From time to time I get ideas for short stories. Sometimes the stories have some sort of sci-fi twist (or “SyFy” if you think that’s how you should spell it. Personally I think “SyFy” is stupid.) and sometimes there’s no twist at all. As I’m sure is the case with many writers, much of what I write comes from some sort of personal experience. Many of those experiences are hidden deeply in the story and are barely noticeable. My mind has a tendency to wander – especially when I’m formulating a story. My “thought-train” has many cars, and those cars are attached to each other through some sort of logical progression. To illustrate, I could be in the middle of a conversation with somebody and rapidly change the subject. To the person with whom I am conversing the subject change seems random, but I can almost always illustrate a logical progression… car to car to car. Sometimes my “thought-train” pulls out of the station without me and I stay mentally lost. I hate when that happens. I lose more good ideas by not making it onto the train on time.
Anyway, I’ve decided my first posting should come from a short story I began a few years ago – a “thought-train” idea if you will. The story began in my mind while I was managing a RadioShack store in Central Illinois. As I thought more and more about the story it became more and more complete and I started to put ink on paper (or, rather, pixels on screen). Right now it sits at three chapters long and is incomplete. My hope and prayer is that by publishing it chapter by chapter here I’ll be able to get some feedback from you (YES YOU!) as I finish writing it.
If you like it, please let me know. If you think it sucks, please let me know. I’m open to any and all criticism, especially if your last name is King, Rice, or Crichton (although if it’s Crichton I’ll be really freaked out).
Read on, reader. This story is called “Eileen”.