Hi, I’m just recovering from an infection and have made notes on the next chapter or so of Persephone and Hades story. I will write it and get that out to as you as soon as I can:-)
In the meanwhile, here is an old story from high school that I wrote for you to read to tide you over. It was for a contest and had to be a certain length and is rare because it is actually finished!
(c) Alyson Kinley Yurenko
They said they were going to burn her. It would only be for a couple of minutes and then it would be all over, they assured her. She was certain that it would be over, one way or another.
She didn’t know what she had done to deserve this. If they were so eager for blood to be spilt, she would happily oblige. Her fingernails had grown during the last few weeks. If she were to press them hard enough against her wrist… She had no problem with dying; it was the pain she feared the most and being burnt to death was certainly not the way she wanted to die.
She paced the room like a caged lion. There was no way in hell she would think of it as her room!
A woman came in and asked her what she would like for dinner.
"What am I doing here?", she asked.
The woman looked taken aback.
"Oh my dear, haven’t you remembered yet?", the woman asked clucking her tongue like a mother hen.
"Why won’t you tell me?", she shouted.
"Calm down. Go back to bed", the woman said, dragging the reluctant girl back to the bed. "Dr. Beckett says that you must remember on your own, that you have implanted a memory block and only you can unlock your memories of what happened".
The woman was spouting off at the mouth like she was a fanatical disciple and Dr. Beckett was the mistress of some weird cult practicing Freudian psychology.
"Do I have amnesia?"
"How do you know what amnesia is? You’re only twelve! Relax!", the woman said, pushing her back down into bed.
"How do you expect me to relax?!", she yelled, shoving the woman away, "I don’t even know why I’m here or what’s wrong with me!".
"Now you quiet down unless you want me to call Dr. Beckett in here!", the woman ordered, her voice becoming crisp and stern.
"Why won’t somebody help me?", she cried out in anguish after the woman left, pounding angrily on the one way glass.
Her voice echoed mockingly against the rubber walls.
Just then, Dr. Beckett and two men garbed in clinical white attire entered the room.
"Natalie Pierson", one of the men asked consulting a clipboard.
The girl nodded her head nervously.
"Come with us please".
Dr. Beckett and the two men led her down a long brightly lit hallway. One of the men unlocked a door at the end of the hall and Dr. Beckett led her in.
Natalie wondered again briefly what it would feel like to be burned alive all along her nerves, as Dr. Beckett strapped her onto the stretcher. The two men attached several electrodes to her scalp.
Why couldn’t they understand that what she wished for wasn’t death, but love and acceptance, Natalie wondered just before her thin body was wracked with the first convulsion.
~ END ~