Hope, Depression, Love & Fractured Hearts: A Collection of Short Stories & Other Pieces of Writing

By Bradley Atchison

A collection of short stories and poems, that delve into the lowest abyss and the highest high of emotions. Come take the journey and feel where the heart takes you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bradley Atchison
• Release date: Oct 3, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301905317

Bradley Atchison

Brad, grew up in a small town east of Edmonton, and now lives in Wetaskiwin with his wife and kids. Brad spends his time between working, running the girls to their activities, and home life. Occasionally he finds the time to kayak, get out on his bike, and maybe even write a little bit.

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Hope, Depression, Love & Fractured Hearts: A Collection of Short Stories & Other Pieces of Writing

Bradley Atchison

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Hope, Depression, Love & Fractures Hearts: A Collection of Short Stories & Other pieces of Writing

Published by Bradley Atchison at Smashwords

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Copyright © 2012 Bradley Atchison

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ISBN: 978-1-301-90531-7

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

Cover Art

The art on the front cover is called, Heart Under Fractured Glass, created by Sydney Atchison and was used with her permissions.

Acknowledgements

I would like to thank, Mike, Mark and, Patrick for reading everything I wrote from the very beginning. I valued their honest opinion on the good, and the bad. And finally for not telling me it was good, just because I wrote it, because, of them I was motivated to continue.

Table of Contents

Contents

Chapter 1: The Red Door

Awaken

Hallway

Third Day

What's to Become of Me?

The Mattress

The Ladder

The Man

The Dream

The Kerchief

Alive

The Voice

Days

Window

Miranda

Colour

People

Red Door

Chapter 2: I Had a Dream

Chapter 3: Beauty in the Breakdown

Chapter 4: The Woman

Chapter 5: I Hear

Chapter 6: Filling Me

Chapter 7: I Love

Chapter 8: Smile

Chapter 9: Dreams

Chapter 10: Depression

Chapter 11: Always and for Today

Chapter 12: Three Simple Words

Chapter 13: You are my Love

Chapter 14: Carry On

Chapter 15: Letters from the Heart

September 6, 2003

September 13, 2003

September 21, 2003

September 28, 2003

October 3, 2003

October 10, 2003

October 11, 2003

October 18, 2003

October 28, 2003

November 5, 2003

November 6, 2003

November 7, 2003

November 8, 2003

November 15, 2003

November 18, 2003

November 23, 2003

November 24, 2003

November 28, 2003

November 29, 2003

December 1, 2003

Chapter 16: I Hurt

Chapter 17: Light

Chapter 18: I Am

Chapter 19: You Are

Chapter 20: The Beat

Chapter 21: The Field

Chapter 22: Vengeance

Chapter 23: Puppet

Chapter 24: The Sunset

Chapter 25: Ring

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Chapter 1: The Red Door

Awaken

All he could remember was the flash! The white flash that blocked everything from sight. It blinded him and he had felt lost in its brilliance. He knew he had been in his car but where the light had come from, he could not say. But where he lay now was even more disturbing than the light. He was naked, not cold, but still naked. The room was small, extremely small and white. No other colour showed at all just white. He had wakened with a kink in his neck from the position he found his body. His head was pushed up against a wall and his legs were bent, with his knees pushed up against the opposite one.

He wasn't sure but he thought he had spent hours looking for a seam to a door, a vent, anything but to no avail. The room was maybe four feet by four feet with the ceiling just brushing his 6-foot frame when he stood. It was strange! Peculiar, how did he come to be here, he couldn't say? Was it a cell, a prison to hold him? If it were, what did he do to end up here? He couldn't remember.

Hello, he yelled but his voice seemed to get swallowed up in the walls, not even a slight echo came in return. Anyone, anyone, why am I here? No answer came and he was unsure if he expected one.

What’s going on, where is this place? What is this place, hello?

He had yelled until his voice hurt, and until he could no longer swallow, and then he fell to his knees and sobbed. Why, why, why, he whispered his throat raw. He looked at his small prison, tears blurring his sight slightly. Slowly he climbed to his feet and walked to the wall and laid himself flat against it. Let me out, he breathed into its surface, Please let me out.

Let me out! he yelled again, his hands making fists which he then began to hammer against the surface. Bang, Bang, he repeated, his fist flying now, Let me out! Let me out! LET ME OUT! Using all his strength, he kept banging away his fist numb from the hammering.

He felt dizzy and fell to the floor, his head in his hands and, knees pulled up to his chest., he sat there. Why? he asked once more to the small empty room before everything went black, and he passed out. His last memory as he went under, At least its not white.

Hallway

He woke, his head hurt, and once more he lay with his neck kinked. Rubbing his neck he opened his eyes to look at his surroundings once again. Something was different! The room was still the same, still small, the ceiling still low but, there seemed to be a hallway off one wall. He looked at it suspiciously, trying to determine if it was really there. Getting on to his knees he slowly crawled the few feet to the opening and glance around the corner. It indeed was a hallway, at least a good 8 feet long; narrow though, maybe just wider than his shoulders but, a hallway none the less!

Slowly he climbed to his feet and stepped in. Like the room he left there was no doorways, no vents, no windows but, the ceiling was slightly higher. Reaching up, his fingers traced a path along the smooth ceiling as he walked down the short hall, staring at the smooth white walls. What is this place,