7 September 2010, 2:23 pm
Hello, this is my sister's account, I'm only turning 11 years old this year, no joke, and I'm a writer. I have this story that I'm writing. I'm still writing the first book...it's called Mountain of Memories. Here's the first chapter...tell me if I should continue...thanks! Here we go... Chapter 1: The Man in the Cloak An elderly woman by the name of Lila Bernard had stayed up all night, finishing her quilt. She would so on a green piece, then a yellow piece, then a blue piece, and so on. Square by square, the quilt began to piece together. Lila stitched every piece together, one by one. Once she sewed on the last cloth square onto the quilt, she put away her sewing needle and navy blue thread. She then carefully folded up the colorful comforter and exhaled a low sigh. Lila slowly shuffled over to her window and parted the sky blue draperies, permitting her to gaze out upon Lotus Drive. All of the other houses were tall and lightless, and the tall trees cast gloomy shadows across the street. Lila caught a glimpse of a figure moving in the dim moonlight. She squinted hard, but could see nothing in the shadows. Lila grabbed her pink-rimmed spectacles from her old wooden nightstand and slipped them gingerly onto her frail nose. She peered out the window once more. Lila could clearly see a man in a dark black cloak with a dark hood slung over his head, gliding slowly across the street. Lila furrowed her thin eyebrows. What was a man in a cloak doing out on the street at this time of night? The man turned his hooded head towards Lila's bedroom window. Lila gasped as she caught a glimpse of the man's blood-curdling pitch-black eyes. The man swept up to Lila's porch. Once Lila realized the man was trying to break into her home, Lila locked her bedroom door and snatched her telephone. She scurried into the bathroom and hurriedly dialed the law enforcement number. Lila slammed the door shut, locked the doorknob, and waited for someone to answer the phone. She heard a loud crash downstairs. The man must've entered her house. The telephone signal must've started to drop. Why was it dropping? The man must've done it. But how? Lila dropped the telephone and unlocked the window. She had to escape. A crash sounded once more, but this time, much closer. The man must've entered the bedroom! Lila slid open the window as the doorknob glowed. Lila screamed, seeing that the door had opened and the man was sliding into the bathroom. Lila's stomach churned as the man walked up to Lila, sending eerie vibes throughout the room. "Please!" Lila screeched. "Take my money! Take my home! But please, spare me!" The man ignored her wails and pleads. He raised his hands. Green bolts of neon light shot from the man's revolting black fingernails and struck Lila in the heart. Lila fell to the ground, lifeless and cold. The man in the cloak cackled like a maniac. He lifted his arms up in the air and with his dark magic, he created a whirlwind, causing his black cloak to billow and flap around him. He disappeared in the whirlwind. He had done his job. So what do you think? Tell me if I should continue the story or not! Thanks!... Read More »
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