Crime, Thrillers & Mystery / In The Making (Analysis)
The very sound of my key, sliding into the lock of my own front door, instantly releases the shroud we all wear when we leave our safe haven, our castle, our home.
The one place we can pander to our deepest desires and indulge in the odd fantasy or two. On the upside that is, the down however has a very different story to tell. This home, this castle, this safe haven becomes a prison to some, a place of oppression. A place to fear any return. But return we must, home at the end of the day. There is no other door to welcome or rescue me.
Behind each door you hastily pass on your way home, on a cold and wintry night. Lay a world a select few are privy to. For is not our home the one place our need to control is exerted at all costs?
I , unfortunately, have this need to control. The sense of losing rather than relinquishing this control is what sends us spiraling way out of control.
As each day ends and I return to “my haven”, missing from my philosophy, a little more faith in humanity. Which feels, more on a par with having a slither, stripped slowly and painfully, from your very soul, one day and the next, to witness an act of kindness of humanity, to restore the soul.
Has anyone thought to do the statistics on that one? To actually weigh up the stats! …. How many acts of kindness against the acts of atrocity?
I think not … No money in it!
So another days comes swiftly to an end here I am at home at last that sense of relief, that sigh to indicate, you are home. Takes only a few moments after that click of the front door, does the memory arise of how hopeless my life has become. This feeling floods my senses as an ocean would wash away the traces of hope I cling to.
“HE will be home in an hour” My shroud? Perceived, Normality.
It’s becoming more and more difficult. I try so desperately to please him, just lately though, nothing helps. If, I stand here at the front door any longer, he will be home and his tea won’t be made and this may be the time he succeeds and kills me. So tonight is not the test, tonight has to go exactly to plan or I am a DEAD woman.
Whilst I prepare tonight’s culinary delight, let me fill you in on the past ten years of my life, that have brought me here to tonight, where my very life hangs in the balance my life will end or begin tonight!
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Start with the beginning…the safe haven…if it is a safe haven…then..why in the end….you are fearing your end? It has a great story line. It is mysterious and alludes to many things that are not unlocked yet. Re-read it and look for conflicting statements. It has great potential.
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