At The End Of 2011 (November/December), I Posted An Unedited First Draft Of What Ended Up Being The First In A Series Of Novellas, On To This Blog… It’s Called “I Died Once”.
One Year Later (November/December, 2012), I Wrote The Second Novella In ‘The Mady Chronicles’… Which Is Called “Mady’s Storm”, And Takes Place 8 Years Later.
Both Of These Novellas I Self Published, And Can Be Found On Amazon Here “I Died Once“, And Here “Mady’s Storm“.
What Will Follow Now (November Once More) Is My First Installment Of What I May Be Calling “Mady’s Surrender”… The Thing About This Blog, Is It’s More Of A Writing Stream Of Consciouness, So These Chapters Will Either Be Written In A Notebook, Then Posted Here… Or Written Right Here.
Either Way, They Are Not Edited… Nor Will They Be ‘Eglish-ly’ Correct, lol
English Isn’t My Thing… Though ‘Creative Writing’, And Math Always Have Been.
Enjoy The First Chapter Of Mady’s Surrender.
by DarkJade (James Mahoney)
“From Death… To Life… To Death… To Life… To Death Again… I Am Still Alive”
“I Can’t Say For Sure What Happened That Night… I Know I Had A Nightmare… Followed By… A Nightmare.”
“First It Was My Father… Then Mack… Now I Am Alone Again.”
“And What Became Of Billy?”
“Am I Awake?”
“I Don’t Think I’m Awake Yet…”
CHAPTER ONE – Friction
A young girl, just 24 years of age, finds herself in a large black bag… Once she is awake enough to figure it out, she unzips it, and steps out onto what appears to be a River Boat, heading down a Louisiana river.
A gamblers riverboat.
The girl is 5’9″ tall, with long black wavy hair, a lean figure, and vibrant blue eyes.
She’s wearing a dark blue dress, that doesn’t appear to have been wrinkled from her confinement.
“Somehow I ended up on a gamblers riverboat in Louisiana.” she thought to herself, noting the name of the boat, “Little Miss Louisiana”, which is painted on the side wall.
She also noted the gambling tables through the windows near by.
“Sounds about right, right?” She thought.
Her name, Miss Mady Monroe.
A millionaire’s daughter, originally from Virginia.
Relocated to Africa at 15 years old, where she united with her absentee father…
The Murder of her Mother? Well, that’s another story.
And her relocation which lead her to New York City? That’s another story too.
Mady straightened her dress, and stumbled a bit as she made her way into the bar and casino in the middle of the boat.
She pulled up a bar stool next to a thin man, with a thin, pointy beard in his early thirties, wearing a tall black top hat.
“Evening,” he spoke.
Mady smiled, and that’s when it hit her…
I come around the corner to see Mack tied up to a chair, facing toward me, his face bloodied…
Two black suited mobsters stand near him, one rubbing his fist, as he has obviously used it repeatedly…
My eyes go black…
I step toward Mack, and reach out to him, touch his face, “Mack… I’m so sorry.”
The mobsters look at one another…
The other four mobsters have now entered the room as well, and line its entrance
Mack looks at me through the eye that isn’t sealed up, “Mady… You shouldn’t have come.”
“I’m getting you out of here,” I say, as I step toward one of the tables, and remove a knife from a rolled napkin…
With this, one of the mobsters steps toward me, “I’m afraid I can’t let you do that—” he starts to say when…
I turn towards him, my black purse dropping to the floor, and I aim my silver revolver right at his forehead…
And pull the trigger
Mady suddenly jumps with a jolt, knocking over the man’s whisky.
“Oh, I am so sorry… Mr.–” she spoke apologetically.
“Spilwell,” he replied as he waved for the bartender to come clean the whisky from the counter.
Here you are sir. spoke the bartender as he handed Spinwell another cup of whisky, and wiped away the other.
Suddenly Mady’s eyes go dark from the memory, “What have I done…”
“It’s no big deal little lady…” replied the man, thinking she’s referring to knocking his drink over.
“What would you like to drink? It’s on me,” he spoke kindly.
PICTURE CREDIT – Dark Haired Girl