Creative Writing

Chapter Excerpt #1, “My Son is Missing”

I have started my journey of novel writing.

I just started my first year (and first term) of Graduate School, where I will be earning my Masters of Arts in English and Creative Writing.

I am thrilled!

And I am inspired. I have started writing my first novel.

It’s working title is “My Son is Missing,” and I’m going to be sharing its excerpts with my readers.

I hope you’re one of them!

woman standing among old ruins looking outside,illustration painting

Prologue Excerpt 1

I want to tell you how I lost my son.

I should have been watching, but I wasn’t. That lady found him long after I had misplaced him, and myself. She is his mother now; I am not a mother. She took my husband many days before that, I think, my son was only a baby. I don’t remember either of their names.

That lady found him long after I had misplaced him, and myself. She is his mother now; I am not a mother. She took my husband many days before that, I think, my son was only a baby. I don’t remember either of their names.

Why would she do that?

They weren’t hers to take home. She didn’t win them in a raffle, where she could just walk off with them in a box with a prize-winning bow. That lady I knew once; she was my neighbor. She was so lovely back before I heard the voices.

……

They said she deserved it, so why am I here?

I can’t remember the last time I saw them, these people whom the voices say were my family. I only remember my son; they said he was real and she took him. They said I am no longer a mother, because of her.

The doctors say he isn’t mine anymore, and she has him now. The only people that I knew were real are gone now. That man that says he’s my husband is still here, but he can’t be real, the voices say so. The doctors never talk about him; they say we aren’t supposed to.

……

I want to tell you how I lost my son.

I should have been watching, but I wasn’t. I

I don’t remember his name, but I know she took him.

That lady must be near me, but the doctors say she isn’t.

The doctors aren’t real, but I am.

I should look for him, my son, but I don’t know where I am.

How did I get here? What did I do? Can I ever leave?

 

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