Jessica had always felt embattled. The stresses of work had got so much that she had taken far too many days off sick and her family had begun to shove as many of her concerns under the carpet as possible. They said dismissive things, such as: she should go and see someone, she needed to take the pills that the doctor prescribed, perhaps she should think about a retreat to really relax her mind, she should take up yoga; it would really help her mind and body. The fact is, Jessica would have gladly taken on any of this advice if she felt that it had been even remotely well meant, but she knew that everyone just wanted her to be normal again. They didn't want her to cause them any problems or embarrass them or make them have to do anything outside of their routines.
She didn't want to follow any of their advice because she knew it would just be plastering over the cracks that were far too deep rooted. She didn't understand where the cracks had started or how deep they actually went but she knew doctors couldn't help her. Luckily, she had her own treatment. It was secret as no-one would believe her. It had begun when she had started to take walks during her time off sick. At first it was a way of relaxing and exercising, but mostly just to get out of the four walls that oppressed her so. It was on such a walk on a bitterly cold and blustery day that she heard them first. Merely whispers. She thought at first it was her imagination, but then they became more distinct. When she recognised certain words she was petrified; she thought she had gone completely mad but, when her heart had stopped roaring in her chest and she had taken her hands from her ears, the voices were so calm and relaxing she had listened.
Now she went out everyday onto the hill. Whether the rain beat down or the sun burned, she would stride into the midst of the weather, because she knew they were there, waiting for her, to heal her. They were far too shy yet to show themselves but she knew if she was patient and followed their advice they would reveal themselves to her. Although, whether they showed themselves or not she was already reaping the rewards of their ancient wisdom. She was getting better, she knew it.
Time was well up but I wanted to finish the section.
Inspiration: The Write Practice site suggested thinking about how to 'incorporate magic, or fantasy elements into your fiction'. As this is something I haven't really done thought I'd give it a go.
She didn't want to follow any of their advice because she knew it would just be plastering over the cracks that were far too deep rooted. She didn't understand where the cracks had started or how deep they actually went but she knew doctors couldn't help her. Luckily, she had her own treatment. It was secret as no-one would believe her. It had begun when she had started to take walks during her time off sick. At first it was a way of relaxing and exercising, but mostly just to get out of the four walls that oppressed her so. It was on such a walk on a bitterly cold and blustery day that she heard them first. Merely whispers. She thought at first it was her imagination, but then they became more distinct. When she recognised certain words she was petrified; she thought she had gone completely mad but, when her heart had stopped roaring in her chest and she had taken her hands from her ears, the voices were so calm and relaxing she had listened.
Now she went out everyday onto the hill. Whether the rain beat down or the sun burned, she would stride into the midst of the weather, because she knew they were there, waiting for her, to heal her. They were far too shy yet to show themselves but she knew if she was patient and followed their advice they would reveal themselves to her. Although, whether they showed themselves or not she was already reaping the rewards of their ancient wisdom. She was getting better, she knew it.
Time was well up but I wanted to finish the section.
Inspiration: The Write Practice site suggested thinking about how to 'incorporate magic, or fantasy elements into your fiction'. As this is something I haven't really done thought I'd give it a go.
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I would really welcome constructive comments or perhaps even some inspiration. To be honest , I would settle for some encouragement.