So... I'm working on some novel ideas for a publishing class and we had to come up with two novel ideas and I'm looking for some feedback on the ideas I came up with. We only needed to come up with two so... yeah.
They're very rudimentary and choppy... and probably not meant to be read right now but I needed to get them out there...
"27 to Life"
I get almost a sick sense of hilarity when I tell people 'My father killed a woman 6 years ago' but it's how I deals with the every day.
At 12, my parents separated because my father found someone 'new' whom he decided he loved more than my mother.
The day was July 3, 2002. my mom and I had come home from a good day when the phone rang. My mother got to the phone first.
"Colleen's dead!"
...I sunk into the chair behind me and immediately sobbed out "my daddy's a murderer."
The phone rang that night. I was in mom's room. Dad was on the other line and he wanted to talk to me. I cried harder than I ever have in my life. He said nothing more than 'I'm sorry' while I held so tight onto a teddy bear that I thought it would rip in half.
When I found out that my father was a man who killed the woman whom he loved at one point, but then 'wanted to make her feel the pain she had made him feel' I knew that I was no longer 'daddies little girl' but the daughter of a man who I didn't want to be associated with for the rest of my life.
What kept me together was therapy and my horse, Reno. Until Dad sold Reno to pay the government, because it costs the government money to keep an inmate in jail while they wait for sentencing.
it took 9 months for David Throm to reach a sentence. The trial was postponed twice.
Life.
Am I a horrible person to say I was glad?
And....
"Jesus Fakes"
My father was one of those people who was either too stingy to give money to the Church or he truly did believe that God was intended to be free and one shouldn't be forced to go to church to believe in God. In either case, I never went to Church, never had 'the word' instilled in me, and never really cared either way until the day I had to actually think about the things I wasn't caring about and had to start faking my way into the world which some people were completely brainwashed.
I became one of the self-proclaimed "Jesus-Fakes," a brand of people who faked religion while working around a group of people who believed so deeply in Christ that every day was an amazing feat of fallacy. From an owner/boss who spoke in tongues to many fellow Jesus Fakes who couldn't quite fake it as well as I could, the quaint Christian coffee shop where Switchfoot could frequently be found blaring from the speakers because I couldn't stand any other kind of "God is Great" music was full of antics that any kind of God-faker could be made a believer.
