Post by Patchy on Sept 25, 2011 23:21:02 GMT -5
This is my orginal story that i am working on. I am not too proud of the first chapter and the prologue sucks, but i wanted to share it with you guys. I am hoping to become a writer. Also all the characters, this story and storyline (c)me.
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A Time For Witches
Prologue:
The house in the forest had never been owned. No family had ever lived there. No children laughing or playing tag in the backyard, no life anywhere. It was the talk of the town. Some believed it to be cursed, haunted by the spirits of the dead. Others believe that it is the home to a cult of witches.
Kids at school have dared each other to venture into the house long after their curfews, however, no one ever rose up to the challenge. Fear of the unknown nailed them to their spots. Fear of the truth is what probably terrifies them the most. What if the rumors were true? No one has ever considered stepping through the halls of the Moorshire House….
Those who have are either stupid or crazy….
Chapter 1,
Into the House
Autumn leaves crunched under her mary-jane shoes. The sun was hidden behind fluffy white clouds. Charmaine glanced around her, watching the fellow classmates running to meet their friends. Smiles filled with happiness surrounded the short haired blonde.
She had never felt the kind of joy that the kids around her have. Always turning down offers for parties or social gatherings. After taking one last look at the small school, the girl continued on her way.
“Do you have a topic for your paper yet?” the whispers of a brunette student caused Charmaine to turn and listen.
“I was thinking of doing it on the Moorshire house.” Her companion answered.
“Oh yeah, you should do it.” Her friend replied. “If you are mental!”
The friend laughed. “Yeah, you’re right, what was I thinking?”
Charmaine watched the two girls walk away, laughing. That was their homework, write a paper about a mysterious place in their world and what they thought about it. Though the topic of the Moorshire house had been brought up by many students, no one had actually gone through with going to explore the old place.
“What is so scary about that place?” Charmaine thought. ‘It’s just a house.’
With a final look at the school, she adjusted her backpack on her shoulder and started walking down the road. There were few people in town as Charmaine walked. It wasn’t unusual, it was getting close to closing time for most stores and many owners closed up shop early. It was a time the blonde loved. A time of pure peace. It was not an exciting town, in fact most called it dull. However, it was home. Blue eyes watched the remaining people disappear from view. The sound of an animal caused her to look down at her legs.
A beautiful white cat with black patches was rubbing against her leg purring. A smile formed on Charmaine’s face as she touched the feline’s soft fur. It looked up at her, green eyes blinking.
“Hey there little guy, where did you come from?” she asked, there was no collar or license.
The cat continued to stare at her. Its green orbs stayed on her, unblinking. Charmaine felt as if the cat was trying to stare into her soul. Then before she could do something, the cat took off down the road. Every now and then it would stop and look back at her.
Confused, Charmaine watched the cat’s movements. It walked a few feet away again only to stay fixed on her. Its tail flicking back and forth likes a metronome. Her black mary janes hitting the ground was the only sound on the empty street. Despite the cat picking up speed. Charmaine was surprised that she was able to keep up with it.
Time seemed to have slowed down, it was an odd but wonderful feeling that Charmaine had never felt before. The leopard looking cat led her down an old cobblestone pathway. Dead trees lined the road, making it seem like a gateway to the after life.
“Why would you lead me here?” she asked the cat, her baby blue eyes wide like saucers.
In front of her lay the Moorshire House, it was bigger than the average town house, at least two stories. Though it was painted white, it was not what Charmaine would call clean or homey. The windows were broken and the mailbox was covered in dust. Large statues of dragons aliened the roof an a strange sundial stood right in front of the stairs which were falling apart. No wonder no one ever wanted to go inside.
The cat, however, ignored the girl’s question and hopped up the stairs. Standing on its hind legs. It pushed the oak door open. Gazing back at its companion, the cat disappeared through the crack of the door and out of sight.
Moving a strand of blonde hair out of her face, Charmaine wondered what to do next. Her parents didn’t care how late she was out. As long as she was studying, not partying, her parents let her stay out as long as she wanted. Taking a deep breath, Charmaine made her way up the steps.
They squeaked and groaned as she did so, pushing the door open she peered inside. The house was dark but not too creepy. It was just very dusty.
“H-hello.” She called. “Is anyone home?”
There was no answer. Her heart began beating faster and faster as she entered the house. Charmaine knew she was doing something that no other person in her school and town had ever dared to do.
“I am going to make the best of it.” She said. “It could come in handy for my report.” A clock chimed five o’ clock before the girl made her way deeper into the house. Unaware that the door had closed behind her.
Chapter 2.
Coming soon...
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A Time For Witches
Prologue:
The house in the forest had never been owned. No family had ever lived there. No children laughing or playing tag in the backyard, no life anywhere. It was the talk of the town. Some believed it to be cursed, haunted by the spirits of the dead. Others believe that it is the home to a cult of witches.
Kids at school have dared each other to venture into the house long after their curfews, however, no one ever rose up to the challenge. Fear of the unknown nailed them to their spots. Fear of the truth is what probably terrifies them the most. What if the rumors were true? No one has ever considered stepping through the halls of the Moorshire House….
Those who have are either stupid or crazy….
Chapter 1,
Into the House
Autumn leaves crunched under her mary-jane shoes. The sun was hidden behind fluffy white clouds. Charmaine glanced around her, watching the fellow classmates running to meet their friends. Smiles filled with happiness surrounded the short haired blonde.
She had never felt the kind of joy that the kids around her have. Always turning down offers for parties or social gatherings. After taking one last look at the small school, the girl continued on her way.
“Do you have a topic for your paper yet?” the whispers of a brunette student caused Charmaine to turn and listen.
“I was thinking of doing it on the Moorshire house.” Her companion answered.
“Oh yeah, you should do it.” Her friend replied. “If you are mental!”
The friend laughed. “Yeah, you’re right, what was I thinking?”
Charmaine watched the two girls walk away, laughing. That was their homework, write a paper about a mysterious place in their world and what they thought about it. Though the topic of the Moorshire house had been brought up by many students, no one had actually gone through with going to explore the old place.
“What is so scary about that place?” Charmaine thought. ‘It’s just a house.’
With a final look at the school, she adjusted her backpack on her shoulder and started walking down the road. There were few people in town as Charmaine walked. It wasn’t unusual, it was getting close to closing time for most stores and many owners closed up shop early. It was a time the blonde loved. A time of pure peace. It was not an exciting town, in fact most called it dull. However, it was home. Blue eyes watched the remaining people disappear from view. The sound of an animal caused her to look down at her legs.
A beautiful white cat with black patches was rubbing against her leg purring. A smile formed on Charmaine’s face as she touched the feline’s soft fur. It looked up at her, green eyes blinking.
“Hey there little guy, where did you come from?” she asked, there was no collar or license.
The cat continued to stare at her. Its green orbs stayed on her, unblinking. Charmaine felt as if the cat was trying to stare into her soul. Then before she could do something, the cat took off down the road. Every now and then it would stop and look back at her.
Confused, Charmaine watched the cat’s movements. It walked a few feet away again only to stay fixed on her. Its tail flicking back and forth likes a metronome. Her black mary janes hitting the ground was the only sound on the empty street. Despite the cat picking up speed. Charmaine was surprised that she was able to keep up with it.
Time seemed to have slowed down, it was an odd but wonderful feeling that Charmaine had never felt before. The leopard looking cat led her down an old cobblestone pathway. Dead trees lined the road, making it seem like a gateway to the after life.
“Why would you lead me here?” she asked the cat, her baby blue eyes wide like saucers.
In front of her lay the Moorshire House, it was bigger than the average town house, at least two stories. Though it was painted white, it was not what Charmaine would call clean or homey. The windows were broken and the mailbox was covered in dust. Large statues of dragons aliened the roof an a strange sundial stood right in front of the stairs which were falling apart. No wonder no one ever wanted to go inside.
The cat, however, ignored the girl’s question and hopped up the stairs. Standing on its hind legs. It pushed the oak door open. Gazing back at its companion, the cat disappeared through the crack of the door and out of sight.
Moving a strand of blonde hair out of her face, Charmaine wondered what to do next. Her parents didn’t care how late she was out. As long as she was studying, not partying, her parents let her stay out as long as she wanted. Taking a deep breath, Charmaine made her way up the steps.
They squeaked and groaned as she did so, pushing the door open she peered inside. The house was dark but not too creepy. It was just very dusty.
“H-hello.” She called. “Is anyone home?”
There was no answer. Her heart began beating faster and faster as she entered the house. Charmaine knew she was doing something that no other person in her school and town had ever dared to do.
“I am going to make the best of it.” She said. “It could come in handy for my report.” A clock chimed five o’ clock before the girl made her way deeper into the house. Unaware that the door had closed behind her.
Chapter 2.
Coming soon...
