Showcase Saturday is where I showcase some of my fiction or poetry. I decided today to give you the first page of the novel I am currently working on, entitled Emily Swann. The plot is that Emily, a ten year old girl, is an orphan and heir to her father’s estate. Her late father was very rich and so the estate involves a lot of money. But her uncle, Steven Swann, lathough rich in his own right, is a greedy and grasping man and he wants Emily’s money for himself. The only way he can get it is if Emily is dead.
So he decides to murder Emily so that he can have the money all to himself. But Emily is not stupid. She knows what her uncle is like and she guesses what he is up to. She turns out to be a more formidable opponent than her uncle ever realised. Will Steven kill Emily? Will Emily survive and defeat Steven’s evil schemes? Wait and see!
Emily Swann was furious and she did not care who knew it. As a ten year old girl who was short for her age she was used to being ignored but that didn’t mean she had to like it. Emily had dark curly hair that refused to be tamed by hair pins and had a habit of working loose from any restraints that anyone tried to impose upon it. Right now it was buzzing around her head like a hive of angry bees. Her face was pretty rather than beautiful with a nose that turned up at the end and a slightly pointed chin. Without knocking first she marched straight into her uncle’s study.
“How dare you dismiss my governess! Bring her back this minute!” she shouted.
Her uncle, Steven Swann looked up from his desk.
“How dare you march in here, you malignant little troll! Get out!” he yelled back.
“I want my governess back!”
“I would not have that nasty American woman back if she were the last person on earth! She called me a mean old skinflint!”
“You are a mean old skinflint!”
“I have to have a governess and I want Marcie!”
“That woman was insubordinate; and she cost too much money.”
“She was my friend; friendship is more important than money.”
Steven picked up the inkstand and threw it at Emily.
“Get out!” he shouted.
The ink had missed its target but a few drops had spattered onto Emily’s dress.
“I hate you,” she shouted as she stormed out slamming the door as loudly as possible because she knew it annoyed him.