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Tuesday, October 15, 2013



I've got a story to tell - my story. It won’t always be a happy one, but I’m afraid that notion just isn't feasible, given my situation. 

You see, I’m a slave – I have been since the day I was born. Being a slave has had bearing on every aspect of my life, so clearly I am limited in my ability to tell you anything but an often tragic and heartbreaking tale. 

There have been moments of triumph for me, and I’ll tell you about those too. But, understand that for someone like me, victory usually comes at a cost higher than most people would be willing pay. This story is about my struggle to gain and maintain an identity without even really knowing who I wanted to be. 

***This is a novella of about 34,000 words. The follow-up novel, Backlash, is coming soon!*** 

Author's Note: This novella, while fictitious, is set in the antebellum South of the United States. Every effort has been made to deliver a tale true to the time. This story contains scenes of violence, non-consensual and dubiously consensual sexual activity, as well as strong language. 


…I was sold away from Master and Mistress St. Clair.  I didn’t know where I’d be carried off to or what I’d have to do when I got there.  There was nothing left for me at St. Clair except for the constant reminders and painful memories of my slain son. So, I couldn’t have cared any less when Master St. Clair came into my room early one morning with the leg irons and collar.

We traveled west for several days, stopping at several stations to change out the horses and sleep.  We also passed through lots of small towns where auctions were taking place. Within a couple of days, the wagon’s load had increased from one girl to ten; all of them different shapes, sizes, and shades of brown. We made it to the Mississippi River three days after our departure from Biloxi.  Crossing the river took some quite a bit of time, as the bridge was shoddy and weathered.  

With the river crossed, we’d only a couple of hours left until our destination – the Devereaux Plantation – was reached.  Master St. Clair and his son, Claude, were motivated by the promise of turning a large profit in the sale of the ten of us.  They’d bypassed several rest stations since crossing the river, opting instead to deliver their cargo earlier than was expected.   The city limits were bustling with activity, and people all stopped what they were doing to witness the cartload of living, breathing money being driven through town.  

The sounds of commerce faded as we rode deeper into the countryside.  We turned off the main road and onto a winding path that was lined with pecan trees on both sides.  The smell of ripe sugarcane traveled over the marsh with the wind, and in the distance I could see my new prison.  Any questions I’d had about what was in store for me were about to answered.  My only hope was that my new Master wasn’t anymore cruel than my former ones.  At least I was sure I’d be able to withstand the misery of my captivity.


Yvie Towers is a reader and writer of fiction.  She loves dark romance, but she also enjoys humorous fiction and mystery/suspense.  It was her love of reading that inspired her to write.  She writes across several genres, often focusing on unconventional and strangely-likeable characters.  When she’s not reading or writing, Yvie loves spending time with her husband, three children, and close friends.


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