Hi everyone –
Hope you had a great week! Sorry I didn’t get my blog posted last week. I wasn’t attacked by Audrey II, just swamped with projects. I got some exciting interest in Moonlight, so that was encouraging, but what’s really been keeping me busy is my new book, Blood Moon! J
Starting work on a new book is always a thrill for me. I love getting to know my new main characters and being surprised by the twists and turns the book takes that I never saw coming. So although I’ve still got about 75,000 more words to go, I don’t dread that I’m about to moil away many hours. I’m actually excited to take off on this new adventure without leaving my house… LOL
I’ve also started sorting through my short stories for the new eBook Anthology I’m putting together. I’ll probably set it up for print-on-demand too if you’d rather have a paperback copy. I haven’t quite finished the cover yet, but here’s a sneak peek so far…
I hope to have a table of contents to share soon! If you have any favorites, be sure to let me know and I’ll see if I can get them in! (Since I’m in charge of this one, I’m pretty sure I could clear a passageway for a story or two… LOL)
In the meantime, I stumbled across this story and thought I’d share it this week. Hope you enjoy it! J
My Prison – By Lisa Kessler
Raindrops pelted the aluminum siding, echoing through the emptiness inside. Thick black clouds blocked the sun, and wind rifled through the trees. Branches reached out with gnarled fingers to scrape on the windows, sending shrieks through the dark forgotten rooms. The loose front door creaked open on rusted worn hinges, singing a silent song of sorrow.
This was my house.
Cobwebs wallpapered every corner, painting the walls a dingy brown with the collecting dust. Occasionally animals wandered inside for shelter. Rabbits, snakes, lizards, rats, mice, even a pair of raccoons who used their busy hands to unscrew the remaining knobs from the cabinets in the kitchen. The open cupboards were bare except for the cracked remains of faded shelf lining. Warped linoleum covered the floor, the seams no longer joining together.
This was my house.
Wind poured through the broken glass at the end of the hall, blasting the worn window seat that used to overlook the flowers. How many days had I sat in that spot dreaming up fantastic tales? One day I might be a princess, and I would look out and see my Prince slaying a dragon for true love. Or if I were a singer, I would see an audience outside cheering and applauding me. If I was feeling lonely, I might picture myself as a wanderer from another planet. My imagination ran wild from my seat at the window. Shards of shattered glass were all that remained of the window now.
This was my house.
Stale air hung thick in my bedroom. Moth holes decorated the bedspread my mother made for me years ago. I lost count of how many. The embroidered outline of a little girl still remains, her button eyes stolen by animal visitors. The sunlight faded the rose color from her cheeks and lips, aging her timeless features, leaving behind a pale dusty ghost of who she once was.
I am that girl, and this was my room.
Trapped here in this web of memories, I’m lost in the present, and a prisoner of the past. I can see my home, but I cannot repair it. I can sing songs, but there is no music. I reach out, but I cannot touch. My spirit aches, but I feel no pain.
I don’t know how long I’ve been here. I don’t know how long I’ve been gone.
What will happen to me when the rain and wind finally reclaim these walls? When my house no longer stands, where will I go? Will I wander the wilderness? Will I be free or will I be lost? I don’t know what to wish for anymore. Despair has become my prince and loneliness my guardian.
As the rain turns to drizzle, the sun peers through the dark clouds. I can see the sunlight sparkling, dancing on the pond outside my shattered bedroom window. I fell in that pond once.
The light dazzled me on the smooth glass of the water. I reached out to touch it. The shock of the cold water still stings me when I remember falling in. The chill embraced me and pulled me under. I am not sure how long my body lay in the water before my parents found me.
I watched their sorrow, but I could not wipe their tears.
They moved away after the accident. No one has been here since. The bushes have grown over the narrow dirt road that once led to this house. I wonder if anyone remembers it ever existed. I wonder if anyone cares. I cannot leave this place, and even death cannot save me now.
Death put me here.
This is my home.
This is my prison.