The opening sentence for the Featured Fiction writing prompt wouldn’t leave me alone this week. Perhaps it’s because I haven’t written anything in a while, and it makes me edgy. Since I had a minute or two today I decided to go with it. It turned into a lesson in what happens when you don’t plan! I often write like that, just see where the story takes me. Afterwards I can generally repair the damage, make sure there’s a beginning, middle and ending – you know all those ingredients a story is supposed to have!
In the end I’m not sure where I was going with it, but at least I learnt something and I’m writing again!
I decided to share it with you regardless, because just maybe you’ll be able to tell me what my inner writer was thinking – I have absolutely no idea!
The Fun House
Who invented the name ‘Sod’s law,’ that’s what I want to know and, is it the same as Murphy’s law, because I’ve got to tell you, here, in this house, the rule of thumb is to expect the worst.
It’s not what the brochures say, the skillful words written by someone who missed their calling as a best-selling author – of fiction. No, the publicity points to a home for children with emotional difficulties (air quotes optional). What the material doesn’t say it that the place is filled with whack jobs, and I’m only talking about the staff.
Sure, the house looks pretty, one could even say idyllic, but here at the funny farm they believe in labels, and we’re paraded like cattle, depending on merit. I never get put on show, they’re too nervous about what I’d say to the plethora of civil servants who march through here congratulating everyone for their service.
The deal is, the powers that be are supposed to be preparing us for integration into society, whatever the hell that means. We’re educated, which is the same as coerced into thinking we will go on to lead independent lives. I guess, in one respect, my solitary confinement teaches me how to be independent, and if it weren’t for the drugs, I might actually like this gig. Most people leave me alone, mainly because they’re afraid. I don’t just hear voices, you see, my friends have the ability to look into the heart of a person and see the truth.
I’m not completely alone. One of my occasional bunk mates, a paranoid schizophrenic who I affectionately call Sam, has a thing for contraband. During his more lucid periods he sneaks me gifts, one of them being this journal, the one thing which keeps me sane. The rest I steal from the barrage of nurses who come to poke sticks at me.
But I’m getting a little off the point. I was talking about the house, and the fact that at least on the inside, things rarely go as planned. It’s like the very foundations are angry at the behaviour of those who preside here. I used to wonder what we had done to deserve such punishment. When we weren’t being abused by our so called guardians, we were being shafted by the house itself; whether it be equipment failure, power cut or something worse.
What I’ve come to realise is, the house is protecting us. So whoever Murphy is, and whether he agrees with Sod’s law, as the staff are prone to muttering, for us, expecting the worst has become our salvation. It kind of blows your mind, doesn’t it?
If you’re reading this, it means Sam got out. He didn’t belong here, anyway, not really. He has good people waiting for him on the outside and though there’s nobody who cares what happens to me, I know there will be people who question his take on the events. Those labels are there for a reason, after all, and not everyone can trust the word of a paranoid schizophrenic, or that’s what I’m told. Whether they will accept my word remains to be seen. But it will make one hell of a story.
You see, we’re tired of living in a place where people want to take away our souls, to exploit us and mould us to fit their own values and expectations. We’re special and so is this house. So we’re going to take it back, and not in the way people expect. This time nobody will see it coming, and even the laws of physics will not be able to explain how a group of children disappeared without a trace.
Worry not, we are where we were meant to be. And perhaps that brochure was right after all. The house is a safe haven for tortured souls the world forgot. So, if you are reading this, my name is Constance Edwards, and I am free.
I hope you’re enjoying the holiday season, and I hope to catch up with you soon.
18 responses to “When things don’t go as planned”
Even something you say was just thrown together without any planning managed to totally grip me. Your ability to get inside the head of a character and embody their ‘voice’ is wonderful.
Thanks, Callum. That’s a true compliment and I treasure it. I didn’t really have any trouble hearing her, but am not completely clear on what she wanted to say! Still, it was fun 🙂
I’m sure she’ll share more with you when she’s ready – and here’s hoping you share whatever it may be with your readers 🙂
Gripping! I want to more about Constance – explore more here I think you have a bigger story on hand here. Sci-fi and mystery that wasn’t over done but really grabs you. Loved it. Of course I just finished “The Fifth Watcher” and loved it (review coming soon), so now I’m thinking a new story for you and your quite talented in this arena 🙂 Hope they holidays were great for you!
Thanks so much, Cassie 🙂 I’m thrilled you enjoyed the Fifth Watcher – it made my day 😉 I may do something with her yet, because I feel she has a tale to tell if I can get it right! But at the moment my head is full of a witch named Maddy whose book is almost complete 🙂 Another adventure for me – this one fantasy! Thanks again. Your support means a lot.
I’m back, I’m a few days late, as the saying goes, things have a way of changing. How you’ve been? i think I will order the book the fifth watcher.
A start of the new year and the same ole things 😛 😉
Happy New Year 🙂 I’ve been good thanks. Hope you have too. It’s the same old thing here too, but it’s a brand new year, so there’s hope in that!
I updated my profile on gravatar to a new name. I think i fits. Aside from that, yeah it’s true what they say, who knows what tomorrow may bring.
I love that expression – very zen 🙂 I will check out your post to catch up.
Indeed it is. by the way, looking at my own pic on my gravatar. I look bemused or putting on a poker face.
passing you a cup of coffee
I have a terrible poker face! Maybe it’s because I’m a sign language interpreter and the language is extremely expressive 🙂 Thanks for the coffee. I needed a cup of jo right now!
Wow! Constance is compelling. Imagine what will come of it if you decide to flesh this story out. I think it she makes too much sense, she may not seem authentic. Loved the snippet, and I’m glad you had fun with it.
Thanks, Gina 🙂 that’s lovely. I don’t think she’s finished with me yet but it will be a while until we talk again!
I know exactly what you mean about talking with her when you can! I look forward to when that happens.
I knew you’d understand 🙂 Thanks for your encouragement. It means a lot.
That’s what friends are for!
So true 🙂