Archive for August 4th, 2011

4th August
written by amber

Calling all readers! I’m having a contest. Vote for your favourite story in the first three months of the Story 365 project.

I began the project on May 1, so July 31 was the last day of the first three months. Soon I’ll be at Story 100 – then only 265 to go!

One of the people who vote for the story picked as the favourite will receive a copy of ‘The Healer’ – the first novel in my Children of the Panther trilogy,which is about psychic healers from Brazil. The contest closes on Aug. 31, so you have plenty of time to catch up on reading the daily stories.

You can vote by making a comment on this post, or on the story that you pick.

“The Healer” was followed by “Darkness of the God.” The final novel in the trilogy, “Stolen Children,” will be out this September. Watch this site for info on the launch and locations for readings.

4th August
written by amber

Jonah on the Wall

When the guy who’s been hanging around Jessie (why can’t I remember his name?) threw me down this old well, he did me a big favour by throwing my wheelchair down with me. He probably thought my abandoned wheels would alert people to my predicament. Otherwise they’d think – what? That I decided to just roll on down the road and leave my friends, my physiotherapist and my hopes for a relationship with Jessie behind?

What the creep didn’t know was that when I’d been to the climbing gym the previous day I’d bought myself a hank of rope. What was I planning to do with it? Probably show off a few moves to Jessie if I could convince her to come with me to a local climbing rock conveniently rigged with bolts. Certainly I’d been counting my chickens before they hatched. She was going out with me reluctantly, not convinced I’d changed from being the jerk I used to be in high school. When I tried to imagine the future, I couldn’t foretell if she’d date me again. And I absolutely had not been able to foretell this turn of events.

I was hungry. I was wet from the muck at the bottom of the well. I didn’t know what time it was – both my watch and cell phone were gone. I’d had a head injury. But I had to climb out or I’d be a goner.

The walls of the well were dirt, criss-crossed with tree roots. As long as they held, the roots were an asset. I rigged the rope into an improvised harness and started up before my confidence could desert me. About four feet up, I tied myself off and rested for a bit. I didn’t think I could be too far down; otherwise I’d have hurt myself more when I was thrown in.

A shallow well had a potential problem, but I wasn’t going to worry about that just then. Instead, I kept climbing, tying one safety line as far above myself as I could before untying the other one, progressing about six inches at a time.

It seemed to take forever to get to the top.

And when I got there, I came up against the problem I’d been trying not to worry about. The well had a cover. It was metal and very heavy. I couldn’t budge it.

The Story 365 project is a year-long marathon of short story writing, with a new story posted every day on this website from May 1, 2011 – April 30, 2012. Stories must be a minimum of 200 words. Please help me by adding first line suggestions in the Comment section.

I’m so sorry – last Thursday passed me by without my remembering that it was my day to write a Jessie and Jonah story and that I’d left poor Jonah down the well. And now he’s still in the well!