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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

It’s Our Little Secret

Chapter Six Raven Hill

It feels like a million spiders are crawling all over me. I shivered. Goose bumps started rising on my arms and legs as I walked up the granite steps. Why do I feel like this? This is so weird. I took a deep breath and looked around the porch. It was covered with dried leaves, and there were spider webs everywhere. Crap! Why did I just think about spiders crawling all over me? Spider webs are even worst then spiders. I hate it when they stick to my hands and I can’t get them off. I pushed my way through the webs and that made me shiver again. Then I wiped my hands on my jacket. Ewww…A chill ran down my spine.

“I hate spiders too,” Violet whispered in my ear. I glanced at her and smiled. “It’s our little secret,” she whispered.

 

Stop Whining

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“I have a really bad feeling about this,” Matt frowned. “I think we should go back.”

“Yeah, this place gives me the creeps,” said Violet. “Maybe, we should go back.”

“Stop whining!” snapped Robin. “You guys are such babies,” she looked over her shoulder, and then followed Joey onto the path.

“No, we’re not!” April gave Robin a dirty look.

“SHHHHHHH!” whispered Violet. “You guys are being really loud.”

“Yeah, be quiet…before we get caught,” Robin whispered.

“You be quiet!” April said, a little too loudly.

“No!” Robin snapped.

“Stop it!” Joey yelled over his shoulder.

I looked back, and so did Robin. “She’s the one causing all the trouble,” April pointed at Robin.

“Shut up!” Robin said angrily, and then she stuck out her tongue.

“No! Why don’t you!” April stuck out her tongue too.

“SHHHHHHH!” I whispered. “I think I heard something.”

 

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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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Key

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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.