I have not been publishing stories for a while, and I think that it is time to change that. I guess I have been concentrating more on my recent dog blogs and have left behind the other types of writing which I really love.
Fiction, both poetry and prose, are where my heart is really at. So, it is time to get back to it. I have just started working on a new short story, at least I think it will be short. I don’t really know where and when it will finish because I am planning on publishing it in short pieces. Then, we will see where it goes.
So expect the first, short, part of the story to appear soon. I am planning regular additions to the story, so you shouldn’t have to wait too long for the next installment. I hope it proves interesting, it is an experiment for me, as well as being motivation to keep writing and publishing the story. Let me know what you think as the parts appear, and I hope you enjoy it.
© Neil Hayes and neilhayeswrites
It can be an addiction for some, and for those it can be hard to understand the aversion that others seem to hold for it. Many people fall somewhere between these two extremes, most people do it in some form. But, why do we read stories?
Many people say reading fiction is an escape. Going into another world, which is different to our own. Is our own world so bad? For some it is and therefore books must seem like a raft taking them to safety. Most of us have a fairly comfortable life, but with comfort often comes monotony, then we are searching for the different. That could mean magical worlds filled with mythical beasts, or it could simply involve being transported to distant lands that we wish we could visit.
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Sitting on one end of a wet, empty bench. Looking along a line of uneven slats which are wavering towards the horizon. Today they are deserted but I can’t help but wonder what life they have seen. How many conversations have been had? Relationships will have been started and ended in these spots. Fun will have been had. Everything from secretive teenage drinking to classical recitals,for the more mature, will have taken place here. Even if these are no longer the original benches, then the ghosts of these past events will still linger on.
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