN THE MOOD FOR THE CHALLENGE THAT DIDI AND I ARE DOING.. REBLOG OF MY FAV CHALLENGES!
Gabriel clenched his teeth feeling the porcelain slide. He took a deep breath, relaxed his jaw. “You have two choices,” he said, “you can leave on your feet or on a gurney…” (Continue to write about who Gabriel is and who he is talking to.)
Gabriel looks Sanchez in the eye he waits for his response. He is losing his patience with this no good snitch. Gabriel pulls back the trigger on his gun and steps forward, pushing his face in front of Sanchez. The two men square up. At six-foot-two, Gabriel towers over Sanchez’s five-foot-ten height.
“I’ll say it one more time for you Sanchez, just in case you never heard me correct.”
“Who the f*ck ratted out on me? If it wasn’t you then who?”
Placing the gun to the right- hand side of Sanchez’s temple, he continues.
“You can leave on your feet, or on a gurney Sanchez. Now who the f*ck—“
“All right, all right, like I said it wasn’t me Gabriel, you know I’d never do that”
“Keep talking Sanchez.”
“I was over at the bar yesterday, I heard whispers that Don wants to settle an old score with you.”
“The Nag’s Head— Over in Camden Town.”
“So you’re saying Don O’Conner ratted me out to the poe-poe, as he has an old score to settle—right?”
“Right, it could have been him.”
Gabriel lowers his gun and takes a step back from Sanchez. He looks him up and down. A fully-grown man tied up to a wooden post in the centre of a south London warehouse. He can’t help but laugh at the sight of Sanchez in nothing but his underpants. He circles him, like a lion about to pounce. Racking his brain over what score Don would want to settle. Then again, Gabriel North has a reputation as one of the most feared men in London, he has made plenty enemies. He hails originally from Birmingham in the midlands, but moved south after he realised the streets of London really can be paved with gold— the black market is booming down south in London.
“Now why would Don want to rat me out to the police Sanchez?
“He got wind of the deal you made with Joe, from what I heard Don wanted to get in there first— take over that area of London to distribute his goods to.”
Gabriel pauses to take in what Sanchez has said. He has a point, the deal he made with Joe in reality is an invasion on Don’s patch.
“You better not be lying to me Sanchez?”
Gabriel, pokes Sanchez in the chest with his gun to punctuate his question.
“No sir, that’s what I heard”
“All right, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. I want you to head over to the Nag’s Head and find out what else Don’s up to.”
“You want me to inform on him?”
“Yes, and you better be worth the time I’m giving you to do it—I want answers and fast”
Gabriel nods to his henchmen in corner of the dark warehouse, as a signal to un-tie Sanchez. At least he has a starting point. He now knows who ratted him out to the poe-poe.
His next move is to find out exactly what it will take for Don O’Connor to retract his statement to the police. Be it money, a threat to him and his family or worse death, Gabriel doesn’t care. Don will be the next visitor to his warehouse, as soon as Sanchez informs him of exactly what Don is up to.
To be continued! I actually have to stop writing ( sigh) the phone rang-I have visitors on the way to see us today. So I guess I better start the housework and change out of my pyjamas. I’ll be back.
TO GET YOU IN THE MOOD FOR MINE AND DID’S CHALLENGE RE-BLOGGING SOME OF MY OLD FAV WRITING PROMPTS.
#MiracleChallenge writing prompt for this week!
Write a short story using the below sentence prompt
Everyone has a dark side so they say, we met some years back, it was the spring of 2009 back in my first year of college. I thought meeting him would be the start of something new, just like spring when flowers bloom. We got to know each other slowly, he was like a breath of fresh air at first just want I needed, dinner, movies, concerts we had a great time. By the summer of 2009 I was convinced it was love! By October as the season turned to autumn so did he, he turned, his dark side came out no more Mr Nice Guy.
It was just little things at first I noticed were weird about him, his fascination with death and dying, being immortal which he somehow thought he was. ” What a joker” I’d say to him ” you’re weird mate, no one is immortal, no one lives forever.”
He’d always want to go to the cemetery just ” for a walk” he’d say, who the hell goes to the cemetery ” just for a walk” ? Ropes, chains and duck tape started to appear around his home, when I’d go over on a weekend and ask him what they were for, he’d laugh it off and say he was just doing some DIY around the house. I thought nothing of it, bought the story after all he’s a man they do DIY all the time don’t they… Is that normal ropes, duck tape, chains and all sorts? I wouldn’t have minded at all if it was some kind of kinky sex game he wanted to try out with the ropes and tape, hey, I read 50 Shades of Grey- Mr Grey is H.O.T, he could tie me up anytime if that was is thang. I’d tease him, ask him when he was ganna tie me up and make love to me? He’d just look at me with a sinister look in his eye and a smirk on his face- not a look that said he’d tie me up and show me a good time. Still, I brushed it off as nothing, he was perfect we were in love … remember.
As October progressed Halloween rolled around we were at a friend’s party we dressed up as vampires with matching teeth and fake blood. I must admit he looked pretty hot, think of Eric from True Blood, my spine tingles at the thought of how good he looked, slick hair, pale skinned, dark eyes, black suit and tie, sinister. Me I went all out with my stockings and suspenders, 4 inch heals and corset under a cape fake bite marks all up my thighs I made a very sexy vampire, we were the centre of attention when it came to costumes.
Something strange happened, at midnight we went outside for some fresh air and a smoke, as I lit my cigarette he looked up at the sky and said in low tones ” it’s a full moon” he let out some kind of growl too. I said to myself this guy he has a dark side. My mind went back to the ropes, chains and duck tape, now he was growling at the fucking moon? What was this??
He grabbed me, bit me hard on my left breast, hard enough to draw blood I screamed out loud ” what the hell are you doing you werido?” I pushed him off and took a step back. The night air was so cold I could see his breath in the air and the heavy rise and fall of his chest. He looked me dead in the eye and said
” The freaks come out at night” he laughed as he licked my blood from his lips. I looked down at my breast and the mark that remained from his bite.
That’s when I said to myself this guy’s weird everyone has a dark side, (which) he doesn’t show to anyone.
TO GET YOU IN THE MOOD FOR MINE AND DID’S CHALLENGE I’M RE-BLOGGING A FEW OF MY FAV WRITING PROMPTS 🙂
You’re a customer laying face down on the floor during a bank robbery. Describe the robbery from this view point.
“All right, nobody move everyone down on the floor.”
I’m standing in line almost next to be served at the local bank on the high street, I turn around at the sound of male voices yelling and commotion at the door, did I just hear right? My God. Yes I did it’s Monday morning I came in to pay an overdue bill now I’m in the middle of a stick up, three masked men waving guns at me …. and my baby boy! Are behind me. I watch everyone behind me in the line drop like flies, and customers start to scream and plead for their lives
” That includes you lady, get down you and the boy!” ”OK, cool I heard you just don’t shoot all right I have my son with me.” The words fly out my mouth before I have a chance to think what I’m doing, I’m arguing with a man with a gun! Kim, be cool. ”Mama, ha ha!” I hear my baby boy start to laugh as he thinks it’s a game, in slow motion I watch him run toward the three men at the door waving their guns. ”Get back here” I grab my baby boy’s hand and cover his eyes, he starts to cry and yell we get down on the floor slowly. I hold on to him tight and try to calm him down he’s shouting and screaming. ”Keep the kid calm, and nobody gets hurt.” I bite my lip and cut my eye at this ass hole, and in my mind start to pray they get the money and get the hell out.
Laying here on the dirty grey carpet of the bank , I turn to the left and right slowly and calmly I watch everyone around me freeze, I make eye contact with an elderly lady in her 60s and I think of my own mama. I want to reach out to her and bring her close to my baby boy and me, I can see the terror in her eyes.
” Hey, lady I said get down, don’t look up and don’t move the old girl’s fine.” Me like a fool I look straight up at the masked man pointing a gun at me and back at the elderly lady and offer her a nervous smile. I cuddle my baby boy closer and cut my eye again at the masked man. Lord, I know I’m not the most religious person out there and I know I don’t go to church and I hope you don’t think I only turn to you when I’m in trouble, but please keep us safe. In my mind I pray… hard.
From the corner of my eye to the left I see one of the three men run up to the counter and put his gun in the young pretty cashier’s face, she throws her hands up higher and screams. I look to the right while the other two walk around the customers lying on the floor making sure no one moves a muscle. Waving their guns around trying to breathe fear into everyone- it’s working. I hear sobbing, small cries, coming from a lady behind me. I glance around she looks about my age in a smart suit and an engagement ring on her left hand. The poor thing, she’s probably thinking she’ll never make it to the alter.
” Hey, lady you wanna get outta here alive today or what?”
I turn around quickly facing the front and put my head on the floor.
“Mama, I wanna go now” ” Ok, son, we be gone soon it’s just a short game it be over soon and-” ” But mama!”
“Shut the kid up!”
“Sorry he’s only two what do you expect!” There I go again, that smart mouth with no filter my own mama said would get me into trouble. In slow motion I watch one of the masked men walk up to me, he comes close I tighten my grip on my son and meet his eye trying to show no fear I need to show my boy it’s OK. He leans down close to my face , lifts me by the scuff of my dress and shouts at me.
“Keep the kid calm, no one gets hurt.” He drops me like a hot cake and walks back over to the counter.
“Mama-” “Shhh baby.”
” Fill up the bag, quick, c’mon c’mon b*tch what’s taking so long and don’t even think about pressing any alarms or you’re toast you hear me?”
”All right, OK OK just please don’t hurt me.” I watch the cashier’s face turn bright pink and she breaks out in a visible sweat as she slowly opens her draw, and starts to fill up the masked man’s black bag with money.
” Hurry up!” ” We aint got all day!”
I turn to my right and follow the voice demanding the cashier hurry up, it’s one of the two watchmen he’s nervous, I can tell by the way he is hopping from foot to foot bouncing around looking left and right, like a startled rabbit caught in a head light.
“B*tch I said move, get that money and fill up the bag hurry!”
” Hey, hey I said don’t move!”
I wrap my baby boy up tighter in my arms and watch one of the two watchmen move closer to the counter from my left, as he shoots at the screen at the man behind, the man ducks. It’s bullet proof and the stray bullet hit the glass and fires back at him- dumb ass does he not realise that this is not the movies, glass in a real bank is toughened ready for jerks like him. I watch the bullet backfire and hit him in the left shoulder.
”C’mon we gatta go, Sean’s been hit let’s go let’s go!” ” I turn back to my left raising my head slightly, and watch the nervous second watchmen bounce around and wave his gun in the air gesturing to his accomplice at the counter to hurry up.
”Wait, one more bag- b*tch move, get the money!”
The pretty cashier starts to cry and sob.
“The masked man at the counter turns his attention to the male cashier his accomplice fired at. “And you, get out here and on the floor did you press the button? Did you call the poe-poe on us?”
Another shot this time from the masked man at the counter, aiming for the male cashier accused of raising the alarm, he misses thank God. The cashier ducked again and ran out the back.
“I’m bleeding man we got to go! This is DNA everywhere we’ll get caught for sure!”
“Ah s*it, let’s go man, he’s right.”
I turn back around to my left and watch as both watchmen start to worry and panic, waving their guns and looking over their shoulders in a worried state. In the background I hear sirens coming.
“What, What no way man ahh no way.” The masked man at the counter grabs the two black bags of money and heads towards the door, I watch him pass me, he trips and falls he never saw my son’s toy car lying on the floor.
“Ha ha mama- car look.” I cover my baby boy’s mouth and look up at the masked man scrambling to his feet, his two accomplices are already half way to the door and the sirens are near. Too late the poe- poe are here! I’m too scared to turn around toward the exit but I do I risk it, and I see two London Metropolitan police cars and a van pull up outside the bank. More than 10 police officers jump out.
” Hands up, don’t move put your guns on the floor” I hear one of the male officers shout in a deep booming voice. I pray there’s not a shoot between the poe-poe and the villains, I want them caught but I don’t agree with police bearing arms and shooting- no matter the race of the villains or what they’ve done.
“What we ganna do now! Man?” Masked man one looks around at the other two.
“I’m bleeding like crazy, we got to get out of here!” Masked man two I watch clutch his left arm trying to stem the bleeding. It is not working, blood is all over the dirty grey carpet where he was stood keeping watch.
“Head out the back.” The third masked man and clear ring leader instructed.
All three masked men U-turn and run pass me and all the bank customers still lying face down on the floor. I raise my head and watch them jump over the counter- black bags in hand of course. One of them even has the cheek to stop and grab some more money. The officers run in waving their way around the bodies on the floor and head out the back. Guns to the ready and I pray some more.
“Hands up, there’s no where to run boys, this is it game over! ” The deep male voice boomed again.
I hear the sound of guns drop on the floor and hand cuffs firmly being placed on. I raise my head slightly and watch the three masked men being led out by the police and into the awaiting police van.
“All right, everyone up please, is anyone injured do we need an ambulance?”
So much for a quiet start to the week for me.
This week, I shared with you a little flash fiction, it was a snip-it from the current novel I’m writing. The genre is thriller! ( Yeah baby!), I introduced you to Charlotte Price- Smith the main female lead in my story. Here’s a little background on the story itself. I have named the story ” In the Name of Love.”
Charlotte, (thirty- five in the present day) has been convicted for the murder of her ex- lover’s wife five years ago. Both she and her ex-lover were on trial for the murder at the time. They both had a motive for murder. Her ex- lover Joseph, is actually an old school friend. She met him years later when the affair started, he has a shady background also. He is actually one of London’s notorious drug dealers, trying to make his money and leave that life behind. He spends a lot of time between London and Amsterdam. The two go on trial.
Due to some incriminating evidence the jury leaned toward Charlotte as the guilty party. That and the fact that she is sadly, mentally ill she was diagnosed a paranoid schizophrenic at the age of eighteen, but hid it well from her lover and everyone else who did not know her well, when she was in the free world.
At thirty, she’s trialled for murder, and sentenced to time in a mental institution as apposed to prison due to her mental ill health. The Judge thought she was at the time criminally insane. Charlotte has pleaded not guilty from day one, and in fact feels she was framed by her lover. Five years later, aged thirty -five she has a score to settle and wants to clear her name. While fighting to have her case reopened and heard in court again,which she does manage to achieve due to advances in DNA matching five years later, she falls in love again… I won’t give away all the details.
Readers will learn who the real murderer is….And have a some what shocking surprise!
I won’t say too much! But I will say, this is not a predictable story, the “who-done-it” will surprise you, the character line up is diverse, and you will be transported between London, Amsterdam’s Red Light district and the Caribbean as a reader. You know me I like to keep it suspenseful, modern and engaging so I hope it will be an enjoyable story.
I’ll do another flash fiction snip-it soon so stay tuned! But for now here is the one I did earlier this week. Click here.