Chapter 5 part 3

He sat there for what seemed an age. His tears soaked through the bandages and stung his wounds. When he had no more energy left he simply sat, head in hands, for what felt like eternity. He heard noised outside his cell. People walking up and down the corridor, the jangling of keys. He heard a loud thunk which made him look up. Through a narrow slit in metal door in front of him he saw a set of eyes regarding him for a moment. Then another thunk as the slot was closed again. The sound of footsteps walking away and muffled voices. The there was nothing but silence. He shifted his position again and looked at the palm of his hands. This was the first time he’d done so properly since he woken up.

The cover

If  the still unnamed story ever becomes a real book this is the image I’d like to have as the cover.

http://www.trekearth.com/gallery/Europe/Ireland/photo982070.htm

This is the spire (as described in chapter 1) and a very dark forboding atmosphere. It’s perfect to be honest to capture the mood I’d like to capture in the story.

What’s with the short updates?

Right I haven’t been doing enough regular updates. This is bad because I have the story in my head and a lot of the stuff is here I just need to get it out.

I’m going to be updating paragraph and line by line as I write them because that’s all I can get time to write during the day.

Well ok I seem to get creative ideas when I’m sitting in work at my desktop. The I get home, tired from the day with a laptop and the T.V and nothing seems to get written. This is awful of me. I am investing in a new Desktop specifically fro writing because at this stage it makes sense. Now all I have to do is get one in budget (500 euro) Or even better still get one off a friend who’s getting rid of their older desktops (looks hopefully at friends out on the internets)

 Anyway there will be a lot more short updates and then weekly I’ll be consolidating them in one place and updating the chapter page. I’m hoping that this way will help me be a little bit more productive and help people to critique my work a little bit better.

 I’ve also set a Goal for myself that by December I will have 20 chapters.

Chapter 5 Part 2

The world swam for a moment as he got his moved and steadied himself in a sitting position. He was in a prison cell. The past few hours appeared in his head like scenes from a bad film. Flashes of the man falling from the window. The scene below, the rain falling in the broken window. He had a memory, vague and fleeting of the ceiling tiles and the noise of the door being thrown open. Several shouts at him but the words hadn’t meant much. He couldn’t move. Then a man in a white jumpsuit helping him out of his suit. He looked at his hands. There were cuts from the glass underneath the dressings. What had happened? Why had he done such a thing? He hadn’t even thought he was capable of such a deed but here he was in a cell someplace in Dublin City knowing that he would probably be spending the rest of his life in a room similar to this one. He began to cry.

Quick post

Hi all

Seems that I’m getting a steady stream of visitors these days. Thanks everyone for checking in on me on a regular basis. I’ll try to make this worthwhile for everyone.

Since my 1 year anniversary is coming up when I founded this site possibly people can make a suggestion of what I should to celebrate?

Ohh and for those of you who don’t know I’m also on twitter under Leannemellows. Come follow and find out what I do for the rest of the time when not writing.

Chapter 5 pt 1

He woke up on a hard mattress. The first few moments were a blurry eyed daze before his surroundings came into focus. The light was intense and his room was a cold creamy white. The moment he moved he noticed the pain. His hands and knees sent thousands of sharp stabbing sensations through his body.

He looked and his hands were bandaged. That was when he noticed he wasn’t wearing his suit. He seemed to be shod in a blue papery material. His head hurt as he sat up.