Here is a short story I’ll be putting out in small sections.
Blackwater – Part One
The rain had never come down so hard as it did that night. Samuel looked out to the window near the front door and saw water running down the pane. It wasn’t the type of rain that the water had to accumulate enough weight to begin rolling down. Tonight there was no standing water. It poured down at an alarming rate.Thunder crashed and roared after a flash of light soared across the dark sky.
There were many things to be worried about that night. The rain threatened to flood his simple house. Already he was afraid to check the cellar. The moon had disappeared many hours before, just as the storm began. It wasn’t covered by storm clouds, but just dimmed until it dissolved into oblivion. When Samuel looked out his front window and found a sky so dark it seemed to suck the light from the candles lighting the house.
There were strange noises outside. Noises that didn’t come from the violence of a storm, not even a storm that took the moon away. Samuel’s mind wandered for a moment trying to make sense of the sounds he heard. However before too long he stopped himself. Nothing good would come of dwelling on such possible evils, he thought. There were many things to be worried about that night; each one worse than the former. But the most frightening one was the knowledge that Samuel’s brother was out there somewhere.
So I’m kicking off my return from my brief break from the blog with a question for all you writers.
Why do you write? Or maybe we can go back a bit further with, why did you start writing?
I remember back when I was 6, we had a school assignment to write what we would do to help a new student get used to school. I remember enjoying it quite thoroughly, so I kept writing.
My first story which I still have was called Jurassic Park 4. I was a big fan of dinosaurs back then. I also wrote a Lego story because that’s what I was reading back then.
To take a bit of a serious turn here,
I kept writing through my elementary and middle school years because I had a troubled school experience with bullying. Whenever the real world was miserable or sad, I wrote. I created my own worlds within Star Wars and terrible revisions of Texas Chainsaw Massacre. At some point I had the idea to write a full novel. I had just completed a story that was about 50 pages and the thought of a full novel didn’t seem so far fetched anymore.
So that’s my small history,
Why do you write? Why did you begin writing?
So I know that there a lot of posts and articles pertaining to this topic, but there seems to be a never ending amount of people who are just unsure about it.
The first time I told my family I published my book when I was 16, they either didn’t believe me or thought I got scammed. Now neither of these were true but there’s a few things you need to know before you either write it off, or jump head first into it.
The million dollar question is, IS IT FOR YOU?