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Inspiration Board #6 – part seven

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For a split second, I thought I saw something in the window on the second floor. Suddenly a gust of wind blew my hair in my face, and I couldn’t see. I pulled my hair away from my eyes, and that’s when I saw it. I froze. I couldn’t move. I was afraid, but yet I was fascinated. I took a couple of steps closer, so I could get a better look. It looked like a girl standing in the window, but not a real one. It was a misty white cloud in the shape of a girl. I stared at the window, then suddenly the misty white girl looked real, and she was staring right at me. I gasped. I couldn’t look away, I don’t know why. I just kept staring at her, and she kept staring at me. Then she put her index finger to her mouth, like she didn’t want me to tell anyone. I shivered. The hair on the back of my neck was standing up, and I could feel goose bumps all over my body.

“This can’t be real. It can’t be!”

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Inspiration Board #6 – part six

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Inside…Raven Hill

Check out the sneak peek here…

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Inspiration Board #6 – part five

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Images, make my story come to life!

They inspire me, they help me see my characters, where they go, what kind of trouble they get into, 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.

Inspiration Board #6 – part four

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Images, make my story come to life!

They inspire me, they help me see my characters, where they go, what kind of trouble they get into, 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.

If I were you…

 

I glanced at Joey, his jaw was twitching and his nostrils flared. Then I looked back at the three boys, who were crossing the street.

“Great,” complained Matt. “What do we do now?” Matt looked a little worried, but Joey didn’t look worried at all, he just looked mad.

“Well…Well…Well…boys, look who we have here,” smirked the boy in the middle. “I thought I smelled something foul!”

“Shut up Zach!” Joey’s jaw twitched again.

“What’s wrong?” Zach walked a little closer. “Having second thoughts?” a nasty grin started spreading across his face. He’d be kind of cute, if he didn’t look so mean.

“I knew they would back out, I knew they wouldn’t do it,” said the boy with red hair.

“What’s the matter Joey, you chicken?” the tall boy flapped his arms like a chicken, while the other two laughed. I decided right then and there, that I didn’t like them…at all!

“Shut up you moron!” yelled Matt. I glanced at Matt and saw his face turning red, and then I looked at Zach, who looked even meaner than before.

“What did you say?” asked Zach angrily.

“You heard him,” Joey balled up his hands.

“I’d be careful if I were you,” threatened Zach. I looked around…from one boy to the next, it looked like there was going to be a fight, a real fight.

“Why don’t you leave them alone?” I snapped. Oh crap! Did I just say that…out loud. I bit my bottom lip. Why do I always open my big fat mouth, at the wrong time? It always gets me in trouble.

“Who’s going to make me?” Zach sneered. “You!” then the three of them laughed, so I gave them a dirty look. “You guys are mean,” I narrowed my eyes.

“If I were you…I’d keep my mouth shut and mind my own business,” Zach gave me an icy stare.

“Who’s gonna make me?” I wrinkled my eyebrows and clenched my teeth.

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Nice to meet you Lacy Quinn

 

I heard someone call my name. I looked over my shoulder to see who it was. It was Matt. Then suddenly, I banged right into someone. It felt like I walked into a brick wall. Books, papers, file folders and a brief case went flying through the air.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I bent down to help the man pick up his things.

“It was my fault,” he bent down too and…

“Ouch!” I touched my forehead. I saw stars for a few seconds. Then I started laughing.

“Are you okay?” he looked concerned. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” Then he laughed too and rubbed his head. “Today is just not my day,”

“I wasn’t watching where I was going either,” I looked into his brown eyes and smiled. “Are you a teacher here?” I picked up his books and handed them to him, and then stood up.

“Actually, I teach next door…at the high school,” he took the books from me and picked up his brief case. “Thank you,” he smiled. The man who was with him was still picking up the file folders, and Matt, April and Violet chased after the papers that were flying around in the hallway. Every time someone opened the front door, the papers would fly all over the place.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked me again. “I’m Victor Collins,” he stuck out his hand and smiled.

I stretched out my hand and shook his, “Nice to meet you Mr. Collins.”

He raised one eyebrow, “From the look on your face, I’m guessing that you’ve meet my nephew Zach,” his smile spread across his face, making the dimple in his chin more pronounced. “He’s a little difficult at times, but deep down he’s a good boy.”

I frowned, “Actually, he’s not very nice at all,” I quickly covered my mouth. Did I really say that…out loud? Oh, no!

Victor Collins laughed. “You never told me your name,” he said still smiling. “I don’t think that’s fair, do you?”

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t very nice, it just slipped out,” I looked at him and then looked at my shoes.

“That’s okay. I don’t even remember what you said. So, are you going to tell me your name?”

“I’m Lacy Quinn,” I looked up at him. He was wearing a plaid jacket, a light blue button down shirt and jeans. His smile quickly faded for some reason, and he looked a little surprised. There was a few seconds of awkwardness, but then his smile returned.

“Nice to meet you Lacy Quinn,”

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This was written during NaNoWriMo. Technically…it has not been edited yet. I just gave it a once over. I think it’s okay!

 

The Care Taker

Raven Hill the care taker by Melinda Marie Alexander

The Care Taker