Short story by me.
Nathaniel didn't like to call it revenge; Returning the favor sounded much nicer. The small kingdom of Chance never saw it coming. There had been neither rumors nor whispers of it in the neighboring kingdoms, nor, had there been anything like it before. The Sleeping Death is what they had learned to call the disease. It crept into their homes a clear blue mist filling the rooms, taking their last breath whilst they slept.
Hundreds upon thousands of people lay dead throughout the country, yet King Edwin was unconcerned. King Edwin liked to surround himself with psychics and mediums. His favorite was a psychic named Bastian. Bastian told the king "Since you are of royal blood, noting but a natural death would ever bestowed you." It was this remark that led the King to believe that his beloved castle was disease-proof. Upon this revelation, he developed the plan to invite a thousand of his closest friends and family to the castle for a grand supper.
That is partly how Nathaniel found himself sitting in a chair inside the grand ballroom at the biggest table he had ever seen in his life. The people who surrounded the table spoke, laughed and ate as though death wasn't just outside the door. "Christian," Queen Daisy called down to Nathaniel with a delighted smile upon her face. (Christian was the name if Nathaniel's twin brother.) Christian had befriended the Queen when she was just a child; he was her oldest friends and closest confidant. Christian was the other reason why he found himself inside at the supper.
A few days prior, Nathaniel had been on a hunting trip with his brother when it had happened. The Sleeping Death entered the kingdom that night-taking Nathaniel's wife Ella. His heart both broke and hardened that day, It broke over the death of Ella, but it hardened when he went to the King and asked him to help his kingdom. Because he was Christian's brother; the King agreed to talk to him. "This Sleeping Death you talk of has nothing to do with me, nor has it anything to do with my family. I see no reasoning in why I should help you." King Edwin said.
"Does not have anything to do with you? Your Royal Highness, your kingdom is dying beneath your feet! For each night that passes, more and more of the people your people are succumbing to death. How does this not concern you?" Nathaniel asked, hatred attaching itself to every word as it spilled from his mouth.
"I have nothing more to say to you but to ask you if you would deliver this invitation to your brother from my wife. She would very much like him to come to our supper this Friday. Tell him it would mean everything to her to have him here with us," King Edwin said taking a small rolled up piece of parchment from Bastian. As Nathaniel took the invitation, the King smiled, "Have a lovely night."
Upon returning home, Nathaniel told his brother the story of what had happened at the castle. He then presented his brother with the invitation from Queen Daisy. "I have yet to see why she loves him so. He is nothing but narcissistic and pompis. He should be helping what is left of his people, not celebrating the deaths of those who have been taken." Christian paused, looking from his brother to the invitation. "You will go in my stead," he said.
"Me?" Nathaniel asked a bit baffled at his brother's words. "I want nothing to do with this supper. For all I care about this supper is for King Edwin to choke upon his fancy food. It is what he deserves."
"Precisely, brother." Christian said with a mischievous smile upon his lips. "Would you like to hear my plan?" Nathaniel nodded slightly, not sure he truly wanted to hear this plan, but also not sure he truly didn't. "You shall go as me, whilst you are there, you shall present King Edwin with a bottle of my finest hand-made wine. (King Edwin has said before he can not resist a drop of my wine.) He will drink the whole bottle himself. However this wine will nit be like any other I have made for him before. For this wine will be laced with pokeberries: half a glass and he shall succumb to death. It is what he deserves for letting his people suffer whilst he sits around and dines with friends." Nathaniel was taken with the idea immediately.
(Present day.) "Yes, Daisy?" Christian (Nathaniel) replied, smiling at the Queen.
"How is your poor brother doing? I hear through the whispers maids that Ella has been taken by the Sleeping Death." Queen Daisy said.
"He is devastated, Mum. Ella was the love of his life. He will find another like her I fear." Christian (Nathaniel) explained with much sorrow. Pain shown in the Queen's eyes.
"There will be no more talk of death. WE are here to celebrate great friends, great family and great health!" King Edwin Roared from the head of the table.
"To health!" the res of the table repeated raising their glasses as well. He raised his glass full of Christian's fine wine to his lips and began to drink. King Edwin brought his free had to his throat, the room fell silent as he started to choke violently. Fear filled eyes locked with Nathaniel's as he slumped forward to his death.
Queen Daisy rose to her feet and rushed to her husbands side. "Edwin! Edwin!" she scrame shaking the King.
"Hes gone my Queen." Bastian said wrapping his arms around her. Bastian looked down the table to Nathaniel.
Nathaniel slowly rose to his feet. Wine glass in his hand. "Long live the King." He said a cruel smile upon his lip he turned and slowly walked out of the castle. Once at the castle gates he stopped to take one last look at the castle. Just in time to see the Sleeping Death slowly creeping under the castle doors.
A short story by me.
Ever since Connor could remember, the people in town held a secret: The secret of the thousands of missing people and The Keeper of the Woods who took them. He had heard the story of the first one taken more times than he could count.
In the early 1900’s, the Highland family lived in small house on the edge of Larkin Woods. A widower named Charlotte and her two children (Emmett age fourteen and Julian age nine.) One warm Saturday morning mid-summer, Emmett took his younger brother into the woods to teach him how to hunt. By nightfall, the boys had yet to return home. Worried, Charlotte decided to look for them; grabbing her shawl and a lantern, she set off into the woods to find her children.
Charlotte wandered around for hours calling their names, Soon, the softness of woods was filled with the sounds of crying all around her. Frightened, Charlotte took off running towards home. Before she could get to the edge of the woods, she tripped over a stump, the lantern flying from her grasp landing mere feet in front of her. Suddenly, the crying stopped. In the faint light of the fallen lantern, she rose to her feet. Turning, Charlotte realized what she had tripped over wasn’t a stump at all; it was her youngest son Julian.
Charlotte ran to his side, all the color was gone from his young face, leaving him as white as a cloud. As she lifted her son into her arms, she could hear him say, “Finders keepers, finders keepers, no more light of day. Finders keepers, finders keepers, forever in the woods you will stay.” Julian was never able to tell his mother what happened that day in the woods, and Emmett was never seen again.
Connor came bursting through his best friend Morgan’s bedroom door. “Do you ever knock?” Morgan asked looking up from the YouTube video he had been watching on his laptop.
“Didn’t think I ever had to. I mean I practically live here anyway, so what's the point?” Connor replied as he flopped down on Morgan’s bed. “I came up with the perfect end of summer plan.” A smile slowly spread across his face. Morgan had been best friends with Connor since they were both five-years-old, over the year,Morgan learned that good things rarely followed that smile.”No, no whatever it is no.” Morgan said.
“Oh come on, Morgan, just hear me out on this one. It’s something we have been talking about doing for years,” Connor said excitement dripping from his every word. Morgan just sat there waiting for Connor’s dramatic pause to end. “We, you and me, the fantastic duo.”
“No one calls us that,” Morgan interrupted.
“Well, they should, and they definitely will after we spend the night in Larkin Woods and find The Keeper.” Connor was practically bouncing with excitement. Morgan hit play on his laptop, the sound of video he had been watching now filled the room. Connor rolled off the bed, walked over and shut Morgan’s laptop. “Hear me out on this.”
Morgan sighed leaning back in his chair. “Fine.” he said. “You have 5 minutes, go.”
The smile returned to Connor’s face. “It’s the last thing on the list of things we want to do before our senior year. We can tell our parents were going camping in Baker Park for the weekend. Larkin Woods is about a mile away from there. We camp there during the night then during the day we go to the woods and look for The Keeper,” he said.
“That’s just an old story that people made up years ago to keep the kids out of the woods,” Morgan replied. “Besides, nobody has gone missing.”
“Taken,” Connor corrected him.
“Gone missing,” Morgan repeated, “In months. It’s just stories, Con, nothings out there.”
The smile on Connor’s face fell. “Why do you always have to pop my bubble? So no one has been taken in months?” Morgan opened his mouth, “Taken!” Connor said annoyed. Morgan shut his mouth, “That many people don’t just disappear without a trace. You can’t just lose that many people. They were taken by The Keeper. You know that, and I know that, and as for that little no one has gone missing for months theory.” Connor reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded up piece of paper unfolded it, then slid it across the desk to Morgan. He started skimming the paper. “Cydney Baker age nineteen went missing 3 days ago along with her also nineteen-year-old boy friend Jackson Harris. They were last seen hiking around Larkin Woods. Say The Keeper isn’t real; Say it’s just some story from way back when, but these are real people Morgan. Flesh and blood, and fingers crossed, still breathing people. Now, if we don’t find The Keeper maybe we can find them and bring them back home to their families. Are you really going to say no to that?”
Morgan had to admit Connor had a point.He did like the idea of going out and finding these teens and bringing them home, not for the sake of being a hero, he liked helping people just for the sake of helping them. It gave him the best sort of feeling. Connor knew this about him. He knew that this news article would be the one thing, the proverbial straw that breaks the camel’s back one could say in getting him to say the four words Connor had been wanting to hear since he burst through Morgan's door that day. “When do we leave?”
Connor had been packed since the night before, he burst in on Morgan; he had not only already found Morgan’s sleeping bag and two person tent, but he had convinced both sets of parents some best friend mini vacation time was the perfect way to end the summer. The trip out to Baker’s Park was one they had taken a thousand times. Connor was convinced he could drive all the way there with his eyes closed. Not that Morgan would ever let him try.
“Hey Con,” Morgan called out as he walked towards their shared campsite. “Where have you been? No human takes that long to pee. You’re going to be taking the whole site down by yourself now,” Connor complained. That’s when he noticed that Morgan hadn’t returned back to camp alone. He had two people with him. The guy looked as if he couldn’t be more than sixteen, while the girl looked more their own age. “Who’s this?” he asked. A cheeky smile appeared on Morgan’s face. “This is Hazel and her cousin Kyle. Hazel is Cydney’s younger sister. They’re here to look for her. I suggested they come along with us. The bigger the group, the harder it will be to get lost.”
It didn’t take the group long to get things ready for their first day of searching. “Can I just ask one thing?” Kyle, who had been relevantly quiet until now. (Connor assumed it was because he didn’t actually want to be here. The kid was jumpier than a Turkey on Thanksgiving.) “Shoot,” Connor replied. “What do we do if we get separated?” You could see the fear in his eyes. Everyone in the group could tell being taken was something he was afraid, something that would actually happen to them. “Glad you asked dude.” Morgan said digging into his backpack. He pulled out a set of walkie-talkies. Connor couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled out another set of walkie-talkies. The appearance of the two sets of walkie-talkies seemed to put Kyle at ease a bit.
“Here’s the plan,” Connor began surveying the small group. "We set the walkie’s to frequency 2, they can go up to four miles before you lose anyone. Keep your walkie close to you at all times. Morgan is going to be the keeper of the map.” Kyle glared at him. If just the word keeper was going to get a reaction from him Connor knew he was going to have some extra fun this weekend. “If you see or hear anything report speak up. We only have about six hours of sunlight left so we should head out now.”
The whole trip was exciting and straight out of the movies. Just thinking of maybe finding the legendary Keeper gave him a strange rush of adrenaline.There was a strange sort of calm to Larkin Woods. However as he looked around, Connor realized there were no animals around. No sign of deer, birds, not even a random chipmunk.The thought of this should have concerned him, but it just made the excitement build. “Not really what I expected,” Hazel said.
“What exactly were you expecting?” Kyle asked.
“I thought it would be darker, scarier in a way kind of horror film, esk. This is more bright lights and Disney.”
“That’s what The Keeper wants you to think,” Kyle mumbled.
They continued through the woods in almost complete silence t for the next half-hour. Connor wandered off for a pee break, that's when he heard it the first time; the sound of breathing. It was so close at first, he had thought one of the others had followed him. Looking around, he saw nobody. Connor shook his head removing the thought of breathing from his mind, There was nothing in the story of The Keeper about breathing. He was just getting too caught up in the whole situation they were all in. Shrugging it off, he went back to the group.
“Is it just me, or does anyone else have the feeling that we are constantly being watched?” Hazel asked looking around the area they had stopped in. “For the last few minutes, I keep thinking something is watching me. Not just behind me but in front of me and on both sides all at once.” The rest of the group were all looking at her blank looks on their faces. “I’m not crazy.’
“It’s The Keeper.” Morgan said. “The story; we have all been fed these stories about missing people and the thing in the woods. It’s a natural defense for our bodies to be scared right now. There’s no such thing as The Keeper.”
“Kyle, buddy, you okay?” Hazel asked her cousin. Kyle hadn’t talked since they had entered the woods. He was always looking blankly around like he was waiting for something bad to happen.
“Memories,” he said.
“Come again?” Connor asked confusion written all over his face.
“The people who make it out, the ones who get away from The Keeper, they have no memory of any of it. What happened to them where the people they were with went. They don’t even know if The Keeper is a guy or a girl. They could be anyone, anywhere, at any time,” Kyle replied barely over a whisper.
“Okay then. I think it’s time to get Kyle moving. Having him in one spot for long isn’t a good idea. He's too scared. If we don’t find Cydney and Jackson by tonight, Kyle can stay behind at camp while we all go out and look.” Morgan suggested.
“No!” Kyle frantically yelled. “I want to be here. I want to look. I have to.” He were staring at Hazel as if she were about to lash out at him for Morgan’s suggestion. Hazel. Connor noticed had a controlling yet calming in her eyes. It was almost like she was talking to Kyle without words.
“Okay, then it’s settled; Kyle stays. Lets just get moving before the run out of daylight,” Hazel said the look in her eyes replaced with a happier one.
As they were walking, they tapered off from each other a bit, occasionally calling out for the missing teens. “Jackson! Jackson can you hear us?” Connor yelled. “Shhh,” came a voice he didn’t recognize. “Jackson?” Connor questioned the air. “Shhh!” came the voice again. This time Connor could have sworn the voice came from behind him. He spun around expecting to find someone standing there, only to be met by a tree. That’s when he saw it, or at least he thought he saw it. Eyes: human eyes as blue as the sky on the tree as if it were alive, Connor blinked and the eyes were gone. He ran to Morgan’s side. “The trees.” he panted. “The trees are alive, not plant type alive, but they have eyes! They can talk! One of them just told me to shh!”
“Not you too, this isn’t Narnia. This is Larkin Woods. The trees here can’t talk, and there is no way they have eyes. You must have caught a glimpse of a bird or something,” Morgan said.
“Wake up and think logically for a minute. When was the last time you saw any animal in these woods?” Connor asked. “Because there aren’t any. Don’t you think there’s something majorly not right with that?”
“I am thinking logically. I seem to be the only person who is right now, Everyone else seems to be going insane,” Morgan argued back.
“Who’s going insane?” Hazel asked swinging her walkie-talkie back and forth by the antenna.
“You all are. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, there is no such thing as The Keeper. People come in here and get lost, then are never seen again,” Morgan told her. Hazel’s face went blank, a tiny bit of anger shown in her eyes. “That is my sister out there, she is the smartest person I have ever know. Cydney has been a hiker all her life there is no way in hell she just got lost in the woods. Now, you have a choice stick with us and help us look for her or...”
“Hey guys?” Connor spoke over the end of Hazel’s sentence. Hazel and Morgan both looked at him as though they were ready to smack him for interrupting their argument. “Where’s Kyle?” Hazel spun around fear replacing her previous hate filled eyes. "That girl's emotions change faster than the hands on a clock." Connor noted. “He was just standing right here, I told him I was going to talk to you. He said he was going to stand right here,” Hazel said frantically.
Just then, the woods were filled with the high-pitched screams. The screams were coming from every direction. “Kyle! Kyle! Can you hear me?” Morgan yelled as loud as he could into the walkie-talkie. “Kyle! Where are you?” The screaming was getting louder Hazel,Connor, and Morgan all fell to the ground hands over their ears in attempt to keep out the screams. The ground started to shake. Morgan looked up and let out a yell of his own. All of the trees had eyes they were looking straight at him. The screams some how were coming from the trees. He tried to stand up, however as he began to move, two hands came from the shaking ground wrapping their dirt covered fingers around his ankles.
To his right, he could vaguely hear Connor calling his name. Connor reached out grabbing Morgan’s leg to try and pull him free from the hands. Larkin Woods went black, the screaming and shaking stopped, Connor could hardly see Morgan but continued to pull. As he pulled Morgan free, daylight shone upon them again. Morgan toppled forward causing Connor to fall backward onto the ground where Hazel had been mere moments before. “Hazel! Hazel where did you go?’ He scream into the walkie-talkie.
“Finders keepers, finders keepers, no more light of day. Finders keepers, finders keepers, forever in the woods you will stay.” A voice came from the walkie-talkie. Connor threw his walkie-talkie to the ground. He stared at the walkie-talkie as it were going to lash out and bite him. “Non-believers are never leavers,” the voice said.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Morgan asked, fear evident in every word.
“Are you serious? You are going to sit there and tell me you don’t know what that means?” Connor spat back. “Ever since we have stepped foot into this damn place, you have done nothing but say The Keeper isn’t real! The Keeper is obviously pissed off, and he’s going to keep us now!”
“My fault, my fault? You’re the one who dragged me here!” Morgan spat back.
“The Keeper said non-believers, Morgan; you said, 'The Keeper wasn’t real', and then, all hell broke lose. That’s all on you!” Conner yelled.
A rustling sound came from the trees behind them. Both boys shot up and huddled together. “Connor’s right, you, know,” Kyle said as he stepped out of the shadows of the trees. “I tried to tell you to be scared, I tried telling you that you needed to be worried!” He hissed at the boys in front of him. “Neither of you listened to me! You treated this like a game and kept telling me not to believe. But now you will see, You will see why you should be scared and why you should have just stayed home!”
“Kyle.” Morgan started.
“My names not Kyle!”
“Then what is your name?’
“It’s Emmett Highland.”
“That’s not possible. Emmett went missing over a hundred years ago. He’s dead,” Connor said. His hands were starting to shake. He didn’t know what he could believe anymore.
“The Keeper doesn’t kill you. The Keeper keeps you forever. It’s more of a collection than a grave. I, the first one, am the special one,” Emmett said. His words sent chills down Connor and Morgan’s spines. Connor was visibly shaking now. Morgan was petrified with fear. “Do you want to know what The Keeper does with her collection?” Emmett asked.
“Her collection?” Connor stuttered out.
“Yes, Connor, The Keeper is a girl,” Hazel said coming out from behind the same tree as Emmett had just been. “Surprise!” she said in a high pitched, sarcastic, girly squeal. Hazel strut forward toward Connor and Morgan, an almost animalistic smile on her face. “Don’t be scared pet.” She reached out and stroked Connor’s hair. He slapped her hand away. “You really don’t have to worry about anything Connor. Morgan on the other hand,” Morgan was frozen in place; his fight or flight instinct was all he could think of. “I should really congratulate the two of you. You technically did find Cydney and Jackson.” She pointed to a set of trees to the left of where Morgan was standing. “You see boys the poem does say forever in the woods you will stay. I really take this place to heart.”
“What about Emmett? Why isn’t he part of the woods?” Morgan asked fear dripping from his every word.
“I was lonely, I needed a pet. So, I chose Emmett. Connor will make an excellent pet and the perfect playmate for my Emmett. You on the other hand annoy me. In fact, you tend to bore me to tears. I've been meaning to add a pond to this place for centuries now. I think one in the shape an eye would be a perfect tourist spot.” Hazel sent an icy glare towards Morgan. Hundreds of hands came through the ground wrapping themselves around Morgan pulling him through the soil. Morgan could feel an icy cold liquid all around him. In the distance, he could hear Connor screaming, he could see a blurry version of Connor trying to get to him but he couldn't move. He was sinking deeper and deeper words and sounds now became nothing. Eventually Morgan was gone.
“Morgan! Morgan Andrew Peters, get your ass up!” Connor yelled as he jumped onto Morgan’s bed. Morgan shot up in bed gasping for air. He looked frantically looked around the room. No trees, no Hazel no Kyle/Emmett, just old movie posters and his spaz of a best friend. “I’m not going camping with you,” Morgan rasped out.
“How did you know I was going to ask you to go camping with me?” Connor asked cocking, his head to one side like a puppy.
No it's not another Harry Potter reference, Connor and Morgan are back for another short story. I really have grown a liking to these two characters and have a possible book idea with them in mind. In their latest story "The Keeper" Connor and Morgan go searching for a girl believing to be taken by the legendary Keeper who lives in their local woods.
This story was actually an assignment for my English class this quarter. The assignment was to write a narrative essay based on a painting by Salvador Dali. The painting then becomes the whole story, your people,place,and plot all happen around what is in the painting you chose. I for one really liked this assignment. It was really hard to settle on just one painting but once I saw his painting simply titled "Eye" I was eminently inspired.
*Scroll down for a sneak peak of "The Keeper".*
Finders keepers, finders keepers, no more light of day. Finders keepers, finders keepers, forever in the woods you will stay.
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It has been a really long time sense I have sat down and wrote an actual update post. Better late then never I guess. For those of you who don't already know *and I'm sure most of you already do.* I am currently in the middle of my Spring quarter of college. I have been doing one online class and two on campus classes.
I am also currently working on a new photography project for my mom that I'm pretty excited about as well. This year as her Mother's Day present we are going to be doing a smoke bomb photoshoot.
This photoshoot is something I have really wanted to try for a long time now. My mom has also been wanting to get her photo taken so when I pitched her the idea we just ran with it. The date fr the shoot hasn't been set yet and we are still working out what she will wear, were on the hunt for the perfect dress. We do however have a place and the colors of the smoke already picked out. I will keep you all up to date and maybe even do a behind the scenes blog post.
Speaking of photos, I have a bunch of Paris In My Pocket pictures that I am going to upload very very soon. I also have a new Paris series in the works. I just need the great weather and the time to get it done. I have a really good feeling about his series I think you will all really like it.
Short stories have been shelved for the time being. I have had the worst writers block lately. I sit down with an idea and cant seem to find the right words. I think I need a day just to sit and chill and write whatever comes to mind, just to see of I can break threw the block.
As well as doing things on this page I am happy to say I am also working on a website for a friend of mine. He is going to start selling his art online and asked me if I was able to help out with the website. When that is officially up and running I will definitely share it on here so you can all go and check out his amazing art.
I'm going to have to stop here.... If I continue I will be late for class. Keep an eye out for new stuff soon.
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"And that was the end of it." She said. I looked at her a little baffled. "You just left?" I asked. She shook her head taking a sip of coffee. "It wasn't easy. But I'm glad its over." "No regrets?" I asked. She looked out the window and sighed. "I am going to miss the private jet. Waiting in airport lines is a bitch." I couldn't help but laugh. I admired Laila for what she did. Giving up her parents money, and moving to a town she barley knew a thing about.
To pursue her passion in cooking. And to open up a restaurant. Something her parents didn't approve of. Saying it was a childish and feverish dream. That she should stay in law school. Then get a job at her fathers firm. They refused to fund any of it. So for the first time in her life she stood up for herself. Dropped out of Law School. Cashed out her trust fund and enrolled in Culinary School. After graduating she rented a building in a place that she referred to as the perfect spot.
Here we were sitting at the (for now) only table in the place, Drinking coffee and looking at paint swatches. "Have I told you that I decided on a name?" She asked. I shook my head. "It's going to be called The Blue Fairy Cafe. Like the fairy from Pinocchio. She believed in dreams. This is my dream, And who knows maybe some day someone will be sitting here having lunch when they realize their dreams."
I've been promising a new short story for a while now. And honestly I have been intending to write one. But for the life of me I just didn't know where it start. Every time I sat down to write nothing would come out. I knew I wanted to write another story about Connor and Morgan. I just didn't know what. So I went on Pinterest and searched for writers prompts. I saved a bunch of them *to a private folder* that I thought would be great starting points to another C/M story. But I never got past the first few sentences with each one I chose.
So I went into my room and picked up an old notebook I haven't looked at in months. Inside are short stories and prompts I had written down all threw out last year. I found one titled "The Blue Fairy Cafe" that I had totally forgotten I wrote. Now before you all start jumping to conclusions its not a Science Fiction story. It's a story about a girl who had a dream in life. A dream that she would give up everything to get.
So after reading this story. And doing some major editing *remind you I'm not a professional editor, and my grammar yes will forever suck,* I have decided that this will be the story I am going to post today, So go get yourself something to drink *it is national drink wine day after all* get yourself comfortable and *hopefully* enjoy my latest short story.
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The winning prompt is "It Was His Last Thought Before He Fell..." Do to the rules of the "contest" I didn't count any verbal, text or FB votes. And voting to for me to continue a previous story also didn't count. Although a lot of you did try on FB to get me to continue "What's In The Notebook?" . I did however make a compromise. That if people voted for a new prompt I would continue What's In The Notebook... Which in my opinion needs a new and better title haha. I will keep that promise. So with out further blah blah blah here is His Last Thought...
Morgan walked to the edge of the cliff. And looked down. His palms started to sweat, his throat felt as dry as the sand in the Sahara. His best friend Connor had already took the jump. That was the thing about Connor. He never thought. He just did. "Live your life. Don't let your life live you." It was Connor's motto. And one of the things Morgan loved about him. There was never dull moment when he was around. It was also one of the things he hated. "Ready kid?" The instructor said putting a hand on Moran's left shoulder. He nearly jumped out of his skin. For a brief moment he had forgot that Nick had been behind him. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. Nick's face went from lets do this to concerned. "You okay kid?" He asked. Morgan shook his head. "You sure cause you look like you may lose your lunch. You don't have to do this you know. You can back out just say the word." Morgan cleared his throat. "No... I mean yea. Just... Just give me another minute." He rasped out. Nick patted him on the back and went to triple check the gear. "Morgan!" Connor yelled from the water below. Morgan looked down at the water. "Stop thinking about it and just jump dude! You wont regret it trust me."
*One Week Earlier*
Morgan was sitting at his computer attempting to finish his English essay on "The Lord of The Flies". Attempting meaning he was really trying to BS his way threw an essay on a book he only read the first and last chapter of. Connor came bursting threw the door just as he slammed his head down on the keys. "Dude I have an epic idea!" He declared plopping onto Morgan's bed. "Of coarse you do." Morgan mumbled into his laptop. "Your 16th birthday is coming up." Connor continued pretending he didn't hear his best friends sarcastic remark. Morgan sat up and spun around in his chair facing Connor. "What about it?" A smile spread across Connor's face. It was the same smile that had gotten the boys into so many situations before. "I already talked to your parents. And they signed the permission slip...." "Wait permission slip? Why would I need a permission slip for my 16th?" Morgan interrupted. The smile got bigger. "Because dude we are going to make this the birthday you will never forget! Were going bungee jumping!" Connor was practically jumping on the bead with excitement.
So that's how he found himself standing on the side of a cliff looking down at his best friend. "It's now or never Morg!" Connor yelled. Morgan straitened up and turned to Nick. "Alright dude. Lets do this!" He said. With a new burst of confidence that he really didn't know he had. "Right on kid! Face first of backwards?" Nick asked. "Backwards. If I look down I may not go threw with it." He confessed. With one more check of the gear Nick switched on the GoPro attached to Morgan's helmet. "Do you want me to count or do you just want to jump?"Nick asked. "Just jump. I kinda really just want to get this over with."
Morgan replied. Nick shook his head. "Alright. It's your life kid." Yeah my life. And I'm going to live it and not let it live me. It was Morgan's last thought before he fell.
Last week I posted a blog about how I was going to start writing short stories on here again. I went on to say I wanted you to pick what story I write next. I then posted a link to one of my other stories "What's In The Notebook?" onto my sisters FB page. After that people started asking me to write more on that story. Which is great but doesn't count as a vote for my next short story... The reason I had stopped where I did with the notebook was because it was done. That's as far as I was supposed to go. That prompt was a 10 minute writing prompt. I never expected to go any further then that. So I got to thinking that I MIGHT be able to write some more on this story and make it a weekly thing. I don't have the whole thing sorted out in my head yet but I do have some ideas. But I still need you to vote on the other short story. So please go to the link above and vote. After that story is written I will post the next part of What's In The Notebook (New title pending)
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I've got a bit of good news for all of you. I'm going to start posting my short stories on here again! But there's a catch... I need your help picking which prompt to start with first. *You all should read What's Behind Your Door? My cliffhanger writing challenge I did in May. Or a What's In The Notebook? A 10 minute writing challenge I did in March* The three prompts you can chose from are listed below. All I ask you to do is please comment your pick in the comments below NOT on FB. I will post the winning prompt with its Story on August 19th. And until then pestering everyone to give me an answer haha. So lets start voting!
I'm prepared for each of the Writing Prompts above. I already have Charters picked out for each each of these stories. As well as full story ideas.
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I'm back with another short story. I had some time to kill before work yesterday. So I decided to take my prompt journal over to Starbucks and try to do some writing, I ended up taking 4 prompts and writing 3 short stories. The short story that I ended up loving most is called What's Behind Your Door? I combined 2 separate prompts for this one The Prompts were; Write a short story that involves a long hallway & A short story with a cliff hanger. So with out further blah blah blah. Here is my latest short story,
Morgan wasn't sure why he agreed to this. He wasn't the party type. But like always his best friend Connor had gotten him into another situations. But where Morgan called them situations Connor liked to refer to them as his "Epic Ideas". This latest "Epic Idea" was full proof. And would finally get their feet in the door of the popular kids. The question now was; Which door was it? Morgan was currently standing in the biggest most lavish house he had ever been in. Looking down the longest hallway he had ever seen in his life. Ashton was throwing another one of his parties to end all parties. When the boys got there he had pointed to a long spiral stair case and said "Party's upstairs. And down the hall" With a smirk on his face, That sent a chill up Morgan's spine. Like most of Ashton's parties this one had a theme. Tonight's theme; "What's behind my door?" When Connor had asked what that ment all Ashton would tell him was "You got to come to the party to find out dude." When he told Morgan about it he had just assumed that Ashton was high. Which really wouldn't be too far from the truth, He claimed to get his best ideas that way.
"Chose a door." Ashton said from behind them. He put a hand on Morgan's right shoulder and the other on Connor's left. "But remember... What ever door you choose is where your staying for the rest of the night, So choose wisely." He then pushed his way between them and walked down the hall. Disappearing behind the 7th door on the left. "This is seriously the weirdest thing you have ever gotten us into." Morgan said. "Yea but it will be fun!" Connor replied. With the same mysterious look on his face that had gotten then into so many bad situations before."Don't think of the night as a situation. Think of it as a night of mystery."
They started to walk down the hall. Connor stopped at the 4th door to the right, "Lets split up," He said. "We can cover more ground that way." "Cover more ground? Were not looking for a lost puppy Con. It's a party. A party that we cant leave one room tell 3 am I may add. If you go in there I wont be seeing you tell the end." Connor smiled that same smile again. Morgan was starting to hate that stupid smile. "That will add to the mystery!" Morgan shook his head and sighed. He walked over to the 5th door. "Fine." He said. "But if I get killed in here I'm coming back and haunting your skinny ass. And I will make your life a living hell. You hear me?" He joked. Connor laughed "That's my boy!" He said. They reached for the handles of their doors. "See you at 3!" Connor said. Morgan took one last look at his way too eager best friend. "Yeah... 3" He said. He turned the handle and pushed open the door...