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The Toll of a Secret, Part 1


It’s finally time to begin posting my new short story–the one some of you gave me pieces with which to build. Here are the ingredients I was given:

  1. Caustic tongues
  2. Pumpkin Bread
  3. Bikini Atoll (note the story title)
  4. Volleyball
  5. Hawaii
  6. Love Story

As I should have expected, it’s becoming much longer than I’d anticipated. I’m already at 5,100 words, and am really only about half-way done! Regardless of the length, I will only be posting it in digestible amounts, so I do hope you all will join me for a new adventure!

This is my first attempt at writing a story that would fit into the “suspense thriller” category, so we will see if I can keep you on the edge of your seat. In the meantime, enjoy this first post! Please let me know what you think. Does it draw you in? Any guesses of what is to come? 

The Toll of a Secret, Part I

by Clayton E.

What is it about hidden things that often makes them so uncontrollably desirable? Perhaps the best kept secrets are the ones most chased. When discovered, though, are they worth the strife it takes to know them?

If he was being honest, Lex didn’t like the truth. Yes, he was aware of the irony of that statement, but it was true nonetheless. Not only did he dislike telling the truth, but he often disliked hearing the truth. It was the truth that bound him to what he could not control, and what he could not control was what he truly disliked.

Lex usually avoided the truth. He was willing to accept the consequences. Most of the time, this avoidance of the truth served him well enough. Other times–times like this–it left him in a position from which he could see no escape.

Daina awoke in a ten-by-twelve cement building on a small island called Bikini Atoll, but she didn’t know where she was. She was having a hard time even remembering her name.

She noticed sunlight sneaking through the wooden shutters over the windows on either side of the room, and there was more light under the door directly across from the small bed on which she’d been sleeping. Had she been sleeping? She felt more like she’d been unconscious.

Where was she?

All of her body parts seemed to be intact. She was able to move her legs to the floor without feeling any pain, but when she sat up, she thought her head might implode. There was a throbbing through her temples like she’d never felt before, and she wondered if she’d been drugged. Had someone hit her on the head?

She considered these thoughts for a moment, then halted. If either were the case, then that would mean…had she been kidnapped? She tried not to let her mind go directly to worst case scenario. Maybe she’d fallen and hit her head, and someone had been taking care of her in this room.

If that was the case, though, wouldn’t she be waking up in a hospital? Daina couldn’t figure out why her brain seemed to be working so slowly, but it was making her uneasy. Something had happened, and she didn’t have a clue what it was.

Where was she?


Author: Clayton from tales2apoint

Stories and poetry to teach, touch, & turn hearts to truth. I love God, my wife, & others. I'm indebted to their love.

2 thoughts on “The Toll of a Secret, Part 1

  1. You will keep me coming back–I like it! Can’t figure how you will get all the story suggestions in there. Will be fun to watch it unfold!

  2. Good start. For me I need to be able to visualise the characters I’m reading about. I think I will connect with them more and care about what happens. But that’s my personal style.:-) God bless

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