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Inspiration Board #4 part two

Images, make my story come to life!

They inspire me, they help me see my characters, see where they live, where they go and sets the mood of the story. That’s why most of the images are dark and moody…with a little touch of color here and there. Just like my story!

Images are such a useful tool for me, especially since I’m an artist/designer/potter/photographer and writer. They help me design my story world. I can visualize my story in my mind, but seeing images related to my story takes it a step further!

That’s why I make these inspiration boards.

chapter four part 2 with textjpg

Inspiration Board #4 part one

Images, make my story come to life!

They inspire me, they help me see my characters, see where they live, where they go and sets the mood of the story. That’s why most of the images are dark and moody…with a little touch of color here and there. Just like my story!

Images are such a useful tool for me, especially since I’m an artist/designer/potter/photographer and writer. They help me design my story world. I can visualize my story in my mind, but seeing images related to my story takes it a step further!

That’s why I make these inspiration boards.

chapter four part 1with textjpg

A Sneak Peek Inside Chapter Four

Chapter Four

 

I walked over to the door that I assumed was the closet and opened it. “Wow, that’s a small closet,” I said peeking inside. Then I looked at the other door in my room.

“Oh, wow! I have two closets,” I walked up to the door and opened it. Then I quickly closed it and ran out of my room. “Mom!” I yelled from the top of the stairs. “The attic door is in my room,” I shouted. “Can we switch rooms?” I crossed my fingers and hoped she would say yes.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” she yelled back. “It’s only an attic.”

“But Mom, I won’t be able to sleep in there,” I bit my bottom lip. “Please!”

“I’ll get someone to put a lock on it Monday.”

“But what am I supposed to do about tonight, and tomorrow night?” my stomach started to hurt.

“You’ll be fine,” she said. “Now go and unpack.”

“I hate it here!” I stomped into my room.