Writing Sample # 2
This next sample is from a short historical fiction story that is still in progress. Of course as I mentioned on a previous page, with my academic studies, trying to find work at home and care for my family and house, all of which are daunting in their own respect, I have had little time for recreational writing, which is what this has been.
Pardon any inaccuracies in history because this is historical drivel. It all came from my own mind, and no harm was meant to the living or dead, or to descendants of those of whom I have written about here. I hope you enjoy it. It is only for a sample, as I have no intention of publishing these for profit. I only write some of these just for the sheer enjoyment, and if I don't get some of these frenetic imaginative ideas out of my head and onto paper, I think sometimes I should just go absolutely bananas!!! The title of this short story (short, being the operative word because I have not yet finished it, ha! is: "A Time Traveler".
Pardon any inaccuracies in history because this is historical drivel. It all came from my own mind, and no harm was meant to the living or dead, or to descendants of those of whom I have written about here. I hope you enjoy it. It is only for a sample, as I have no intention of publishing these for profit. I only write some of these just for the sheer enjoyment, and if I don't get some of these frenetic imaginative ideas out of my head and onto paper, I think sometimes I should just go absolutely bananas!!! The title of this short story (short, being the operative word because I have not yet finished it, ha! is: "A Time Traveler".
Chapter 1 ~ Revolutions in Time ~ Charlottesville, Virginia ~ Sept. 20, 2000 ~ 5:30 P.M.
Haylee was studying at her desk, as she was taking college classes to become a history teacher. The homework had been relatively easy so far; yet she knew she still had a ways to go before graduation; after all she was only in her second year of studies. She lived by herself in her family's home; both her parents had been deceased for a few years now and her older brother and sister were married and living in different states.
After working tirelessly on a paper, she decided to take a break and get herself a bite to eat and drink; after all it was getting on towards dinner time. So she pushed her chair aside and as she went to stand, she slipped and fell; hitting her head on the table leg.
Charlottesville, Virginia ~ Oct. 15, 1780 ~ 5:55 P.M.
All was quiet at the Monticello home of Thomas Jefferson; as the servants and Mr. Jefferson himself, as well as his guests, James Madison and James Monroe, all settled in for the evening. It was dark outside already, as it was mid fall and the winds were beginning to whip up, promising a good strong rainstorm.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and a loud thump, startling Jefferson, and both Madison and Monroe, who were seated in the parlor near a fireplace discussing local politics and the War for Independence, which was still raging on.
Jefferson hurried to the front door, and was surprised to find a young woman lying there, looking to be semi-conscious. He hastened to the woman's side and then called out for Madison and Monroe to help him.
Both men hurried to the front porch, and were as surprised as Jefferson had been. Then the men helped him get the woman up onto her feet and with Madison on one side, and Monroe on the other, they helped the woman inside and followed Thomas into the parlor where he had them set her down. She was clutching her head and crying. It was obvious to all there, that something had happened; somehow the woman had been hurt.
Haylee couldn't remember anything; her name, where she came from and she certainly didn't recognize the gentlemen who were seated in front of her, each one looking concerned at her welfare.
Then the gentleman with the sandy red hair said, "My word that looks to be a nasty cut on your head. How did you acquire that? I suppose I should ask first who you might be."
She started to cry and then in a quiet voice said, "I don't know. I don't remember who I am."
Both Madison and Monroe looked to Jefferson, all three of them alarmed that she couldn't remember anything at all. Haylee didn't know that she had come from the twentieth century or that she was now in the 18th century and appropriately dressed in a genteel woman's outfit.
Jimmy was seated the closest to her and he leaned forward and said in his usual quiet voice, "Do you remember how you were hurt, or where you are from? Maybe that could give us an idea of where to look at, as far as trying to ascertain who you are."
The woman's face crumpled again, and Jimmy felt badly and said, "I'm sorry." Then he said to Tom, "Perhaps we should just try to treat the wound, let her rest some and maybe her memories will come back to her in time."
Thomas said that was a fine idea and suggested that Jimmy see to it then.
Madison was startled that Tom had asked him to see to her care; but he went willingly. He took her by the arm and led her out of the parlor and towards the back of the house and to the kitchen.
Once inside the kitchen and the lanterns were lit, Jimmy had the woman sit at the table. He wasn't sure of what he was doing. It wasn't his place to usually treat people or animals on his plantation either. However, he decided that he would try his best.
I hope that you have enjoyed a small sample of my short story, 'A Time Traveler'. I have always been intrigued by the concept of time travel, and if it were ever possible, I know that I would want to do so. I would want to travel back to early pre-Revolutionary America, to ancient Egypt, and to Biblical times as well. See I'm just a general all around eclectic personality - I like a little of this and a little of that. I hope you are enjoying my writing style so far. I value comments so please feel free to drop me a note and let me know what you think, or if you would like to see writing in other styles that may help me to expand as a writer.