"Mr. Pierson this is the fourth novel you have brought to us in three years, you just don't seem to have the patience to work on any of them. We decline you and you go away making a whole new one instead of improving on the last. Once again I am sorry to say that we will not be taking an interest in this novel you have brought to us." They explained to me with expressions intolerance.
"Thank you for your advice. Goodbye." There was nothing else I could say so I left abruptly.
I sat on the park bench and watched as people walked past with there dogs. The naked trees imaged how cold and bare I felt at this moment. I just wished that someone would take notice of the work I tried to do.
Hours must have passed as the sun began to set and the park became darker which is not the place to be at this time of night.
When I stood to walk out I spotted the girl I had been watching for some time now standing at the entrance of the park. She did not seem to see me so I followed her as she walked across the street. But as I turned a corner where she did; she had disappeared completely.
Once again I found myself alone in the dark night.
Once home I stripped of my clothes and changed into my night wear to settle in front of the fire with a cup of hot chocolate.
Another failed book meant another failed couple of years; it began to dawn on me that this was a dead end dream.
Minutes passed and I found myself jumping at a loud knock at the front door.
It took me a few seconds to come to terms with the fact that the women I had been following for days was now standing in my door way. The security light on the wall shone on her pale face and the blondness of her hair stood out against the black back ground of the cold eerie winter's night. She looked cold and tired as her eyes begged me to let her in.
"May I help you?" I asked casually.
Her eyes turned disappointed and hurt. What had I done to offend her?
I found myself quickly asking if she would like to come in which was totally out of the blue. I mean who asks strangers to come into their home.
She took a step through the door and stood waiting for me to show her where to go.
I lead her down the narrow passage way into the living room where she took a seat on the sofa in front of the fire that was burning bright. Somehow I felt relaxed that this stranger was in my house, normal people would feel scared or out of place but I felt as if I knew her.
"Would you like food or maybe a drink?"
She began to laugh in an inappropriate manner.
"I eat no food and drink what you won't like"
"Well if its whisky you have defiantly beat me there, hate the stuff, my granddad always drank it." I said making gagging gestures.
Her smile disappeared and she had that serious look upon her face again. I sat opposite her watching as she looked at the flames dance round in the fire.
"Why have you come to my house, it's not like I know you?"
She looked into my eyes as if she was recognising someone she did know. Apart from me following her for some unknown reason; did I actually know her?
"I have a story for you young man and it's the one you have been seeking for quite some time now.""You think you have been following me but it is I who has been keeping an eye on you.""I know you write and have been rejected a many of times for your writing so I am willing to take pity on you and give you my story." She says looking intently into my eyes.
"But it is copy right if you give me your story and I sell it."
"You can state the obvious all you like but I am willing to give you it but I will change my mind if you don't want to hear it."
I consider her offer for several moments and decided to listen to her tale as it could do no harm.
"Why are you doing this for me?" I said whilst pulling my laptop out from underneath my chair.
"You seem to have trouble with persons taking an interest in your work so why not use mine?"
"But what if it became a best seller, would you not want some of the money or credit for that matter?"
She began to laugh again.
"I do not care for money and my name is not important. You may have the story the end, take it or leave it as you would say."
When I didn't answer she turned to face me as she began her tale.
"My tale begins with a young maiden who went by the name Marvina Davis, on this warm humid day in Chester she was walking to a clothing store with her mother..."
A/N: sorry it's a short chapter but the best is yet to come lol. Please follow me through this story and review to help with ideas or where I'm going wrong. Thanks.