Welcome to my Fifth Blog Introduction. Michelle Muckley is an author who already has four books - all thrillers - to her credit, and she is presently working on her fifth. Born in England, she now lives on Cyprus where she writes, reads and immerses herself in the beauty of her second homeland. Click here to visit her blog, which is full of interesting information for writers and readers alike, and is well worth a visit. Below, you can read the first chapter of Michelle's very-soon-to-be-published thriller
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around me celebrated. Everybody except me. They said it
was the point in time when the balance tipped, when I finally agreed
to let them help me. They told me on that day I woke up with
red eyes, red as the Devil’s, Gregory said, like fire might burst
through them, my pupils the craters of two angry volcanoes.
Their description of me sounded like something rabid, wild, as if I
had been set loose. For a time afterwards I imagined myself as
a snarling dog, lips foaming and teeth on show. I imagined them
holding me down to stop me biting those who were unlucky enough to
get close. If I had been an animal I would have been euthanized
or shot, put down out of my misery. But human misery is
tolerated. It is allowed. It is necessary. Humans
have a mandate to suffer their pain and work through it. We cannot be
killed like dogs.
used to discuss this moment with a reminiscent smile, sort of like,
oh how it was back then. They would talk whilst I sat,
inanimate like a discarded slipper tossed to the floor. They
would discuss me idly, like they might deliberate a good wine or
movie, the chatter chirruping around my head like birds in a spring
sky. They would recall how willing I was back then when life
was simple and good, before anybody had tried to die. Now their
heads stay dipped, heavy with sadness at how far we have really
fallen. At how far I have sunk. Now they see how
pointless it all was.
do not remember this moment in time. There was no light bulb
moment or eureka as I came to understand the solution to the problem.
To their problem. But I can imagine it. I can
imagine what it must have been like. The words leaving my mouth
at a rate so fast, that I would forget the meaning of the sentence
before I had finished saying it. My heart beating me in the
chest like a jackhammer, a rhythmical reminder that life was a
punishment. I know my hair felt electrified and my skin crawled
with bugs that felt like a million static shocks. Even the wind
against my skin must have felt like an enemy, there only to break me
into submission, to push me backwards. I know because I am
starting to feel this same energy again. I believe that in my
proximity to death, I had never felt so alive.