Writing Prompt – Stan’s Story part 3

This has been a fun prompt! It has turned itself into a short story. I have found in many of my writing experiences you just never know what adventure a story line can take you on. During the week, I did some thinking about where I thought the story should go and decided I would just start writing and see where it actually goes.

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Bud didn’t know what to say to his wife. He was ashamed to tell his friends what he did to the time capsule. Not only did he take their chosen items out, but he put a gag gift back in. At the time, he thought they would never see it again and if someone did find it, they would get a good laugh out of the joke.

“They will be really mad. Annie put a couple of her prized possessions at the time in there. She is probably looking forward to seeing them again.”

“You are going to have to tell them. Otherwise, you will have to live with the guilt of what you have done. Just come clean with it honey. You will feel better about it.”

“I don’t know. I’ll have to sleep on it. I’m heading up to bed. Are you coming?”

“I just want to watch my show. I’ll be up after.”

“Ok,” Bud replied, and walked toward the stairs to their second floor. He turned back towards Helena and started to say something. He stopped and turned towards the stairs to bed.

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After a night of tossing and turning, he woke up an hour before the alarm was scheduled to go off. He looked over at Helena still asleep and decided to head downstairs and make some coffee.

While he waited for the coffee maker to finish, he figured he would have to tell the guys what he did. Maybe Stan could help him talk Annie through it if she was upset. He nodded. He would meet up with the guys on Saturday at Stan’s house.

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It was hard to get through the rest of the week. He was afraid that his friends would get angry and that Annie would be disappointed in him. In a small town like Stanley, having friends mad at you could eventually have the whole town mad at you. News spread really quickly here. Waiting was making him feel worse. He didn’t know if he was going to be able to do it.

He continued to have problems sleeping throughout the entire week. When his daughter and her family came on Friday to stay the weekend with them, he was having a hard time staying awake. He was happy to see them, but distracted by what he had to do. He needed to get this over with and was glad he would tomorrow.

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Be sure to stop by the Monday Morning Blog next week for the final installment of Stan’s story. Adding my little book promos at the end of the post feels like a commercial after the show is over for the night.

And now for the book promo…

Looking for a good middle grade early teen read? Be sure to pick up a copy of The Hard Way! It is available in e-book format on Amazon.com and in paperback on both Amazon.com and BarnesandNoble.com.

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The Secret Pond – Chapter 6 – Abigail

Here is the last installment of The Secret Pond. I hope you have enjoyed this writing journey with me. I feel good about completing the story. I learned a lot along the way about myself and my writing style. Writing this story in installments every week as a “pantster” has been challenging for me. I found out that I could do it, but it isn’t where my writing strengths are. It adds an element of pressure for me to not only create it within a timeline but also have it well edited and ready to publish. I envy those writers that write with deadlines like these every week.

Chapter 6 – Abigail

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The Secret Pond – Chapter 5 – Sally

Chapter 5 – Sally

Sally was anxious to find out what Abigail thought of her special place. She took a big leap of faith to share her stories in the first place. It took even more to actually bring her here. 

When they arrived at the pond, Abigail stopped on the path next to Sally, turned around in a complete circle to take it all in. After a couple of minutes, she took a deep breath and gave Sally a great big smile. Sally felt a great sense of relief. She had finally shared the location of her special place with someone other than Lila.

“What do you think?” Sally asked.

“It is just like you described it in your stories. Very beautiful.”

“Let me show you where I do a lot of my writing,” she said and started walking on a narrow path through the trees that stayed pretty close to the pond.

They continued walking and arrived at a spot on the opposite side of the pond from where they started. There was a big red colored rock that sat about six feet back from the water. Sally climbed up on it, sat down, and put her backpack on her lap.

“This rock is made of red granite, the state rock of Wisconsin. I know, because I looked it up. Please come and sit with me Abigail,” Sally pleaded, “there’s enough room for both of us up here.”

Abigail walked towards the rock and climbed up next to Sally. The vantage point from there allowed her to see the entire pond. As they both sat there taking in the view, she saw the mama deer and her fawns across the pond walk up to the edge and take a drink of water.

“It is one of the best things about being here. The view is beautiful and it is so peaceful,” Sally replied as she took her notebook out of her backpack.

“The house is a very busy place,” Abigail said, “it has to be nice to have a place like this to come to.”

“It is. My mom likes the hustle and bustle and to show off what she has. She’s always inviting people over.”

“I thought they were friends of your parents’,” Abigail said.

“No. Typically they are either influential people in the area, members of the higher society, or they are just trying to meet my parents to say that they know them.”

“Do your parents have any friends that come to visit them?”

“Not really. Although, when the family comes to the house it is more of a visit than a party.”

“Were they the ones who stayed here over Christmas?” Abigail asked.

“Yes, those were my father’s relatives. My mother’s relatives will come and stay with us in the fall. After I leave for school.”

“Are you looking forward to going away to school?”

“In a lot of ways, yes. I don’t like living here. But I’ll miss the pond. And you.”

Sally reached over to give Abigail a hug. She felt Abigail’s body jerk away from her when she touched her. She pulled her arms back right away and put her hands in her lap.

“I’m sorry Abigail,” Sally said, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“No Sally, I’m sorry. You just startled me. I’m not used to receiving affection. My mom wasn’t the hugging type, so I haven’t been exposed to it. Let’s try again.”

Sally nodded and reached around Abigail and gave her a hug. Sally felt her hang on a little longer than what she was used to with hugs from her own family. After Abigail let go, they both got resettled on the rock.

“Like you, I wasn’t very close to my mom. She was so busy trying to get me out of the house.”

“Why?” Sally asked.

“She thought I should be working on my future and not just sitting around. I think she didn’t want me to rely on her for support.”

“I know my parents financially support me. But I don’t even know who they are.”

“That’s really sad.”

“I’m afraid that when I move away they won’t even contact me. They will be too busy. The only contact I will have back at home will be Lila. And she was someone I created to keep me company.”

“The stories that you have written about her show your strength in creative writing. That skill will take you far at school.”

“What will you do when I leave Abigail?”

“I’m not sure. I have to talk to your Mom and see if she still needs me. Otherwise, I don’t know. Do you know where Claire went when she left here?”

“She went back to live with her mom and dad. Her mom was pretty mad at mother after Claire left.”

“Why?” Abigail asked.

“Since her mom was friends with my mother in college, she assumed that my parents would have been more generous with their money. Claire’s family is not very well off. Instead of sending her to school, they had her come work for my parents. The idea was for Claire being my nanny, that my parents were going to give her money for to get her education.”

“What gave them that idea?”

“I think they agreed to it before Claire came to live here. Then mother decided not to do it.”

Sally hoped that things would go better with her parents and Abigail. But she didn’t have good feelings about it.

“I don’t know where I will go. I don’t know where my mom is. And, I don’t think I want to go back to Superior.”

“You should go somewhere and teach. You are a good teacher. I hope that you do something that you like with people who love you, like a family. You deserve that.”

“So do you Sally.”

“I’m going to a place where I’ll meet some new friends and find some new things to do. You won’t have that unless you leave here.”

“When I took the job, I saw it as a great opportunity to grow and do something I love, to teach. And that working for a rich family would give me a great place and connections to grow successful from.”

“I’m afraid that my parents may not support you the way you want them to, Abigail.”

“You are right Sally,” Abigail replied, “my true future may not be found by staying here.”

The Secret Pond – Chapter 3 – Sally

Even with the editing and reworking of the story line that I’m doing, writing the story as I go is challenging for me. I don’t know if you have heard of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo.) If not and you are a fiction writer, you should check it out. They have events throughout the year, but their annual event occurs in November. I won in November 2015  by writing at least 50,000 words during the month. It lead to me having a rough draft of my second middle grade novel, The Bully’s Way, done and ready for first round edits.

While participating in NaNoWriMo, they have two categories that writers tend to fall into and it is based on how they create their works. Some writers are known as pansters (ones that write by the seat of their pants) and others as planners (ones that outline and plan what they are going to write). I tend to be more of a planner, but do some of my initial work as a panster. A true panster may have better luck at writing this story the way that I am. Thanks for hanging in there with me guys. It has been challenging, but a good exercise for me to battle through.

I need to remember that I am writing for me first. I want people to enjoy what I write, but that can’t always be my motivation to type the words and create the stories. Even though the writing journey may be challenging, it also needs to bring out my passion to write for me and my readers.

Chapter 3 – Sally

When Sally got back to the house, she ran up to her room. She could hardly wait to write about her adventures with Lila today. From seeing the turtle to finding a nest of baby warblers. The mama bird had the nest hidden underneath the low hanging branches of one of the jack pines in the woods. Sally decided to look up some information about warblers and found out they are endangered birds. She decided she would keep an eye on and take extra care of them. 

She took out her yellow notebook and started to write. She took what actually happened and added some of the story she created with Lila’s fairy character. 

Lila wanted to go and see the unicorn so bad today, but it was a little far for us to go with the chance of rain popping up all afternoon. I told her we would try to get there sometime this week. Then we started talking about the turtle.

We went to the pond last week and learned that we had a new neighbor move in. There was a snapping turtle swimming in the pond. We named her Gloria. When we walked by her today, she was in the process of burying the eggs she just laid. We waited on the path far enough away from her to not startle her. She stopped for a moment to make sure we were just watching and continued to build the protection around her eggs. We are so excited to see the babies after the eggs hatch.

Sally closed her notebook and placed it on her bed. She thought about Lila and was feeling sad about having to leave her when she went off to school. Coming to school with her wouldn’t be what Lila would want, but Sally didn’t want to leave her here alone either. She didn’t want her to feel the loneliness that she felt for such a long time.

She loved to share her stories with Abigail. Maybe Abigail could take care of Lila while she was at school. Sally thought maybe she could bring Abigail to the pond and show her around? Sally had always seen it as her secret place though, and didn’t know if she wanted anyone else to know about it. But something told her that she could trust Abigail.

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The next morning, after getting dressed and grabbing her backpack, she went downstairs to the family library where she and Abigail met for her lessons. The room was located at the end of the hallway and was two stories tall. It  was one of the tallest rooms in the house with the walls lined with shelves and filled with books from floor to ceiling. It was decorated in rich dark browns and reds. When Sally walked in, Abigail was reading a book at the long wood table in the middle of the room.

“Hi Abigail. What are you reading?”

Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickins.”

“Do you like it?”

“It’s pretty good. It was one of the books here in the library. I’ve been picking one out of the collection each week to read.”

She stood up from the table and closed the book.

“Should we get started?” She asked.

“Sure,” Sally replied.

“I thought we’d would start with math and get your least favorite one out of the way. Did you fill in those tables I gave to you yesterday?”

“Sure did. Stayed up pretty late to get them done.”

“Let’s see how you did.”

Sally nodded her head as she pulled the paper out of her folder and handed it to Abigail. She took out her red pen and began to touch each of the squares with it as she checked the numbers. Sally held her breath until Abigail was done.

“Looks like someone is finally getting the hang of this. Nice job Sally. Now I’d like to give you some problems to solve using the information in these tables.”

“O.k.,” Sally replied.

They both sat down next to each other at the table and Sally started working on the problems that Abigail had given her to do. After about an hour, Abigail sat back in her chair.

“You have really started to retain this information. That will be enough math for now. How about you read one of your stories to me?”

“O.k,” Sally replied and pulled her  yellow notebook out of her bag, “I’ll read you the one I wrote yesterday by the pond.”

“What pond?” Abigail asked.

Sally stopped. It was her secret pond. She wasn’t sure she was ready to tell anyone about it yet. She did think about telling Abigail yesterday though. Then she sighed. She had to tell her now.

“There’s a pond back by the stone wall in the woods. It is a secret place that Lila and I have been going to on our adventures,” she replied, sounding a little defeated.

 “I kind of wondered where you wandered off to after our sessions. Is it someplace that you can take me to? I would love to see where you and Lila explore.”

“I guess I can do that,” she replied starting to perk up.

“How about after our lessons today?”

“Sure,” Sally replied, kind of excited to share her secret place with Abigail.

“So, are you going to share your story with me?”

“Yes,” she said.

Sally opened up her notebook and started to read her story about Gloria. She hoped that Abigail would see her when they went to the pond today.

The Secret Pond – Chapter 1 – Abigail

Chapter 1

Abigail Watson grew up in Superior, Wisconsin. Her Dad drove one of the big oar boats on Lake Superior for many years. One day, while loading the boat in Sioux Ste Marie, he got into a fight with a man over a card game. When the boat left port the next morning, he rode home in the infirmary in pretty bad shape. He died in the hospital a few days later.

Abigail’s Mom, Marie, decided that Abigail wasn’t going to sit around and watch the world go by, so she started looking for things for her to do. She found Abigail work as a waitress at the Superior Diner for a while and then helping Mrs. Dennison, who lived down the street, with household chores and tasks. But those jobs were just busy work for Abigail. They were not helping her to move out of the house and be able to live on her own.

Smart in school she was. She finished all of her high school classes by the time she turned 16. With diploma in hand, Marie decided to find her a tutoring job. She heard that the Baxters, a rich family who lived outside of town, would be sending their young daughter  off to boarding school. They would be needing someone to tutor and get her ready to go. She thought Abigail could be the person to do just that. She hoped that if Abigail could get in with the Baxters, they may be able to help her daughter find success.

Abigail met with Mr and Mrs Baxter and was hired on just after the nanny, Claire Baker, left in January. Claire had raised Sally from birth, but could not teach her the subjects that Sally had to learn for school. Abigail had sent her mom letters once a week after she got settled there. For the first couple of months, she received replies from her and it helped her to not feel so homesick. Abigail got busy and started writing less but still wrote from time to time. The replies slowed down and then stopped all together.

To celebrate her second Christmas with the Baxters, she decided to send a Christmas card to her mom. Even with all of the holiday parties that Mrs Baxter hosted at the house, Abigail still missed having her own family around her.

Just as the snow was melting and the brown grass was starting to show through, Abigail received a response back from Superior in the form of a small box,  but wasn’t from her mom. The address was was written in a different hand. She opened the box and found an enevelop on top. She opened it and it was a letter written by Mrs. Worthington, the owner of the boardinghouse where Abigail and her mom lived after her dad’s death.

Dear Abigail,

It is so nice to hear from you. Glad that things are going so well with you at the Baxters.

Your mom no longer lives here at the boarding house. She left here about four months after you left. I’m sorry dear, but I have no forwarding information from her either. I saved all of the letters that you sent after she left and kept them in this box, in case she came back. I want you to have them, since they are really yours.

Good luck to you Abigail. I wish you all the best.

Agnes Worthington

Abigail was glad to know that her letters did get there, but then became concerned about where her mom was. Not only because she missed her, but now where would she go? Where would she call home?

She glanced up at the clock on the mantle in her sitting room. Looking at the box and letters she had lost track of time. After putting the box on her nightstand, she quickly got herself cleaned up and ran towards the main house for dinner.

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Abigail climbed the stairs to her room above the carriage house after classes with Sally on a sunny April day. She was thinking about how her and Sally were a lot alike. She was also an only child, but didn’t have all of the things that Sally had. Abigail was going to turn eighteen next month and knew how lonely it was to not have any siblings or friends. She hoped that Sally was going to have the chance to make friends at boarding school. To help her escape the loneliness that she had felt for so long. Abigail knew how she was feeling. Lately, it was feeling worse for her, especially not knowing where her mom was.

The stories that Sally was writing showed the strength of her imagination. The adventures she came up with for her and Lila were things that Abigail wanted to do with a friend. She wished that she had one, but didn’t have time with all of the jobs her Mom was having her do. And once she moved in with the Baxters, she didn’t have a lot of free time, but she was so far out in the country away from other people, she would probably never find that friend to do things with.

Abigail looked out the window of the carriage house towards the garden. She saw Sally wearing her rain slicker, carrying her light green backpack, walking towards the woods at the back of the property. She always wondered where Sally was sneaking off to. Maybe one day, she would have to follow her and find out.

L is for Lilacs

One of my favorite flowers. Reminds me of growing up in my childhood home. We had two big bushes of them in the backyard. My Mom would have multiple vases of them in the house in the spring. When I walk by them and catch that scent, it always brings me back to that time in my life.

Going to put my creative hat on and write a little story,

Lila the Lilac Fairy

Six year old Sally loved to walk in the garden at the family villa. She saw many varieties and colors of flowers. Everything smelled so nice together. Nature is good at making that happen.

She got back by the stone wall to the lilac bushes. The smell of them almost overwhelmed her, they were so fragrant. That’s where she saw a small girl who was about a foot tall with dark hair. She wore a floor length lavendar robe and had a garland of lilacs in her hair. Sally couldn’t believe what she saw and had to rub her eyes and look again. The girl was still there.

“Who are you?” Sally asked.
“My name is Lila and I’m the garden fairy. I live here in the garden and take care of all of the flowers.”
“Where do you sleep?”
“In the land of the lilacs.”
“Where is that?”
“Come with me and I’ll show you.”

Lila took Sally’s hand and led her down the garden path to an opening between two lilac bushes. Lila pulled the branches apart just enough for them to get through. After they were both in, there was a white picket gate. Lila opened the gate and walked in with Sally following.

When they got back by the wall, Lila waved her hands and all of a sudden a door slid over to the right, with just enough room for them to get in. They walked in and when they were both clear of the door, it slid shut. They could hear the stone door hitting the stone wall.

“Welcome to the land of the lilacs.”

Sally looked around and all she could see was lilacs. She turned slowly in a circle and looked up at the tall lilac bushes and into the blue sky.

“Look at all of the lilacs,” Sally said.
“I know. There are so many. I’m thirsty. Let’s go find Lenny.”

Lila and Sally walked together down a path between two lilac hedges. After they got to the end of the row, they saw a man sitting behind a light blue and yellow checkered lemonade stand.

“Hello, Lila,” the man said, “did you bring a friend today?”
“I did. This is Sally,” Lila replied, pointing at Sally, “and Sally, this is Lenny the Lemonade man.”
“Nice to meet you Lenny,” Sally said and reached out her hand to shake his.
“Pleasure is all mine miss. Do you two want some lemonade?”
“Yes please,” they both responded in unison.

Lenny poured each one of them a glass and they sat down together on the grass by the edge of the lilacs.

“You must love it here, Lila,” Sally said.
“It’s a pretty nice place to be.”
“I wish that I could live here with you,” Sally replied.
“Wouldn’t you miss your family?” Lila said, “I wish that I lived in the big house with you. The one with the glorious garden.”
“It’s nice,” Sally said, “but it’s kind of lonely. I’d much rather live here.”

Just as they were finishing their lemonade, Lenny walked over.

“Sally, just so you know, look under the bed and you’ll find the locket.”

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When she woke up, she was in her bedroom. She saw her teddy bear, Sam laying on the pillow next to her. She ran to the window and loooked out at the garden. Everything looked to be in its right place. She sighed, it must have been a dream.

She looked under her bed and there was her mother’s locket. The one that Sally had lost when she wanted to look at the pictures of her grandparents that her Mother kept in it. Sally missed Lenny and Lila, but they helped her to give her mother’s locket back.