Egg Jones

Egg Jones

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Genre: Young Adult

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Genre: Young Adult

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Eggy Jones is an 18-year old man, struggling to come to terms with who he is, what has happened to him, and what his place is in the world. He attends Saint Ava House, a rehab centre that caters to only the most talented patients out there. Residents have the highest quality equipment and resources available to them, aiding their recovery through art therapy. They are encouraged to build strong relationships with clients through selling their work, in order to gain better job prospects once they are recovered and leave the facility. Egg Jones may be the most talented artist Saint Ava has ever seen, but his demons aren't going down without a fight, and they're determined to drag him down with them.
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Summary

Eggy Jones is an 18-year old man, struggling to come to terms with who he is, what has happened to him, and what his place is in the world. He attends Saint Ava House, a rehab centre that caters to only the most talented patients out there. Residents have the highest quality equipment and resources available to them, aiding their recovery through art therapy. They are encouraged to build strong relationships with clients through selling their work, in order to gain better job prospects once they are recovered and leave the facility. Egg Jones may be the most talented artist Saint Ava has ever seen, but his demons aren't going down without a fight, and they're determined to drag him down with them.

Chapter1 (v.1) - ONE: EGGY

Author Chapter Note

Hello all! It's been awhile since I posted on Booksie, I know .. I'm back with something a little different (I hope). This new story - which I'll go ahead and say right now, will probably not make it past 5 chapters - is going to be like a little exercise for me, stretching my new knowledge and testing my writing skills, trying to incorporate the two into something somewhat readable.

You know how it is, when you start a story you've got so many great ideas buzzing around your head (which is how it's feeling now), but further down the line, I can almost guarantee I'll lose interest. I'll try to come back to it every so often, because I think it'll be good for me to develop this and for me to test out new areas of writing.

Anyhow, sorry for the ramble (this is mostly just context for me for when I look back and think what on earth I was thinking of, posting ANOTHER story that is never going to be finished), I hope you enjoy the tale of Eggy Jones!

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 08, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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ONE: EGGY

Violent reds and angry mauves exploded before me. Their shapes merged into one lower down, until they ran almost the same colour, and that was where a streak of yellow shot through. The damage was obnoxiously bright. It made me feel uncomfortable, but I couldn’t look away from it. The gentle brown feathering on its edges did nothing to detract from the loudness.

“It’s good, Eggy.”

I turned to look over my shoulder. Gina nodded encouragingly at the canvas I was sat in front of. Her dark eyes were shiny and hopeful, crinkled at the corners from her crow’s feet. I shook my head.

It was shit.

I sighed, and got up to stretch. I put my palette down on my stool along with my small selection of brushes. After I cracked out my knuckles, and shook the stiffness from my legs, I went over to the shelf by the window to re-tune the radio. Grey, heavy clouds gathered outside. I watched them move while I absentmindedly twisted the tuning knob.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Gina softly said. Her heavy skirts billowed around her ankles as she followed. If I’d been wearing shorts, I would have felt the soft breeze they lifted.

I fiddled with the tuning knob on the old stereo, listening to the white noise crackle in and out rhythmically as I switched between channels. I paused when I got to two stations playing at once, both trying desperately to outshine the other beneath the blanket of static.

“Do you want to take a break?”

I glanced at the clock which hung at the front of the room, comforting. It was almost two in the afternoon. I looked back at the wreck of a painting on my canvas. It really was shit. I didn’t know who Gina thought she was kidding.

I turned my attention to the others around the room. Two boys were sat at a table, furiously sketching one another. Another sat alone, working on a drawing from memory. There was another painter next to my setup, and then there was Rachael in the corner, doing research on the computer.

Gina watched my silence carefully. She knew how to read me by now.

“It’s really not that bad, Eggy. I have clients who’d pay good money for that,” she assured me. Her bright, joyful voice sailed right through me. Her clients must have been fucking blind, then.

I felt my eyes narrow and my brow turn down in a half-frown. “It’s shit.”

Gina watched me with pursed lips, trying to hang on to that thread of optimism. “Well, why don’t you take a break and come back to it tomorrow, hmm? Today doesn’t seem like a good day to work on it. What do you think?”

That was my cue to leave, then. When Gina wanted us to leave her class, she always turned it back around on us to make it seem like it was our decision, but I saw through her soft smiles and encouraging nods. If she’d have called me out and said ‘Eggy, your behaviour is foul today and I want you to leave now’, I’d probably have been less offended.

I looked at the floor as I stepped away from the radio, and walked over to my work station. Gina let me go without a word. I picked up my paints and brushes, and took them over to the sink. I would go then, and that was her cue to leave me alone.

I quickly washed up, then went to stand next to Rachael in the corner. She looked up at me and smiled.

“Hi, Eggy. Are you off?”

I nodded. I glanced at the computer screen. There was a webpage open on some obscure Russian painter I’d never heard of. I looked back to Rachel, and stared at her as the crackle of the radio floated over me.

“Do you want me to come?” she asked after waiting out my silence.

I nodded once.

“Okay. Let me grab my coat.”

She quickly exited the internet, then scraped her chair back as she stood. I followed her over to the coat peg and helped her into her coat. I plucked my scarf from the furthest right hook and wound it around my neck.

“Bye, Gina!” Rachael called over her shoulder. I turned around to see Gina waving us off. I didn’t acknowledge her wave or the smile she gave us – I didn’t see the point in those niceties – and simply led the way down the spiral stairwell to the back door of the building.

Rachael’s voice sounded behind me on the way down, “Wait up, Eggy!”


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