My first short story, part I

“Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.”

Albert Camus

Today, I wanted to share with you the first paragraphs of my only fictional short story. I wrote this a few years ago until nonfiction stole my heart. I still read tons of fiction, but can’t seem to write one.

Let me know if you like it in the comments, and whether you want to read the rest or not.

Here it goes:


Just Another Day


A heavy burning pain is pressed against her fragile chest; the shrillness of a shriek for help slashes her heart, salty streams of pearls shower her tiny delicate face; a shallow bubble holds on tightly to its grip on her throat; a blood-rushing wave of loneliness swims in her veins; every cell, embracing her frame, wrinkles with despair.

She shoots rays of light to the gloomy darkness of her nights by sobbing and pouring out her sorrows to the pillow under her head, her only companion.

In the daylight, she hunches her shoulders, caging in the swallowed cries. An iron weight pulls her down every time she marches a step. The thorns protruding from its edges sting her chest, spreading the burn through every living fiber of hers. Weary eyes, pale cheeks, and white lips sit motionless on her face.

Birds are chirping, sun shoots golden rays through puffy clouds, a mild blow tickles the green grass, a halo of home-saturated aroma spreads its steamy grip around her waist.

A sapphire butterfly, with intricate ancient patterns on its wings, bathes in the sunlight. It bounces up and down, imitating jolts of serenity in her body.

There is life in the air.

Her brown hair billows in the gentle breeze dancing around her shoulders. Every breath she takes fills her lungs with an exotic fragrance; the delicious scent of flowers, dipped in ravishing colours, spreading in milky-way-long varieties.

She feels invincible.

She could explode into chuckles and giggles. Her heart sits heavily on her chest. But the weight, no word made up of arbitrary letters can be wrapped around how sweet and comforting the weight is.

Every single beat pours out more joy into the weight, more and more until the joy creeps all over her soul.

Could she be dead?

She is light, lighter than a petal spinning in curves of the wind. In a blink, a crunch of the dead leaf, she is being sucked downwards, as if earth wants to swallow her.

Falling and falling, with no bottom, no end, no smacking onto a hard surface, only drowning in the hollowness.

To be continued

Read the second part here.





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  1. I like this, Em, there’s some beautiful and powerful imagery. It reminds me very much of Ambrose Bierce’s “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge”. Has she committed suicide by hanging herself, or is she just so mentally tormented that she feels like she’s dead or dying?

    1. Thank you Denny, you are much too kind. She is actually in a dream state, I just posted part II, it will make more sense in accordance to the second part.

      1. Just finished part 2. Boy, was I off!

        1. Hope you like part 3

  2. Oh, by the way, I’ll be emailing you soon regarding your proposed project!

    1. Oh yay. Enthusiastically waiting.

      1. I sent it yesterday, have you not received it? Maybe check your spam filter.

      2. I sent it via the “Contact” feature of your blog ’cause I didn’t know your email address.

        1. Oh Oki, I gotcha. Received and replied. Thanks

  3. Really fantastic piece right here! Great description in there.

    1. Thank you x

  4. Great piece of writing. Great at describing.

    1. Thank you x

  5. I love this post!!!! 🙂 Great imagery!!!!! Loved your description of the butterfly . “A sapphire butterfly, with intricate ancient patterns on its wings, bathes in the sunlight.” BEAUTIFUL!!!!

    1. Thank you more than any word is capable of expressing thanks x <3

  6. You have some lovely imagery here; however, I am not quite sure of the plot structure or who the main character is. I would like to read the second part because that might answer some of my questions. Thanks for sharing it.

    1. Thanks for reading this creation of mine, I just posted the second part, maybe it will make more sense now. I’d love to hear your feedback on the rest of this story.

  7. The description is so good would love to read the second part

    1. Thank you, I just posted the second part, I’d love your feedback on that as well.

  8. […] Here is the part II, you can read part I in my previous post. […]

  9. […] is the third and last part of it. You can read part I and part II in my previous […]

  10. Absolutely fabulous!!!

    1. Thank you xx

  11. Intriguing. Going to Part 2…

    1. Em says:

      I’m glad you find it interesting.

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