‘Mady’s Storm’ (Novella) Chapters 1 & 2


The last couple weeks, I’ve been posting the whole of my First Novella, ‘I Died Once’ (You can find the Chapter Links below), but for the first time I’ve decided to post the Followup Novella ‘Mady’s Storm’ right behind it… Enjoy Chapters 1 & 2 of ‘Mady’s Storm’ below the ‘I Died Once’ Links


by James Mahoney (DarkJade)

Prolog + Chapters 1 & 2

Chapters 3 & 4

Chapter 5 & 6

Chapters 7 & 8

Chapters 9 & 10

The Conclusion

Mady’s Storm

A Novella

by James Mahoney (DarkJade)


Outside her father’s plantation, the African sky was raining relentlessly.

The lightning cracked loudly, whipping Mady awake, her sweat cold from the chill of the storm.

Her pure, black hair fanned as her eyes of deep blue hurriedly locked onto the old, wooden clock heavily sitting on her mantle.

In the strain of the blackness, only relieved by flashes of lightning, she was somehow able to see the late hour.

Breathing deeply, Mady fluidly moved off the bed, her slim, 23 year old body fit loosely in her white nightgown went all the way down to her ankles.

Walking toward the living room her mind wandered to thoughts of her father.  

Her father…

“He just hasn’t been himself lately, no, he seems tired, and… weak.”

Mady did her best to not think of it.

She and her father had spent the last eight years together, and became quite close, remarkably close, surprisingly.

She was able to light an oil lamp, as she made her way to the living room.

Her father sat in his chair before a great fire, as he often did at night.

“She’s a beaut,” spoke her father sensing Mady’s approach from behind.

“The storm? She sure is,” Mady replied, as she grabbed the homemade, red and blue checkered blanket from a chair next to his.

She sat and threw it over her legs.

Sam’s face turned toward her, his tired eyes slowly meeting her deep blue ones which were welled up with tears.

“There’s something I need to tell you Mady…” he spoke. “I’ve been putting it off… But I can’t put it off any longer,” he continued as he reached over and took one of her hands into his own.

“Don’t.” She pulled her hand away.


“Don’t tell me.” She said firmly

He stared at his daughter, at what a strong woman she had become. How the years seemed to pass so quickly… 

He then looked at the fire once more.

“Alright…” he spoke softly.

But before he knew it, she had tossed the blanket on the floor, and kneeling before him, rested her head heavily on his lap as she cried.

Sam could do nothing but stroke her thick dark hair, reliving the memories of the previous eight years in his mind.

“There’s never enough time Mady… Never.”



Leaving Africa


My father died on a Tuesday in December.

He was strong, so strong that I thought he’d even outlast me…

But he is gone, and I am alone.

How many times did he say that there was something he needed to talk to me about? …but then again, how many times did I tell him that I didn’t want to know?

Sam William Monroe…

Part of his ashes will fall from his plane above the African Landscapes he loved, part of him will be left within his plantation home, and part of him will be with me…until I come across somewhere beautiful enough.

He always said “Just feed me to the lions when I’m gone”.

But in truth, he was a lion…A lion among men…

How I will miss flying with him.

Even now the African clouds seem to reach and pull upon my sleeves, the very clouds my father and I had flown across in his plane.

But, no, the flying today will not be full of joy.

It will be a plane taking me back to the greyness that I left when I was just fifteen, to America…

Yes, the train ride to the airport is long, but the plane ride to America will be so much longer.

After that… I’m not sure what I’ll do…

I gaze upon the land, and the world I’d come to love…it is as if it is beckoning me to stay, but I cannot.

For Africa without my father… is not my home.



To America


I sit back in my seat on the plane as it heads for New York City.

Looking out the window, I fall into a trance. My breathing changes, and I seem to be waiting for something to happen.

Waiting to wake up, or waiting for the plane to fall from the sky… or, perhaps, waiting for my father’s voice to return.

Instead there is only silence.

Shaking myself into reality, I turn to look at the African man sitting next to me.

His name is Rabia, it means ‘Spring’ in African, but he doesn’t resemble it in the least. Dark and brooding, robotic almost… he is meant to protect me. My ‘Protector’…I laugh inwardly as it fits him a hundred times than his name does.

My father always said “Surround yourself with at least one person that’s watching your back”, and that’s exactly what I shall do… And for now… That’s Rabia.

He watched over my father for most of his life, and though his face is stern, I know he must be feeling the weight of grief, perhaps even more than I.

I asked him to stay in Africa, but he refused. I know how he will be looked upon in America… as something unwanted…something less.

So, no… I shall not keep him with me long, only for a short time while I acquire, and slowly learn to trust another to watch my back.

I again look out the window, down at the Atlantic Ocean.

I left enough money in the plantation account to keep it running as it is for another year.

After that I’ll probably sell it like I did my mother’s estate.

As for my father’s share of the diamond mine…

Well… I’ll likely sell that too.

I decide it best to retrieve my money from the selling of the estate…I guess that’s where I’ll start once I reach America.


‘I Died Once’ Novella Available @ Amazon HERE

‘Mady’s Storm’ Novella Available @ Amazon HERE

3 Responses to “‘Mady’s Storm’ (Novella) Chapters 1 & 2”

  1. I’m so glad I ran across this! Thanks very much for sharing your story.

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