Tag Archives: Suicide

new novel extract – the tracks…

5 May

the tracks… will be my third novel, and you can read what i’ve written so far here.

i plan to publish the novel’s chapters on this blog as i write them, which is ever so exciting. but bear with me; it’s taken a while to get this far. subscribe to this blog and you’ll be notified as soon as i post new chapters.

the tracks… begins with the death of a woman on the train tracks at london bridge station, and focuses on the effect the incident has on the train driver who inadvertently kills her and a commuter who witnesses the incident.

i’m intrigued by the fact that, over the course of a twenty-five year career as a train driver, the chances are you’d inadvertently kill someone whilst simply doing your job. to me, this grim statistic offers an intriguing premise; train-related deaths are such a common occurrence these days, yet no one’s writing about them.

the tracks… won’t be quite as bleak as it sounds, though; to an extent it’s simply about how negative events can somehow have positive after-effects.

i hope you enjoy these opening chapters. all feedback massively appreciated (but keep it constructive, kids). comment on this blog or email me: daaanlewis@gmail.com.

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the first time i killed myself

15 Mar

The first time I killed myself, I thought, “Well, this is it.”

I know it was a rash decision to make, but I’d had a few beers. I jumped from my seventeenth-floor window, certain I’d make an impact. As I fell, I imagined the last thing to go through my head – besides the pavement, of course – would be some sense of remorse. But I didn’t feel a thing.

And that was it. Dead.

Except…I opened my eyes, it was Monday, and I was late. I dashed into the office and…nothing. No “Hey, Shane, unlucky with that suicide”. Nothing.

I only lasted another three weeks. My horse came in fifth, so I did the decent thing: a bullet to the head. Failed. Now, it’s – I’ve – become a joke. Slit wrists, overdose; I’ve tried the lot. Even licked batteries.

I won’t give up, though. Something has to change, because this is killing me.

 

read more the first time i killed myself here.

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