The Book Store

 

I took a deep breath before opening the door to the book store. The little bell rang, announcing my entrance. My grandmother looked up from behind the counter, and smiled at me. I smiled back.

“Hi gram,” I ran up to her and gave her a kiss and a big hug. She gives the best hugs in the world. I closed my eyes and hugged her harder. The smell of her perfume made me feel better. She pulled away from me and looked into my eyes.

“How was your first day?” she looked a little worried.

“It was fine,” I bit my lip and looked away.

She looked me over and that’s when she saw my knees. “What happened?” she raised her eyebrow.

“It’s nothing. I just fell,” I looked into her light blue eyes and smiled. But, I knew that wasn’t going to work.

“Nora!” my grandmother looked over her shoulder. Then my mother came out from the back room.

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I turned toward the bookshelf, and started reading some of the titles. Then suddenly, a book right in front of me started to slide out slowly, all by itself, then it stopped…just before it was about to fall off the shelf. I stared at it for a second or two, and then glanced over my shoulder to see if anyone else had seen it. But they were on the other side of the room, and obviously didn’t see it. I took a deep breath. How could a book move by itself? I reached up and grabbed it, then took it off the shelf. It was Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson. When I opened the book, a strange feeling came over me. I shivered. It felt like someone was looking over my shoulder, watching me. I quickly glanced behind me, but no one was there. I guess it was just my imagination. I flipped through some of the pages, and then suddenly something fell out of the book, and onto the floor. I looked behind me again, because that feeling of someone watching me was still there. I held my breath for a second, and slowly let it out. This time when I shivered, it was because I was cold and I could actually see my breath. How is this even possible? It’s October. I shouldn’t be able to see my breath. It shouldn’t be this cold in here.

“Lacy!” Robin called. “Come over here, and look at this.”

“In a minute,” I glanced over my shoulder. Then I bent down to see what fell out of the book. I picked it up. It was a skeleton key, and it looked really old. It was very ornate, and it had a capital R on it. I held it in my hand for a few minutes, looking at it, feeling it. Then right when I was going to put the key back in the book, the strangest thing happened. The window started rattling, and then the dingy white curtains that were hanging down each side of the window started to blow, like there was a hurricane. I hadn’t even noticed that the window was even open. I think it was closed. The wind started howling, and then the door slammed shut. I jumped.

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New Friends

 

“Thanks for walking me home guys,” I walked up the steps, and then turned around to wave goodbye.

“See you tomorrow,” Joey said.

“What’s going on tomorrow?” my mother wanted to know. I cringed and held my breath, hoping no one would tell her the truth. Thankfully no one said a word. The silence was deafening so I finally opened my mouth.

“They’re going to show me around town and show me where Saint Andrews is,” I said really quickly, before someone else said something different. “And they’re going to show me where the library is too,” I tucked my hair behind my ear.

“Okay, but make sure you do some unpacking,” she looked at me and then at them. “We have a lot of work to do, you know. Let me have that bag,” she reached for it as I handed it to her. Then she went inside.

I took a deep breath and then sighed. I was so relieved, because she actually believed me and she was going to let me go. I looked at my new friends. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” they said at the same time. I smiled at them and they smiled back. “Don’t forget…the bridge at 1:00,” Joey smiled at me again.

“I won’t forget,” I stayed on the porch and watched them walk toward Robin’s house. Maybe this place isn’t so bad after all. But then I remembered Mrs. Dutton, and what she said to me. The words echoed in my ears. “Those who do…end up dead,” I shivered.

 

 

 

Evelyn Grinstead

 

I ran my fingers along the spins of the books and then I saw a photo resting on one of the stacks. I picked it up to get a better look. There was a young girl in the photo, about the same age as me, I guess. She had a long white dress on and long wavy hair. But more importantly, Raven Hill was in the background. I stared at it.

“Have you found any good books yet?” Mrs. Grinstead asked.

I turned around; the photo was still in my hand. “Ummm…not yet.”

“I see you found my photo,” she glanced at the picture in my hand. “That was a long time ago.”

“Is this you?”

“Yes, I was twelve when that photo was taken,” she walked in the room carrying a tray of steaming hot tea and a plate of cookies. “It was 1912. That was the last time I was at Raven Hill,” she looked at me, and then put the tray down on the table. “Have a seat,” she motioned toward the chair and then she sat down in the other one.

I handed her the photo. She stared at it for a few seconds. No doubt, remembering the day the photo was taken. “It looks like you were having fun,” I smiled when she looked at me.

“Oh, yes. It was a wonderful day,” she glanced at the photo again. “It was the last 4th of July Celebration at Raven Hill,” she looked sad.  “Every year they had one. Practically the whole town was there,” she took a sip of her tea.

“Why was that the last one?” I blew on my tea and then took a sip. It was really hot.

“Because a few months later, something dreadful happened there,” she looked into my eyes. “I’m sure you’ve heard the stories already. The legend of the woman in black,” she took another sip and then put her tea cup down.

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NaNoWriMo Winner 2014

I haven’t blogged in a while, because I’ve been a very busy girl. I participated in National Novel Writing Month…50,000 words in 30 days.

And I did it…Yay!

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And I actually finished four days early.

Just before midnight on November 26, I validated my word count at National Novel Writing Month – http://www.nanowrimo.org with 52, 617 words. When I started, I really didn’t think I’d finish…at all!!!

I was just hoping it would motivate me to write, because I was being a huge procrastinator. Always putting everything before my writing, always telling myself, when I finish this…I’ll write, or when I finish that…I’ll do some writing, but it would never happen. By the end of the night, I’d be exhausted and then tell myself…I’ll do it tomorrow.

I’ve learned a lot, during this experience. Not only about writing, but about myself too. I started out doing really well, but then I hit a slump in the middle of the month. I lost steam…energy, lost focus, and then I got lost! I had no idea where I was going.

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Usually, when I’m lost…it makes me stop writing. I don’t like not knowing where I’m going, which is kind of weird considering I’m a pantser…who’s trying to be a plotter. But this time I didn’t stop. I kept going with the help of my husband, my family, my friends, my FB friends and my FB writing group 10 Minute Novelists, who cheered me on and encouraged me to keep going.

Somewhere along this journey…I realized that I could actually do it. Something inside me kicked in, and gave me the power and the strength to finish this race.

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It wasn’t easy!

I dragged myself through the mud, and crawled to the finish line.

I wasn’t going to give up, no matter what!

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By the end of National Novel Writing Month, I was totally exhausted! My brain needed a vacation. I was hoping for a little rest, but orders were coming in from my Etsy Shop.

 http://www.ravenhillpottery.etsy.com

So, I had to start processing and shipping orders. No rest for me yet!

My NaNoWriMo Emergency Survival Kit

This is my very first #NaNoWriMo

National Novel Writing Month

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So, I’ve made an emergency survival kit.

And the very first thing in my kit is…

 Chocolate

I absolutely love chocolate! I started eating endangered species chocolate, shortly after finding out I had celiac disease. I had to find some chocolate that I could eat. That was one thing I wasn’t willing to give up. I love the dark chocolate with cranberries & almonds.

It’s certified GF and NON GMO Verified.

Not only does chocolate make me happy, it actually has a lot of health benefits. It’s nutrient dense, it supports mental performance (I’m going to need that), and it reduces stress and anxiety (I need that too!) I think I’ll be eating a lot of chocolate this month.

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Pistachios

Pistachios have lots of health benefits, one of them is a high content of vitamin B6, which helps in increasing the hemoglobin count in your blood. This oxygen rich blood is then supplied to the brain making it even more active. I’m going to need that!

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Water

Water boosts productivity and ramps up brain power!

GF Snack Bars

I love Van’s chocolate chip whole grain snack bars and cranberry almond whole grain snack bars. It’s hard to believe they’re gluten-free, they taste really good.

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Paper, Index Cards and Post-it Notes

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Pens and Markers

I have plenty of pens and markers, if I need them. I’ll be doing most of my writing on my computer, but sometimes I like to sit in my recliner and write old school style, with a legal pad and my favorite pens.

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My Favorite Writing Books

And the last thing in my #NaNoWriMo Emergency Survival Kit is my favorite writing books. These are just some of them. I buy books like most women buy shoes, so I have a lot of books.

I think I’m ready!

Inspiration Board #6 – part three

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.

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Are you coming with me!

Inspiration Board 6 – part two

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.

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Raven Hill

Come on in…if you dare!

A Sneak Peek Inside Chapter Five ~ part six

One more sneak peek from chapter five!

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“Get it off!” Matt yelled. “Get it off!”

“Oh, don’t be such a baby,” Robin gently picked up the grayish brown spider. “It’s only a little spider.”

“You know I hate spiders,” he shivered. “It was wicked hairy,” he shivered again. “And it wasn’t little!”

“That was really mean,” April said, as Robin gently put the spider back on the floor. I watched it scurry away.

“I was just having some fun,” Robin smiled. “Come on, it was kind of funny, wasn’t it?”

‘I don’t think so,” April gave her a dirty look.

“Hey, why don’t we play truth or dare,” Violet smiled.

“Do we have to?” Joey made a face.

“Yes!” she said. “I’ll go first.” She tucked her hair behind her ear, and then looked at me.

Inspiration Board 6 – part one

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.

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Raven Hill!