Saturday, 30 November 2013

This Week!

I am really looking forward to this week with my Kindle Countdown promotion being on for the book 'To My Last Friend.'

I have also begun writing a new story this week; it is great to get back to this as well!

I wish everyone who is reading this blog wellness and prosperity! Thank you for taking the time to get to know more about me and my book by visiting this blog.

I like it when I find the time to leave a post here!

Wednesday, 27 November 2013


My Kindle Countdown deal for my eBook To My Last Friend begins tomorrow! (28th November) and will run until the 5th of December. The eBook will be $0.99 on Amazon during this period of time.  Also check it out on the Independent Author Network!:

"At least it was love we were showing initially, and not hatred and violence like you did in the end." - To My Last Friend 

Monday, 18 November 2013

To my last friend,

I thought about the impossible task I was faced with. I had done everything in my power to succeed, but only a fool would have carried on as the odds were completely against me. All had been set up from the very start to go wrong, and there was no time, day or night, that I could rest without thinking about the situation I had become trapped in, and the futility of my efforts. Society did not want me, and could no longer abide by me, because I was at the brink of my truth being discovered.  I did not want to set my world alight, to watch it burn because of the sister I had come to love too much.

I was not weak but I could not cope. I pleaded that I was not a weak person. I used to be so good at denial, so good at forgetting. I could no longer put aside the loss of any moral standing that I’d had; I should have preserved my innocence, but instead I took a bite out of the apple, and it turned bitter in my mouth. I had thought I had known what it was to be loved by her, and to love her in return, but I was wrong.

All I ever wanted since the last bad day was to take everything back and start again. All I wanted to do was reach out and pull time into my chest, to make it young again, like an infant who belongs to their parent. But time never wished to stay; time only wanted to grow up and leave and find a place of its own where it could be out of my control.

I wrote this to myself because I wanted to remind myself why I was going where I was going, and why I was going to do what I was going to do. I wanted these thoughts to be racing through my mind as I took hold of every thread in my life and tied them all into one neat knot.
I did not know why I was brought into a world that was starved of love, but where my love was unwelcome.

The times I had loved and been loved I could no longer bear to think of again.

All that was left to be done was to give my apologies, and so for every grave mistake I was sorry, and I hoped that one day my memory would be so far in the past that she would no longer be able to count out my faults.

Yours faithfully



Sunday, 3 November 2013

I am currently working on a promotional book which will be free to download from Amazon!

Again it is a short story; it is nearly there but there is still a lot of revision to do before it is completed.

It's name will be Tracks, and I will post up a synopsis as soon as one is put together.

Thank you and kind regards,
Sarah Swainson