Ana’s Secrets

Episode 1

By: Lindsay Cummings

The cries pouring out from the room beneath me are nearly unbearable. No matter how long this goes on, I cannot drown it out. I know what their pain means and I know if I try to help them, their destiny will be my own. I hear another bone crack, a muscle tear, another scream ring out. Time moves so slowly that I fear it will stop, leaving me in this hell forever. If only my countrymen knew what I see and hear every day, they may rethink their support for this ridiculous cause. Death fills the air and consumes my thoughts.

Before the screams and before death plagued us, I was excited about our new situation. This palace is unlike anything you could ever dream of. Rooms are covered in embossed gold; beautiful murals by celebrated painters adorn the ceilings, servants fill the hallways.  Being born into nobility has always lent itself to a more than pampered existence. When father took his new position we were placed here. A place where I once believed that anything was possible, that the palace’s sheer beauty and its pristine gardens were that of fairytales.  I pictured myself being wed in this court and having dinners with my friends.

Now all I want to do is run, to get as far away from here as possible. I dream of escaping what our life has become. But here I stay, all alone in my room, wishing for things to be as they once were. Deep in my heart, I somehow remain hopeful.

I shudder as another scream unleashes from the depths below, wrenching me out of my optimism. Life here has a way of doing just that. I hear his footsteps trudging down the hall, as his speed quickens so does my heart. I jump into bed, thankful I had already dismissed my servant for the evening. I attempt to steady my breathing, hoping he will think I’m asleep. I can’t look at him anymore. His eyes have turned cold like the people he tortures. My door opens slowly and I can feel his eyes on me. He stands above my bed likely hoping for me to stir. He constantly begs me to be the daughter I was before.  To show him warmth and love, but I cannot bear it. When I see him, all I see is the pain that surrounds him. I am angry at him for this life we lead. He chose this outcome; he accepted this palace and the title that came along with it.

He turns to walk away but stops to speak as he reaches the door, “You know tomorrow is a big day for us. I know you will make us all proud.”



11 thoughts on “Ana’s Secrets

  1. Oooh, so creepy. What does she have to do to make them proud? What is this palace? So many questions.

    You’ve created the right amount of tension and done a great job sprinkling little bits of backstory here and there. I love it and can’t wait to read more 🙂

  2. Hmmm, based on what you have so far said, I might have been inclined to keep that servant with me when I heard the footsteps nearing!

  3. I am new to this blogging world and really want to write on on going story like this. I guess I’m just afraid if I’m good at it at all then someone may come along and take and it and say they wrote it…?! Is that even possible?

    I love history pieces – and this one is right on the mark. I could feel the tension in the room and her skin growing cold as he stood above her. I could almost smell…liquor on his breath? I can’t wait to read part 2. I actually saw it first so I went scrolling looking for the beginning! 🙂

    1. Thank you so much, that really made my day! I really appreciate your thoughts, it’s nice to hear it caught your attention.

      I had a different blog before this one and I did a series story with a friend that we are about to pick up again in January. We had someone take it and put it on their own blog. We alerted Google, and I believe the person took it down. I am pretty positive it would be easy to prove you wrote it first.

      Good luck and I can’t wait to see what you come up with!

      1. It is flattering I agree but NOT NICE AT ALL!

        For every bad person there’s a lot more good people who genuinely enjoy your work.

        Yes, please keep it coming!!!!

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