March 2, 2011

New Story Ideas

I've been going through some writing notes in my desk drawer that I'd been meaning to get into the computer. I thought I would share a bit of one of the story ideas I've been working on. What do you think so far?

She held the coffee cup in her hands and watched the lightning strike down out of the sky, as if it were angry at someone or something. It was nights like these that she cherished. Very few could understand and many accused her of being a witch. She would never understand why some people think the way they do. Why fear a thunderstorm and make those who enjoyed them into something just as feared. To her, storms brought a sense of calming. It was better than a day at the spa. Something she’d never really indulged in, but knew was true.

Another streak of lightning struck down from the sky and for a moment the entire night sky lit up. How could someone not enjoy such a beautiful sight. The shrill of the telephone interrupted the moment and she set the coffee cup down and reached for the receiver.

“Hello?” From the other end was silence and then a faint static was her only response.

“Hello?” Silence again and the same static. It was almost as if the static was saying hello back to her.

“Great.” She sighed and said the receiver back down into the cradle of the telephone. The phone lines were down. She hoped the call was an important and could wait until the storm cleared. She started to reach for her coffee cup when the telephone rang again. Picking up the receiver she muttered a quick hello only to get the same silence and static from before.

“Damn it!” She slammed the receiver into the cradle and yanked the phone cord from the telephone’s jack. She was not about to be annoyed by the shrill of the telephone all night long. She picked up her coffee cup and press the realm of the cup to her lips. The shrill of the telephone echoed in her ears. She froze. Ring. Ring. Ring. She slowly set down the coffee cup and hesitantly reached for the receiver. Ring. Ring. Ring. She stared at the telephone cord. It was still unplugged.

With a shaky hand, she picked up the receiver. “Hell-o?” The same silence and then faint static echoed through the line.

“What do you want?” As if it were responding, the static echoed. She slammed the receiver into the cradle and threw the phone across the room.

He stepped off the bus and onto the curb, the sun beating down on him. It had been four long years since he’d been home. He tossed his black leather jacket over his shoulder and ran hand for his greased hair. For a second he wondered why he did ever came back. They’d sent him away, they didn’t want him here. He eyed the drugstore across the road and smiled. Not much had changed it seemed. He crossed the road, steps inside the drugstore and nodded at old Mr. Hampton, the owner.

“Can I borrow the telephone?” The old man seemed off in a trance, so he figured he’d help himself. “Just going to borrow the telephone, ok?”

He picked up the receiver and dialed the number he knew by heart. The line rang once and the operator picked up. “ I’d like to make a call to Esther Churchem.” He said.

“Hello?” The operator responded.

“Yeah. I want to call Esther Churchem.” He tried again.


“I said-” the operator hung up. He stared at the telephone stunned, but then rang the operator again.


“Yeah, you hung up on me.” He said.


“Uhh.” The phone clicked and silence. He stared in anger and rang the phone again. He was going to give her a piece of his mind this time.

“Hello?” The operator responded.

“Listen, I don’t like games.” He said.

“What do you want?” She asked.

“I want to-” he stopped. The familiar click and then silence. He slammed the telephone into the receiver and stormed out of the store was out looking back. As he ever saw that operator he was going to give her a piece of his mind. It was a 2-mile walk to grandmother Esther's house.

Joy Smith also known as The Insane Writer, is the author of the Sci-Fi novel, The Generation. You can email her at She can also be found on Twitter @theinsanewriter. - Enter to Win Royal Secret II Perfume