It has been a while since I have posted and I apologize. The last few weeks have been crazy. Today, however, I have decided to share some spooky writing. I know Halloween was a little bit ago but you don’t have to share spooky stories just around Halloween. Anyways, I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and enjoy this excerpt from my story, The Confession. I will post the story in multiple excepts in the following weeks so stay tuned.
The premise of the story is that a grandma is telling the story of her past to her grandchildren from a second-person perspective. This was difficult to write in and I think it would be fascinating to do a discussion solely on perspectives. Perhaps I will do that next week and put off continuing the short story. Which would you prefer? Let me know in the comments below. I hope you enjoy the paragraphs below!
You may not believe the tale I have to tell you but I swear that it all happened. It happened in my little hometown. What town you ask? Well, this town is long gone. It was wiped off the map decades ago. This tale is unbelievable and even to this day I am questioned and harried by those who cannot accept that there is more to this world than the facts spelled out in textbooks. You nod and tell me that you will believe. Only after you hear my story can you make that decision. Now let me begin.
Narrington was a little town where everybody knew everyone and what happened in one’s life was broadcast. Secrets were never kept and nothing exciting ever happened except for the one bar fight instigated by a news reporter who was desperate for anything to happen. Well, something happened but no one was expecting it least of all me.