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Ella at The End Of The World Finale

Hola Amigos,

 

Today is the final day of updates for my Halloween collection, Ella at The End Of The World. I have really loved working on this project and getting so much lovely feedback from you warmed my heart.

You can download and read the whole story here.

You can check out Ella’s blog here.

You can listen to Ella’s audio diaries on a special podcast here.

Besos,

J x

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Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Thirty Three

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In the car again. Martin is furious. I’ve asked him to go back, because we can’t leave things like this, but he won’t listen.

 

I should explain. I woke up this morning to lots of shouting, and it took me a minute to figure out what was going on. Martin was stood over Jude’s bed, while Thomas was holding him. Jude was crying his eyes out, while Mary and creepy Celia just sort of stared from the doorway. Apparently, Celia had snuck into our room last night, and kept Jude awake for hours, feeding him poisonous little stories about how her cult could get his mum back. It was when Martin told me that, that I realised where I knew her from. There was a documentary about them last year, this little garden or whatever they call themselves. Allegedly, they draw people in, by promising them things that they desperately want, and then they trap them in the cult and isolate them. They were making a move on poor Jude. It’s grooming really. Sick.

 

He’s been hit hard by losing Little Mary. We all have, but him the most, really. He likes to think he’s all grown up, at fourteen, but the truth is, this is a lot for anyone, especially a kid. The world is on fire, people are dying, nobody knows where to go or what to do, and to top it all off, he’s just lost his mum, in one of the most horrifying ways imaginable, so I don’t blame him for staying up, and believing fairy stories from some sick bitch who makes promises she can’t keep, but that’s what we’re here for. He might think he’s all grown up, but that isn’t going to stop the family he has left from looking after him.

 

Anyway. Thomas and Martin were furious, but Mary kept making excuses. She said she’d known Celia for years, and that she was only trying to help Jude find peace, whatever that means. I’ve never seen Martin angry at his mum before. Everything she said just seemed to make him more angry, and then, he just started grabbing our stuff, without a word.

 

I don’t think Mary realised at first, what was going on, but after a few minutes, when it became obvious he was packing, with the intention of us leaving, she started trying to stop him, insisting that she didn’t want to go.

 

Then came the real shock. He told her she wasn’t invited. Instantly, heartbreak hit her face. She looked like he’d torn her heart clean from her chest, tears started forming, and she just stood there, completely helpless. I don’t even know why, but I felt sorry for her. I went over and put my arm around her, and she just fell into me. I think, that with everything we’ve all lost, she always had one certainty. She’d always have her little boy, and when she realised that she didn’t anymore, it hit her, so suddenly.

 

I thought we should stay, just long enough to try and persuade Mary to come with us, but Martin insisted, almost dragging me to the car. Thomas and Jude took their car, and we’ve agreed that they’ll follow us, and we’ll try and find somewhere safe.

 

I feel like we should go back. Not because I care for her (I don’t), and not because I felt safe with those cult weirdos (I didn’t), but because if something happens to Mary, I don’t think Martin will be able to forgive himself for the way that they left things, but the further and further away we get from that house, the surer he seems of his decision.

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Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Thirty Two

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We made it here. It’s another house, fortified, like the bunker. There’s a lot more people here though, so it’s a little cramped.

I don’t mean to be rude (and they don’t use the internet so won’t see) but these people freak me out. They call themselves a movement but it’s basically a cult. It’s called The Garden Of The Free Children (which is wordy as fuck haha) but they have hot water so I can’t complain.

It’s run by this woman called Celia. She’s Mary’s friend, and she seems nice enough, I suppose, but I think the weird church shit freaks me out. She asked if I’d like to pray with her but I made an excuse and pretended to be tired.

Martin and I are sharing a room with Jude and Thomas, which is better than camping, and to be honest, I’m glad to have them here with us and away from creepy Celia…

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Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Thirty

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I managed to get a few hours of sleep, but I feel rough. On the bright side, I’ve had a biscuit, so it’s not all bad.

Mary says she has some friends a few days drive away that might have somewhere safe, so we’re setting off in a few hours, once we all feel a bit more human. Apparently, it’s a pen pal, that she met online, so I have to be honest, I’m a little concerned, but, at this point, beggers can’t be choosers, and if these friends can help, we aren’t really in a position to turn them down. We have supplies, tents and transports, but I’m not sure that we have the will to keep driving around, for however long this takes (potentially forever), so we need to find somewhere to settle, and Mary’s mystery friends are the best option we have right now.

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Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Twenty Eight

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We’ve been driving all day, but now we’ve stopped for the night. I’m staying up for the first watch with Thomas, while the others sleep, then Martin and Mary are taking over. We’re letting Jude sleep through, he probably needs it.

Thomas was silent for ages. He’s barely spoken since we lost Little Mary, but then, just how, he broke down. I just hugged him for a little, letting him cry. Everyone is so raw, and it’s my fault.

He thanked me. I was speechless, but he said he was grateful she didn’t have to stay as one of them for long. I suppose it makes sense but it’s hard to accept that anyone should thank me for her being gone.

I miss you, Little Mary, and I’m sorry that I couldn’t save you. I’m sorry that everyone blames themselves and nobody blames me.