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This is a scene for the museum ghost/murder mystery story idea.
Four kids in search of a tarantula.
Jessie keeps running into the same man and thinks she knows him from somewhere.
“Rayven, there is no such thing as a time tunnel.” He would tell her whenever she broached the subject. “If you are thinking of diving through the catacombs for a nonexistent tunnel,” He fumed slamming the book he was reading shut before jamming it back into its proper place.
This park that was like a hundred miles long was the evening time-pass. Office got over at half past five and she was here at six. A brisk two laps of the circular garden path had sweat pouring out of every pore in her skin. Mira flapped her white cotton top to let in some cool air and found an empty park bench.
A mouse scurrying by hugging the wall was struck on the head by one of the heavy globes and died instantly. “Hasta la vista baby,” squeaked a passing fly, unheard by the pair of humans now regarding each other.
Genevieve reminisces about the way her life started out in Provence
Jolt or jolted in love on a train
Audrey sows doubt in Sally's heart. Melvin's mother wants to meet his new girlfriend. This is a bit further into Melvin and Sally's story. There should be scenes inbetween their first meeting and this.
Following on from yesterday - Lauren finds the Cobblestone Cafe in a terribly neglected state and a strange, rather rude woman is working in Gran's cosy cafe.....
For 30 Days of Plotting I’m working on the sequel to my forthcoming novel, an adventure story in the tradition of Jules Verne and HG Wells. This character carries over from that book, where I explored her troubling past.
This is an idea for a novel inspired by “Swan Lake”, the ballet. The main character of Prince Siegfried is a “novice” character, with whom we enter and learn about the magical realist world of this story.
Day 1 of advent calendar story. Melvin and Sally meet for the first time.
“What is your name?” He asked as he searched her memories. There was nothing. He dived deeper into her unconsciousness until he came up against a door. Vlad breathed her essence in deeply and quickly retreated, This was not human child. She was not of his making.