Any Minute Now

Hey everyone, this is a FictionPress I have just recently done, I thought you might want to have a read and tell me what you think. The link is at the bottom of the page if you want to read it on the site and if you go into the 'My Stories' page then you can read the preface there.

Any Minute Now

Summary:

My life has been lost in time since the start. I don’t know where I am from or where I am going, just that each time I die I wake up in a different place, past or future, from where I was before.

Preface - The beginning of the end

I felt my heart running fast in my chest as I turned the next corner into the next street and through the next big crowd that had gathered today to celebrate the queen’s coronation. I had been in London, England for the past 2 years, living as an honest maid and servant to a small mansion that was situated up in Mayfair. For me going 2 years without being shot, stabbed or kidnapped was anything short of a miracle and I have enjoyed living in peace and tranquillity with genuine friends and a real job.

Any who, it was fun while it lasted and I had had a good run living quiet for a while but my past, or I guess you could say future, caught up with me as it has done many times before. I have yet to learn why I have always got a big mafia looking gang chasing after me and wanting my head everywhere I go. It is always such trouble having to hide out so thoroughly all the time, but I have to say at least it keeps me on my toes. Where ever I am, where ever I go, there is always someone who doesn’t like me and doesn’t want me in there era, which would be fine with me if they didn’t make such a fuss about it all.

You see, there are some people who know about my particular ‘gifts’ and don’t like me because of it and think I am a threat to their very being, which makes no sense as I have never threatened or killed anyone... yet. See, this is the problem with being a time traveller, you never know what you’ve done and so when people try to confront you about it you end up apologizing about things you haven’t even done....yet.

“I’m sorry, excuse me,” I said to the people in the street, giving them my utmost apologizes and then running as far as I could until the next gathering of squealing children or gossiping mothers. This was rather easy for me, dodging in and out of crowds as when you have been chased as many times as I have, you tend to pick up a thing or two. Luck was also on my side in the fact that the men who were following after me were great big brutes and so crowd dodging was, I’m guessing, not one of their specialities.

“Got you,” I heard a deep voice from behind me. Well, serves me right for being so arrogant, guess you can crowd dodge, and with this thought I ducked down and crawled under the table that had been so perfectly placed a few feet to my right. You can imagine it, cant you? This beautifully coloured street, full of people on the sunny afternoon of June 2nd, 1953. Just picture the tables and tables lined up against each other on the small council estate, and all the effort that was put in by the community, by every hand that was available so to hang the bangers and balloons. There are drinks and smiles and laughter and joy in every direction as the women talk about how lovely the queen’s dress was, and how the men bragged about being able to get the TV working, after spend hours the night before trying to figure out the bloody thing. Then picture me, oh so sweet innocent me, just come out of work still wearing my maid outfit and a messy bun coming loose as I legged it as far away from the big scary men wanting to kill me as I could, and now as I crawled on my hands and knees though spilt drinks and discarded cakes that had been kicked under the table. Lovely thought, is it not?

As I reached the end of the row of tables I quickly got up from where I was hidden and without even looking back made my way as far away from the men as I could, who were still – hopefully - caught up in the crowds. I saw a huge green just over the road from where I was now, and seeing there was a collective of tree on the other side, decided that was where I should head. Isn’t it funny that when in such times of desperation to preserve your own life, you think of the funniest things to do that make no sense and in doing these things will end up resulting in your immediate death?

The fact with me is that when I die I still live on in a different time zone and so death shouldn’t be such a scary thing for me, knowing I am going to just wake up again when my life ends in this era. But you don’t understand, having to go through death as many times as I have is something horrific as death is not as simple as it might seem, well it may be for everyone else but not for me. Every time I die I feel everything just shutting down and slowly ending, and there is a split second of nothingness. This feeling of nothingness is not relaxing like sleep but fearful like the dark, and in it you don’t know what could come and take you away. Fortunately this feeling lasts for hardly a second and in the next moment I am in some random time, no idea where on the planet I am.

As I ran across this wide open space of grass, I asked myself with utter confusion why I had chosen a wide open space to run across and wondered how hiding in bushes would help me in the slightest. These thoughts, however, didn’t stop me or slow me down. I knew what was to come and, like always the same thoughts crossed my mind, any minute now, any minute now. I ran, hearing to my heart beat speed up and listening out for the tell tale sign of the bang that I knew would be coming soon, but I didn’t hear anything, just a sharp pain in the back of my head and then nothing.

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I hoped you enjoyed my first attempt at putting something up on fictionpress. It is something that has been mulling around in my head for a while and I figured that this was an ideal place to put it.
I have much more of this story to come and I very much hope you follow me though this journey. I do not wish to give anything away but there will be romance and angst throughout.
This is mostly just a taste of what is to come but I shall very soon get cracking on what to do next. I am aiming to make this a to be a short story, maybe of around 10 chapters, but then again you know how you can either run away with the story or if writers block takes its toll. Chapters will be considerably longer then this in future so please don’t like the shortness of the preface put you off. Please tell me what you think of my writing and where you think this story should go. If you have any ideas please don’t be shy... so please review :)

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2877080/1/Any_Minute_Now

What's going on?

So, Christmas is fast approaching and I haven’t updated in quite a while. Well, here I am and this post is all about two things... how my nanowrimo went and about a site I found called FictionPress.
Okay, first with the nanowrimo... I’m not going to lie but I failed epically at the whole thing. I got to about 5 thousand words out of a possible 30 thousand and stopped. I had it all planned out, I would do 1,500 words a day and so by the time I reached the end of November then I would have it all done and even have time to spare. It didn’t work (if you hadn’t of guessed) and I failed miserably at the challenge, not managing to achieve what I wanted. So what happened was I first did about 2,00 words for a couple of days, and then about 1,000 words and then forgot to do it the next day, then was busy the next and then just didn’t do it... all it was about was finding the time and inspiration, and I just couldn’t find it. I also think it was because I am very critical about my work and so whenever I wrote something I found that it wasn’t good enough by my standards and so that kind of dragged me down. Oh well, I guess there’s always next year... and if you wanted to know what my story was supposed to be about, here is the summary...
Drifter
In this world 10 days before you die a ghost will start to follow you round. Only you can see this ghost, only you can hear this ghost and only you know it is there. A young nurse, Samantha Harris, gets blamed for something she didn't do, and now she has the mafia sharpening their knifes and loading their guns, getting ready to kill her. They decide to give her 10 days to prove her innocence otherwise... But what happens when a ghost starts to follow her around?
Please tell me what you think of the synopsise...

On to other news... I have found out about a site called FictionPress. It is run by the same people who do FanFiction; the difference between the sites is, unlike FanFiction, you put up your own work. That means completely original new stories created but budding young, old, whatever writers. I would very much so like to put some of my work onto it one day, but at the moment I have no work to share that I think anyone would be interested in. There are sections for poetry, fiction, essays... EVERYTHING! I haven’t of yet started reading any but if I do I will be sure to put it on the fic recommendation page. So, keep a look out!
(BTW, if you are a fan of the BBC’s Merlin then check out the Fan fiction I have added to that page. I have just started to get into the fics and now, just like I was with twilight, I am addicted).

Goodbye for now and I will try to get some more posts written soon.

http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/717794

http://www.fictionpress.com/u/753811/kjate95