Below is just a little snippet of fiction, this isn’t going to form part of a story or anything, this is just a taster of how my novels are structured, it’s only a few of paragraphs, but it gives you a fair idea.
I was waiting for him all night to come home, his evening shift kept us apart but at least it bought food for the table and our children didn’t starve.
It made me edgy every night, thinking of him coming home in the early hours, especially as this isn’t an ideal location, it has its problems as do everywhere, but the crime rate is much higher, I’m sure.
But I shouldn’t allow myself to be influenced by what happened to me last month under the pedestrian subway.
Our lives would have been more difficult if we had stayed on benefits, so I am thankful for this job, maybe soon we can move and get away from the area?
That would be nice, to get away from such haunting memories. I see it right there, outside my window every day and every night… that subway should be closed off, it’s a gateway to hell I’m certain of it.
Such horrors I’ve experienced there, such demonic possession that takes a hold of people during the nocturnal hours, such a place should be bombed in by the hand of God.
It’s an unholy and unclean place.
A place where syphilis is set free from aching loins to torment unwilling souls with memories that will swell in them for the rest of their life.
That is my fate.