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New Strings – chapter 1

This is something I wrote a while ago and had several comments on it when I posted it to a thread on Ravelry, I have wrote 3 chapters so far and thought if I posted it here I might actually sit down and write more (we’ll see
how that goes! 🙂 )
I want thank Neal for doing such a great job editing this! (you made my writing in this story far better than it was originally!)

Shannon blinked at the ball of yarn she cradled in her lap as she listened to “New strings” by Miranda Lambert. She knew the song was one that always made her smile but for some reason tonight was different. Tears were starting to form at the corners of her eyes as she put the yarn to the side and stepped out onto her front porch.

The night held a soft coolness and the Texas sky was full of stars with a waxing gibbous moon hanging above her, it would have been beautiful except….. Steven hadn’t come home the night before. Steven was normally the perfect fiancé (well, as perfect as anyone could be, Shannon still couldn’t get him to agree to paint the master bedroom a light blue and trim it with greens) but lately he had been pulling away. Shannon wondered if that was normal in the months before a wedding, perhaps cold feet were to be expected? But that didn’t seem to be the case with her friend Hilary’s fiancé, if anything Rob was even more attentive than before he had proposed. Shannon sat down on the porch swing and slowly rocked back and forth whilst the stars gently strolled through the sky. Sleep came unbidden when the sun’s golden pink rays began peeping through the tree tops.
Shannon woke around noon and began to stretch slowly, stopping when she realized there was a strange black car with tinted windows in the driveway. Two men in grey suits emerged from the quietly opening doors and walked towards her. From the porch Shannon could see both men were armed, she stood up swiftly and moved in the direction of the front door. The reaction out on the driveway was that the men immediately speeded up and Shannon ran into the house, quickly locking the door and grabbing the handgun that resided in her desk drawer.

She heard a click as one of the men cocked his gun and suddenly the other rushed the door and bowled it open. Shannon retreated into the kitchen wondering what the heck was going on as the men followed her, shots rang out and she ducked behind the counter. Quickly rising up she fired without hesitation, she had always been an excellent shot, and the shorter of the two men slumped as the bullet hit his thigh. The taller of the two interlopers ignored his partner and aimed for Shannon’s head but she had already rolled to one side and jumped through into the living room. Then springing to her feet she rapidly exited out of the patio door.
The investment in pilates’ classes was now being repaid.

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Sint – chapter 3

Sint woke slowly, swiveling his ears he tried to figure out where he was, “We’re in a cardboard box” said a little voice helpfully.
“Simon! What happened?” asked Sint anxiously, sitting up carefully he turned his head in the mouse’s direction, “I don’t know” said Simon scooting closer to Sint, “One minute we were talking and the next we were in a box”
Sint sighed, “Kakon isn’t going to be happy” he said, carefully stretching his wings in the cramped space while thinking about how to get them out.
Simon squeaked as Sint accidentally hit him with the tip of his wing, “What are we going to do?” asked the little mouse, trying to sound brave even as he moved closer to Sint.
“I don’t know” admitted Sint, rather reluctantly, “but Kakon and Nora will come looking for me when they discover I’m gone, of course we still need to be ready if a chance to escape comes”
“Okay” replied Simon, “but what if they don’t come and we can’t escape?” he asked.
“They’ll come!” said Sint confidently.
If he had known that, at that moment Kakon and Nora were having serious problems of their own, he might have been a little less sure.

2 hours earlier

“Nora! We don’t have time to play around” said Kakon, with an exasperated sigh.
Nora pouted playfully, “you never let me have any fun” she said, but in such a teasing tone that Kakon was only just able to keep his smile in check.
“You can’t behave like a hooligan” he lectured her, “you will have my responsibilities and more when you are but a little bit older”
Nora sobered up instantly, “I still don’t believe that horrible old prophecy!” she said, “you’ll outlive us all, see if you don’t!”
Kakon shook his head gravely, “if the prophecy is wrong, than you and Sint are little more than pawns in a game that neither of you can control” he said a blank look on his normally expressive face, “if the prophecy is true? Than you will both be far more important than this old cat”
Nora sniffed, whether from sadness or because she disagreed, Kakon didn’t know but since she didn’t comment he left her alone and they walked the rest of the way to their destination in silence.
The Whole harvest tavern was the only respectable tavern for miles around, so of course on a friday night it was practically deserted and Kakon flicked his tail at a table in the back corner for Nora to sit at while he strolled up to a scruffy looking brown dog that was notorious for his rakish smile and for his ability to steal the whiskers from an animal’s snout without them even knowing.
“Captain Christen, how are you?” asked Kakon smiling at the roguish pirate captain.
“What? No “old sea dog” jokes?” asked Christen, grinning at his friend, “you must be really worried about something!” he quaffed the last of his drink and the pair headed back to the table where Nora was absent-mindedly playing with the salt shaker.
“What news?” asked Kakon anxiously.
“Not much” drawled Christen causally, “just thought you would want to know that the Mad Kitty Cat is definitely in town”
“Not really a surprise, but why would Lady Bella come here?” asked Kakon, almost to himself.
“Well, I know that too” said Christen, “she recently bought a certain book that contains secrets that only matter at the Rushing caves” he said rather cryptically but Kakon understood him and the cat’s eyes widened in horror, “She’s trying to raise the Menlin demon” he whispered, fright clear on his face and mirrored on Nora’s gray features as well.
Christen nodded, “I hope you don’t mind if I don’t stick around” he said hopping to his paws and bowing to them both, before leaving through the back door and heading in the direction of the harbor.
Kakon often wondered afterwards if Christen had known what was coming because just seconds after his departure the front door banged open and a band of cats, dogs and assorted forest “critters” came in, in front of them strutted a red fox resplendent in a long silver cape, a large purple hat with a lone black feather sticking up from it and a smirk on his face that was so wide it looked as though his jaw would split, “no such luck!” thought Nora while Kakon sent her a reproving look as though he knew what she was thinking, “Lord Nox, what a pleasure” he said coldly to the fox.
“Not a very nice welcome, was it lads?” asked the fox of his crew before turning his attention back to Kakon, “I only want what is mine” he said.
“The dagger is not your’s, it belongs to the child” said Kakon, nodding at Nora.
“You stole it from me!” huffed Nox, his eyes glittering in triumph when Nora hissed in an angry tone, “it belonged to my grandfather first!”
“Perhaps…. But it was still stolen from me” said Nox in a mock sad voice.
“Only after you had taken it from a helpless kitten” said Kakon sternly, “It’s allegiance is Nora’s and there is nothing you can do to change that”
The fox paused as though thinking, “unless..” he started slowly, “unless, I won it back in a duel”
Kakon shook his head, “no, she is to young for that”
“perhaps you would volunteer instead then?” asked Nox politely, as his men closed in on the table.
Kakon gauged the situation quicker than it takes to tell and knew he had no choice but to agree, albeit reluctantly.
“A duel it is then!!” shouted the fox jumping on the nearest table top and dancing what vaguely resembled a jig, “To the arena!” he shouted, as his men half dragged Kakon and Nora to a large field where even more animals were waiting to watch what would surely be a duel to remember.

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The Play (part 1 of 8)

The summer wind was blowing softly through the long brown grass as Timmy ran along the path to the school, he was always late but at least this time Ms. Pickler couldn’t say too much since she was only just arriving and had barely handed the reins of her wagon to the handyman when Timmy rushed up the steps and into the little one-room building, “I have the script all finished!” he announced proudly to the five other children in the room.
“Yay!! So we can put on the play for our parents” said a tiny girl with brown pigtails and a bright pink dress as she clapped her hands excitedly.
“Do we have to?” groaned the tallest kid, Fergus was the oldest and solidly built, and would have prefered to be working with his brothers on their farm but he softened when the girl turned her big brown eyes in his direction, “We have to do something for the Harvest festival” she said solemnly, “We won’t have any entertainment otherwise”
Timmy nodded, “Gemma’s right, the food is great but it’s not a festival without a show or music”
The blond boy standing by Fergus spoke up then, “I want to help paint the scenery, you said I could next time” he said to Fergus who was the resident set builder.
Fergus nodded in defeat, “Alright, and I guess since we only have a few short weeks of summer left, we had better get started tonight” he said to the boy who was looking delighted but his twin sister Mary shook her head, “Oliver, don’t forget Mama and Papa are taking us on a picnic tonight” she reminded him.
“Oh, yeah…” he trailed off in a disappointed mutter.
“Tomorrow will be soon enough” Fergus told him as Ms. Pickler came in and hung up her hat.
“Ms. Pickler! Timmy finished the play” said Gemma happily.
“Oh? That’s wonderful Timmy, may I read the script later today?” asked the blue-eyed woman, patting her pretty golden curls back into their usual bun.
“Of course ma’am!” answered Timmy as he and the other kids sat down at their desks.
Even Ms. Pickler’s interesting way of teaching couldn’t keep the kids attention as they wiggled and giggled through the first lessons.
Finally she wiped off the board and dismissed the class for lunch, “Here it is” said Timmy, coming up and offering his much cherished script.
“Thank you Timmy, I’ll read it during lunch and give it right back then” she smiled as he nodded and ran outside into the sunshine.

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The Storm – 2

Della had left Brian alone while she cooked supper for them and he was sitting on her comfortable brown wicker sofa with its teal cushions but he wasn’t really comfortable, “Wistful is such a good word for the way I’m feeling now but I can’t figure out why” thought Brian, looking around at the neatly appointed living room, with its stone fireplace, sea green walls and gold bric a brac, it didn’t look like the way he would have thought she would decorate a room but what did he know? Other than the fact that she had more power in her right pinky finger than he had in his whole body, well that didn’t mean much when most people did.
A black cat sauntered up to him and meowed as though asking who he was, “It’s a good question” he whispered to the furry animal who seemed to like him as it jumped up onto his lap.
“Talking to animals?” asked a teasing voice.
Brian turned and saw Della standing in the doorway to the kitchen, she had a white wicker tray filled with steaming dishes. She came in and placed the tray on the coffee table and then placed two plates of shrimp pasta on either side of the silver candlesticks, adding water glasses and a bread basket as the final touches.
Brian resisted the urge to lick his lips at the aromatic scents floating towards him and instead said with a grin, “He started it”
Her eyes widened slightly and she took the cat and sat him on the floor, “how about we eat?” she asked as though trying to change the subject.
The meal was mostly silent but it was a companionable silence and Brian ate slowly, savoring every mouthful as he pondered his choices, “If I don’t tell her then she’ll keep acting as though I shouldn’t know about magic, but if I do tell her….. She might kick me out” he blinked as a new thought occurred to him.
“It’s getting dark… Could I stay here tonight?” he asked, deciding to put his new plan in action.
“Sure! I have several guest rooms, take your pick” answered Della, standing to clear off the table.
“Here” he said taking the tray from her hands, “let me help”
After a delicious dessert of peach pie, Brian excused himself and found a room in the north wing of the house, it was a small room but it had two large windows on each side of the four-poster bed and a desk and bookshelf on the opposite wall.
Brian flopped on the bed and sighed as he thought about his options, “I guess I’ll do it in the morning” he thought, “if I did it now it would be too suspicious”
But falling asleep with large worries on your mind doesn’t make for the most restful night and the lights twinkled in the caves as he relived once again the terror of the night that had changed three lives and made another sure to end soon.

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Sandy Hook – chapter 1

The Milton Home in Sandy Hook, KY – August 15th, 1869

My name is Cateline Milton, Cady, as my friends call me. I just turned 16 this past May and I wish to have a record of certain events, hence this diary. I intend to record the events in an effort to make sure that I do not forget what has already transpired and what is still come, as they are things that are not of this world and many would no doubt think me insane for my belief that we live with the supernatural everyday. My Grandmother would not scoff at such things, I have often wondered if she was perhaps a witch but I may never know as she died when I was twelve and that is where I will start this unnatural tale.

I remember the night my Grandmother died, it was like a nightmare when the carriage overturned in the woods near the cliffs. We were going home from a party at my friend Violet’s house when we heard a ghastly shriek and our coachman Norman, fell from his seat, then we saw through the glass at the front, that there was a horned animal sitting where Norman had been. Grandmother’s long purple skirts rather got in the way as she attempted to stand up in the still-moving brougham but she managed to kick open the door, I was startled as she pushed me from it but I know now that I would have died as well if I had remained in the carriage. I saw the carriage turn over on the road and the ghastly shriek sounded again as Grandmother climbed shakily from the wreckage, grabbed the horned animal and started saying something in an odd language, before she could finish, the animal stretched out impossibly long claws and raked her face with them, causing her to cry out and suddenly the whole carriage as well as Grandmother and the animal were washed in a blaze of scarlet light and flames began to leap up in a circle around them. I knew no more until the next morning when I woke in my room and was told Grandmother and Norman had died in the “crash”, no one believed me when I told them about the horned animal or the fire and I quickly learned not to talk about it for fear of being sent to an asylum.
Two days after the funeral I saw her ghost for the first time…..

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A Storm – chapter 1

I feel a storm coming, I’m not ready for the bad weather; there is still a half-dozen things I should do but that isn’t the storm I’m talking about since I’m used to preparing for the wailing winds and hard-striking rains that plague this island, no I’m sure I hear the lone sound of a motorboat off the coast and who would come here? There is an excitement running through my veins that I don’t understand, it’s like something important is going to happen and I stop fastening the purple shutters to turn to the rocky beach and look out over the dark churning waters that are backed by bruised-looking heavy clouds, sure enough, there is a small dark green boat heading towards the only dock on the island, I was to far away to even be able to tell how many people were in it but my curiosity was piqued and I hastily finished closing up the house and flipped my long bright pink highlighted black hair over my shoulder as I walked down to the dock with my hand in my pocket discreetly grasping the long stick of cherry wood that served as my magic wand until I turned 21, gained my full powers and no longer needed anything to focus my magic. The grey-green rocky cliff had natural flat shelves that made excellent steps and I moved down them quickly, stopping warily when I saw the young man climbing out of the boat, he had shiny red hair pulled into a ponytail and was nearly as pale skinned as me but his gray eyes reflected the stormy sea as he turned to me and waved a friendly greeting “Hi, my boat is about out of gas and I was hoping someone here might have some I could buy” he said sticking his hands in the pockets of his black jeans.
I nodded “Yeah, I have some up at my house but you’ll have trouble getting back to the mainland in this weather” I said as rain began to sprinkle down.
He nodded and grimaced at the sky “I don’t know what I was thinking, coming so far out, I guess the sirens were calling to me to much for me to turn around” he said grinning as we walked up the steps.
I smiled back calmly but I wondered if he was serious, the sirens did occasionally come out to tempt lone sailors but I thought after the last time they would have realized I wasn’t going to let them get away with such nonsense.
We reached the house and I walked into the little stone shed behind the house finding a can of gas and handing it out to him.
“Thanks” he smiled and said “I guess I ought to introduce myself, I’m Brian” he held out a hand and I shook it as I came out of the shed “I’m Adelecia, Della to most people”
Before we could say much else the wind gusted furiously and I yelled “we should get inside”
We pushed the door to, then shed our jackets as we walked into the livingroom while the wind howled loudly outside.

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