Friday, February 7, 2014

Flash Fiction Friday: The Journal, Part 1

I always thought it would be fun to blog an ongoing series of episodes of a story. Writing a new chapter in the story each week is interesting because I get to discover along with anyone who reads it what's going on in the story. Here's part one of my first attempt at an episodic story.

The Journal, Part 1

Sara's eyes snapped open. The last thing she remembered was the sky on fire, but the sky above her was black and dotted with stars.

"How can this be?" she said.

She remembered all the people dying. The world ending.

So how was she alive?

The ground beneath her was wet. The grass was soft.

Where was she?

Though her back was screaming in agony, she pushed herself up. She was on a hill overlooking a city. A bright and very much alive city.


The city was destroyed. She knew it.

As she was pushing herself up, she felt something leathery under her right hand.

A book. A journal.

She opened it. Several pages were ripped out, and the ones that were left were blank.

Except one.

On the last page she saw words scribbled in black ink.

Despite what you believe, the world ended.
I saw it all, and I know who really caused it.
But if I told you now, your life would be in much more danger than it already is.
What you see is real, but it's not what you think it is.
Just know that you're not crazy, Sara.


Jack? Who is Jack?

Something was wrong. She lived through every moment of the end, but as she looked down at the city below, she saw no evidence of the horrible nightmare she and everyone else went through.

Wait, she thought. The gun shot.

She was shot. She knew it. She passed out from the loss of blood. But the wound in her stomach was gone. Her shirt had been soaked in blood, but now it was untouched.

"I know what I saw," she said. "What's happening?"

Fighting the blurring of her vision, Sara grabbed the journal and ran down the hill toward her home. It shouldn't be there, but somehow she knew it would be.

She ripped open her front door, half-expecting to wake up from this nightmare she found herself in.

Her heart stopped at the sight she saw on couch.

She watched the man she loved the most die at the hands of an evil man, so how could this be?

"Daddy?" she said.

To be continued in Part 2

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