(Hello, i am asking for adivce about what i have written below, it is the basic plot of the novel i am going to attempt to do for NaNoWriMo. I'm not sure where it will be in the novel though.......i am a new writer! Thanks!)
Natalia Spence thought she was alone in her home. She was doing her favourite thing, writing love stories. The ones where the men always sweep the women of their feet. It was better than doing her maths coursework. She was so engrossed that she didn't hear her Mum's botfriend left himself in with the key he'd been given earlier that day. She didn't here him come up the stairs. So when he walked in to her bedroom there was nothing she could do to escape, nowhere to run too. And life was about to change for Natalia and the rest of her family forever.
Fiona Spence was still at work, sitting at her desk when she got the phone call. It was the police and they were saying something about her daughter, she didn't hear what it is was about though, but she assumed that the little brat had got herself into trouble, probably with that boy that she'd been seeing recently, but as she entered the police station Fiona realised that it was much more than that.
But will Fiona be able to accept the truth?
Monday, 31 October 2011
Thursday, 27 October 2011
A215 Activity 2.7 (Letter)
Dear Natalia,
My daughter, that little bundle I held in my arms 19 years ago. I didn’t want to write you a letter but the fools at the police station said that I couldn’t see you. I don’t know why! I’m not going to hurt you, you’re my little girl! I just wanted to ask you why you are making up these vicious lies. It must be jealousy of course! You didn’t like Stephan the first time you saw him! You didn’t want me to be happy and find love; oh no you wanted me all to yourself! But doing this, making up horrible, horrible things, well you have gone too far! Saying that my Stephan did those things to you, touched you, as if he would ever want a fat little girl! Natalia, just stop this, oh I can’t get over the shame, my Stephan being questioned by the police, being taken away in the middle of his work, and then charged with, well with THAT. How could you? And to say that you were worried he was going to kill you? My Stephan won’t even kill a spider if it crawls through the house, he just throws it outside! Now the trial is coming up, but of course you already know that I’m just begging you please to drop these charges! If you will then I am sure that Stephan and I can forgive you and you can come and live back home with us. But I am telling you now if you don’t then I will no longer consider you my daughter.
P.S I haven’t heard from your sister since that night, so the same will apply to her unless she makes an appearance.
Your Mother
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
My First Useful Freewrite.........
So i have done a few freewrites now, and most have just ended up as rubbish that i can never use in future writing, however, i feel that the piece i am about to share could be the start of something promising. The promt of the freewrite just came from one evening while i was having a bath after a stressful day, and thought how the warm water was feeling to shed all my worries. It is very short but well here it is:
Samantha submerged her head under the hot running water once more. She felt som peaceful underneath it, like each droplet was washing away all the horrible things that had happend that week. Not just the rape, but the looks she had been given as she relayed the story to the officer, the councellor, the doctor, her mum. Most looks had been of concern, pity, understanding. But the looks she had gotten from her mother, hatred, anger, disbelief. But samantha could understand, afterall it had been her mother's husband that had forced himself on herm that had tried to squeeze the life out of her, If it hadn't of been the postman. She wouldn't be re-living it now over and over again.
(Oh my sorry it is so short! Didn't realise!)
Be kind :)
Samantha submerged her head under the hot running water once more. She felt som peaceful underneath it, like each droplet was washing away all the horrible things that had happend that week. Not just the rape, but the looks she had been given as she relayed the story to the officer, the councellor, the doctor, her mum. Most looks had been of concern, pity, understanding. But the looks she had gotten from her mother, hatred, anger, disbelief. But samantha could understand, afterall it had been her mother's husband that had forced himself on herm that had tried to squeeze the life out of her, If it hadn't of been the postman. She wouldn't be re-living it now over and over again.
(Oh my sorry it is so short! Didn't realise!)
Be kind :)
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