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Fiction Writing: Edwina’s Essay Challenge

Fiction writing: door

This evening I thoroughly enjoyed the freedom of fiction writing. I didn’t bring any school work home and I relished the opportunity to just sit and write. A blog challenge had grabbed my attention in my inbox and I was curious to find out more.

Edwina's Essay Challenge

The fab Ritu had written about a one-off writing challenge which came from the blog Edwina’s Episodes. All new to me! This is the snipped from Ritu’s post:

 I thought I would create a little one-off challenge for those of you that enjoy writing flash fiction, and have called it #edwinasessaychallenge. Yesterday as some of you many know, The post Edwina’s Essay Challenge: A Little Flash Fiction Fun appeared first on Edwina’s Episodes.

I hopped on over to visit Judy, the lady behind Edwina’s Essay Challenge, and to check out the instructions on her blog.

Although it has been a long time since I have written just purely for me and with nothing else attached, I needed a bit of gentle coaxing and persuading to post it. I do teach Primary English but I am hoping that any mistakes will be forgiven, especially as I am in the last final days of the term from hell.

Happy reading!

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Time stood still.

Or in this case, seemingly ceased to exist altogether.

I couldn’t believe it. Or did I refuse to believe it? Whatever I might have believed before suddenly didn’t even register in my fractured brain. Amongst the turmoil and knots of neurons thundering through my skull, glistening pearls of frustration, heartache and emotional release gathered onto the lower lashes of my pale blue eyes.

Fiction writing: Blue eyes

In one blink, the pearls morphed into a tidal wave of emotion, sliding over the wrinkles that felt like they had been carved into my face by some merciless force. I made a vain attempt to brush them away from my face. A face I now hardly recognised as I caught a glimpse of myself; ugly dark circles surrounded my once bright and youthful eyes.

Without thinking, a finger started poking at the soft, sagging skin beneath one tear stained eye. It was a few moments before I realised that it was my own finger doing the poking; re-stretching the skin to its once rightful place.

The reflection of this strange woman continued to stare back at me. Numbness was beginning to creep its way into my bones as I stayed, hunched, too scared to drag my eyes away and face normality.

Somewhere from deep inside of me, there was still the tiniest spark of hope. It felt way down, buried, almost lost to the depths of my soul, but I could just about feel it there, if I concentrated hard enough. I wondered if it would be enough to get me through the next few hours.

Hours that felt like a lifetime.

A life sentence.

Just at that moment, a cold feeling shrouded me. I could feel the cold dragging its slimy finger up my spine; slowly, almost teasing in its torture. The cold became painful as its fingers branched out into the base of my skull, and reached round to torment my temples.

From out of nowhere, a gigantic sob exploded from within me and escaped out into the open air. My hand soared to my dry mouth, preventing any other sound from fleeing.

As I met the gaze of my reflection once more, I was horrified to see the blank, emptiness looking back.

A loud almost unearthly sound ricocheted around the small, lifeless room I had taken refuge in. Blank walls stood like soldiers; peeling paint hung like lifeless clumps of flesh on bones. Steel bars across smeared windows were another cruel reminder of where I was.

Surely, not much longer now.

The noises were getting louder; eerie screams pierced my very being, making me shudder with dread.

If only there was somewhere else I could go.

My steely gaze swept towards the door; the only way out was into the horror beyond it. In its frame, the door suddenly shook; I felt myself shrink with fear, praying that it wouldn’t open. As long as it didn’t open, I was safe.

Fiction writing: door

Safe from what I couldn’t face.

How long I had stood there for, I couldn’t tell you.

Seconds, minutes and hours merged and became as one.

In a momentary lapse of concentration; I was startled back to reality by the sudden crushing sound of…silence. My tired eyes looked up; ears strained to hear the smallest of sounds.

Suddenly all my senses were on fire; where had this silence come from?

In a flash of intense light and a noise like thunder, the door, the only thing from preventing me meeting the horror that lay beyond it, was wrenched open. Light poured in on me like a raging waterfall; my hands shot up to shield my weary and watery eyes. My mouth shaped like a perfect oval in shock; my voice lost in confusion at being found in such a weak condition.

As I looked on, my eyes found themselves staring at a smile. A smile that was full of positivity and hope. A smile that I very much needed at a time of weakness and vulnerability.

Coming to my senses, my poor frazzled and deteriorating brain clicked into its final gear.

Wet play lunchtime was indeed finally, finally over.

Walking dazedly out of the female staff toilets, it was now only a matter of minutes.

Minutes until the start of the summer holidays.

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If you fancy taking up the challenge don’t forget to let me know so that I can read your work.

Happy writing!

 

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  • Ritu
    March 28, 2017 at 9:15 pm

    Donna that was awesome!!! The feeling all teachers (myself included!) have!!!!! Can’t believe you thought it wasn’t good enough lol!!!
    Loved it!

    • Donna
      March 29, 2017 at 12:47 pm

      Thank you – I really was nervous posting it though. But glad I did 🙂

  • Judy Martin
    March 29, 2017 at 5:13 am

    Well done, Donna! You kept me in suspense right the way through, and I loved the twist at the end too! Thank you for taking part, I enjoyed reading this.

    • Donna
      March 29, 2017 at 12:46 pm

      Thank you! Was a great bit of therapy for the last week of term 🙂

  • Donna
    March 29, 2017 at 12:44 pm

    Thank you – I really was nervous posting it though. But glad I did 🙂

  • willowdot21
    April 5, 2017 at 9:30 pm

    I loved this Donna you had me gripped and fooled right to the end! ❤️💜

    • Donna
      April 6, 2017 at 4:00 pm

      Thank you 🙂 I didn’t plan to do a twist at the end, but I felt it was right to do so!