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Inspiration Board #5 part six

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.

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.

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Inspiration Board #1 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.

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Beginnings and Endings

A sneak peek inside chapter one

Then suddenly the old woman walked right up to me, and whispered in my ear. I froze. “I wouldn’t wear that if I were you.” she said, her breath gave me goose bumps on the back of my neck.

“Wear what?” I asked, a little confused and somewhat nervous. Her nearness made me uncomfortable so I took a few steps back.

“It’s cursed…”

“Cursed?” I frowned. Now I was really getting nervous.

“Beware my dear, beware,” she warned, glaring at me with a strange look on her face. I shivered again, and tiny goose bumps started rising on my arms and legs.

“Beware of what?” I asked warily, not sure I really wanted to know the answer.

 Jumping over a paragraph…

“Wait! What are you talking about?” I followed her down the sidewalk. “Please tell me what you mean. I don’t understand. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said impatiently.

“Don’t wear it in public,” the old woman said, turning abruptly. I nearly bumped into her again. “Hide it. Don’t let anyone ever find it,” she said, looking around once more. “Those who do end up dead.”

Copyright ~ TXu 1-905-288 November 4, 2013