My Short Story for teenagers ‘Abandoned’ is now for sale on Kindle.

Yes, I have finally pulled everything together and published Abandoned after 3 years of drafting.

I began it in the summer of 2009 while I was living in Salonika (Thessaloniki) in Greece. I was all alone with 2 months ahead of me, trying to think how I could creatively enjoy my time off school as an English teacher. I had always loved writing stories and illustrating, and I had been utilising this passion for my Greek students, making up stories for them to help them contextualise vocabulary that we were learning in class, and how to use grammatical structures correctly. It proved to be fun and soon I was writing more and more for them, which made me really happy as I was encouraging them to read and also to be creative as homework tasks were set such as write your own conclusion to this story.

So I spent a lot of time in my study planning the plot and drawing sketches of the characters. I became utterly absorbed in my new fantasy world and would type away from the hours of 9pm to 4am every night; the balcony doors wide open, a gentle summer night breeze bellowing the curtains and my favourite Rock Radio Station playing  in the background. It was the ONLY time that the city was quiet and cool enough for me to focus so I became a night owl. I loved it!

this is typical of my nightly sky views from my apartment

The City streets where I would walk

it was a very inspiring city for the writer

Thessaloniki will always be my Muse. It’s my heart (kardia in Greek) and soul (psihi) and I miss it terribly.

Here is the front cover of my book. I designed it myself using Photoshop.

The Synopsis

Casey is a spoiled sixteen year old. She does not appreciate her parents, her privileged life or anyone who doesn’t adhere to her beliefs or passions. When her father accepts a post as a village Doctor and they move into a beautiful old mansion in the countryside, she is determined to rebel. Bored and angry to have left her friends back in the city she decides to defy her selfish parents, refusing to make friends with neighbours Lee and Lisa, and determined to spend her days alone.
But her bad attitude is about to change.
It all begins with Eliza. She discovers her punk rag doll under her bed, but there is something sinister about her. This doll is sad and torn and makes Casey uneasy and afraid. On a solitary walk she comes across a house that looks exactly like her own, but is deserted and burned out. It haunts her with terrifying feelings which draw her back there again and again. This begins a rollercoaster ride of fear, sadness, love and self-discovery. The house weaves the web which entangles Casey into a series of events connecting the doll, the boy called Lee and her fated future.
Why does Eliza, her doll, keep appearing in that house?
Who is the handsome boy wearing her favourite t-shirt who hangs out in the burnt out attic bedroom. Why is he petrified of her?
Gradually, Casey begins to piece together the sinister clues from her journal entries and sketchbooks that manifest themselves in that house. Eventually they lead her to a terrifying discovery. Can she look deep into herself and mend her selfish ways before she destroys herself and the people she loves?

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You can read two ‘taster’ chapters on my website:

http://www.birdsbecomefishes.co.uk/storiesforyoungchildren.html

 or look inside the book on the Amazon Website. It can also be purchased here:

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Abandoned-ebook/dp/B00A1D1E3I/ref=sr_1_cc_1?s=aps&ie=UTF8&qid=1352313789&sr=1-1-catcorr

Casey’s life, loves and encounters with the paranormal can also be followed on her WordPress Blog:

caseyepapadaki.wordpress.com

I really hope that my first short story resonates with young readers and adults alike.

There are two main themes running through the plot; Don’t judge people on appearances and Every action has a consequence.

Enjoy, and please leave a review on the Amazon site if you are kind enough to purchase it, or leave a comment.

If you haven’t got Kindle and would like a copy of the story, I can send either a PDF file or Word document file to your email address for the same price as on Amazon~£2. 55 ($4)

Please email me (serenajane72@yahoo.co.uk) or leave a comment and I will get get back to you with payment detail.

Bright Blessings to All!

~S~

Positivity…it’s not negative, but it’s close to the edge.

I am drifting from this weird state of dread for the future, to this sweeping and sudden sensation of being in a different dimension in time. Perhaps it’s a parallel universe I am dipping my toes into. Like I would dip into a freezing cold stream on a hot day, retracting my foot back in startled dismay at a feeling so alien to me.

How do we stay positive when everything looks so bleak?

I have been unemployed since I moved back to UK from Greece in 2010.

20 months.

I miss the warmth of the sun on my face. Even when I was penniless (or centless should I say), I still felt positive.

There was a comforting hope in the rustle of the trees and the scent of night jasmine.

Now, the evenings are stark. They just allow me to rest, knowing that I do not have to job search or write statements about myself (I hate having to big myself up). I lay my head down knowing that I have to start again the next morning.

I can’t get out of bed.

Trying to start my own business was exciting, and I still love it. I am inspired on a daily basis. For that I am grateful. Sitting in my fiancee’s box room all day when we first met, forced me to slap some paint onto the pages of an old sketchbook. My love of colour and paints and tools for bringing my imagination alive was reborn.

Thank Goddess for that.

I hardly sell any of my work, but that’s not getting me down. There are people loving it. It may come into fruitation.

I know I need to stay positive, I need to voice my gratitude on a daily basis. I know all this. I make art to inspire and heal, so why can’t I use it myself?

I am 39. I would like a family. My fiancee is 35. We are both unemployed. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

It’s hard to stay strong for both of us.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.  ~Oscar Wilde,Lady Windermere’s Fan, 1893

I am this person. I have to be!