Heather’s story part 2
By Varian Milagro
Heather sat in her car, staring at the house her sister, Elizabeth, shared with 2 other girls, all three of them freshmen at the University of Wyoming. She debated with herself whether to go inside as her mother had demanded or just go home. She did not like either option. The Ten Commandments said quite clearly, “honor your father and mother”. And yet she didn’t much like the idea of visiting her sister either.
There was something seriously strange going on with that girl and she blamed her for their mother’s weird behavior of late. Elizabeth had been a fairly decent older sister up until three weeks ago, when she started going bad. Becky, her friend and one of Elizabeth’s roommates, had caught Elizabeth smoking and then sleeping with a boy named Paul. Heather had told her parents, of course. It was the right thing to do. They’d flipped out and cut off Elizabeth’s financial support as punishment. Shortly after that their mother started smoking and generally acting weird. She had no idea why her mom thought it so important that she visit Elizabeth today.
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Sunday, December 11, 2016
Heather's story
Heather's Story
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 1
Heather banged on the door, desperate to get inside. She whipped her head around, her long auburn hair flinging about her face. The sensation of being watched pecked at her brain and slithered down along her spine. It was accompanied with a dread that at any moment she’d be snatched up and subjected to unimaginable horrors. She needed to get indoors immediately and it had to be this house. Her own home wouldn’t do, nor would the church. Something told her that she’d only be safe here.
It made some kind of sense. This was the home of Abigail Smith, her best friend since forever. She’d been here thousands of times over the years and it had always been a place of peace and comfort. The whole neighborhood was quiet and peaceful normally. She turned and quickly scanned the area. It still looked the same. Large upscale houses with professionally landscaped yards. A place of tranquility. Yet today a sinister presence seemed to linger just out of sight.
Just twenty minutes ago she’d been determined to drive straight to Grace church to see Pastor William. She remembered that she’d been standing outside Boxcar, a roadside diner halfway between Laramie and Cheyenne and she’d had something incredibly important to tell him. It’d had something to do with her sister and her new friends.
As she’d run across the parking lot toward her car her memories faded. By the time she’d started the car she couldn’t remember why she’d want to see the pastor. She couldn’t even remember why she’d come to the diner in the first place. Had she even gone inside? She’d sat in the car for a several minutes with the engine idling as she’d tried to remember what had prompted the trip to the diner. Not only couldn’t she remember why she’d driven all the way out to the Boxcar, she couldn’t remember anything from the last 48 hours. It was a complete blank.
By Varian Milagro
Chapter 1
Heather banged on the door, desperate to get inside. She whipped her head around, her long auburn hair flinging about her face. The sensation of being watched pecked at her brain and slithered down along her spine. It was accompanied with a dread that at any moment she’d be snatched up and subjected to unimaginable horrors. She needed to get indoors immediately and it had to be this house. Her own home wouldn’t do, nor would the church. Something told her that she’d only be safe here.
It made some kind of sense. This was the home of Abigail Smith, her best friend since forever. She’d been here thousands of times over the years and it had always been a place of peace and comfort. The whole neighborhood was quiet and peaceful normally. She turned and quickly scanned the area. It still looked the same. Large upscale houses with professionally landscaped yards. A place of tranquility. Yet today a sinister presence seemed to linger just out of sight.
Just twenty minutes ago she’d been determined to drive straight to Grace church to see Pastor William. She remembered that she’d been standing outside Boxcar, a roadside diner halfway between Laramie and Cheyenne and she’d had something incredibly important to tell him. It’d had something to do with her sister and her new friends.
As she’d run across the parking lot toward her car her memories faded. By the time she’d started the car she couldn’t remember why she’d want to see the pastor. She couldn’t even remember why she’d come to the diner in the first place. Had she even gone inside? She’d sat in the car for a several minutes with the engine idling as she’d tried to remember what had prompted the trip to the diner. Not only couldn’t she remember why she’d driven all the way out to the Boxcar, she couldn’t remember anything from the last 48 hours. It was a complete blank.
Saturday, December 10, 2016
Story on its way!
I've decided to start posting the third story in the Bethany series starting tomorrow, if things go smoothly. While the whole story has been written (and rewritten) for some time, I've been wanting to do one last revision before I post it. The thing is, the story is very large and I find the idea rather daunting. I'm hoping that posting it in parts will make it easier on me.
I normally do not like posting stories until they are completely finished for a couple of reasons. One is that I'm afraid that something will come up and I won't finish the story, like The Road Trip. The other is that the beginning of the story is quite often completely rewritten once I finish the story.
The story has gone through a rewrite already, so I am fairly comfortable that the beginning is how I want it. If I wait until the story is completely finished I'm afraid that I'll never get it done, or that I'll just keep rewriting it forever.
After I post the first part I'll start revising the next and then post it, and then so on. There are something like 17 parts in total.
I'm still working on a title.
I normally do not like posting stories until they are completely finished for a couple of reasons. One is that I'm afraid that something will come up and I won't finish the story, like The Road Trip. The other is that the beginning of the story is quite often completely rewritten once I finish the story.
The story has gone through a rewrite already, so I am fairly comfortable that the beginning is how I want it. If I wait until the story is completely finished I'm afraid that I'll never get it done, or that I'll just keep rewriting it forever.
After I post the first part I'll start revising the next and then post it, and then so on. There are something like 17 parts in total.
I'm still working on a title.
Thursday, December 8, 2016
Stories in the works - 12/8/2016
Hello, I thought I'd let you know where I'm at with my writing. I recently finished Nanowrimo and was able to get in 50,026 words written in the month of November.
I've written 50k words in a month before, but not when I was holding down a full time job with a long commute. It was a good experience for me. Towards the end it was a bit rough, I fell behind over the Thanksgiving weekend and had to scramble on the last three days. Yet, forcing myself to write fast felt like a purge of sorts. Like a cleanse. It was good to let the words flow out of me.
I started writing another story on Sunday. I hope that it will be shorter than the last one. I still need to work on revising some stories. It doesn't do you much good if I keep writing new stories, but they never make it out of my journal.
I've written 50k words in a month before, but not when I was holding down a full time job with a long commute. It was a good experience for me. Towards the end it was a bit rough, I fell behind over the Thanksgiving weekend and had to scramble on the last three days. Yet, forcing myself to write fast felt like a purge of sorts. Like a cleanse. It was good to let the words flow out of me.
I started writing another story on Sunday. I hope that it will be shorter than the last one. I still need to work on revising some stories. It doesn't do you much good if I keep writing new stories, but they never make it out of my journal.
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