Cold Weather Writing

The day started off in the high 60s. Then the sun started going down and the tempature fell with it. Tonight it will be in the teens. Throw in the 25 mph wind gusts and the wind chill will be in single digits. Eastern North Carolina doesn’t usually get weather like this. However I guess Mama Nature decided we needed to chill out. (I know. I couldn’t resist.)

At least I have spent most of today writing and editing. I was working and reworking Museum Fright. I still haven’t gotten it there yet. Although since I don’t usually write creepy spooky stuff I am out of my comfort zone. I think I’m learning.

So if you are in the grips of cold weather. Be safe and stay warm. Cheers, james

Museum Fright part 2

“Come to me.” 

Instinct had me grabbing for the gate. I felt a strange current where ever I touched the metal. Things looked clearer, the light less dim. The shadows of the statues seem to be shrinking, less threatening. 

“Shannon, honey, I need you. Won’t you come stand by me?” 

My thoughts raced, if she touched the gate would whatever possessed her leave. I tried to remember the stories dealing with magic and metal. Something about cold iron canceling out magic. I hesitated, what if it made it worse. 

I gripped the gate harder. “Babes I’m getting lonely by myself.” keep it light, I thought, flirt with her. 

“Mac? What’s going on I don’t feel so good.” Shannon sounded like Shannon.

“Come stand beside me Babes. The fresh air will make you feel better.” 

She took a couple of steps towards me. I started to relax when I noticed her eyes shinning red in the light. Her steps were a little off balance. Her stride brought her closer and she started to grin. That grin was more of a teeth baring snarl.

“That’s it Babes. Just a little farther and you will feel better.” I hope, I thought it but didn’t say it. I searched her face for the woman I knew and loved. Shadows danced hiding then revealing parts of her. 

She leaned into me, her skin was icy. I started to let go of the gate. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and protect her. Something held me back, a warm trickle from the side of my neck. 

“Shannon are you okay? Talk to me Babes.” Pain slammed into my body. 

“The sacrifice is ready.” Her lips were wet. I felt my strength fading. 

                 To Be Continued

 

Museum Fright

“Come on. The museum is closing in thirty minutes.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward revolving doors.

“Babes you know this is your thing, not mine.” 

She threw me a look over her shoulder before dashing through the doors and out of sight. I sighed and followed her. The museum was dark and cool after the glare of the day. A guard nodded at me and pointed toward a exhibit hall to the left. I nodded my thanks and set off in pursuit of my wife. 

The exhibit was dimmer than the main hall with spot lights illuminating the various exhibits. Some where near the back of the gallery I found her entranced in front of three statues. 

“Okay Babes. I’m here. They’re great let’s go.” 

“Shush. Just watch the shadows.”

I glanced up. Everything seemed normal, a shiver traced up my spine. The shadow of the middle figure was leaning to the statue on the left. I looked at the exhibit, nothing had changed they were standing straight in a line. I looked back up and swallowed hard. The left shadow was caressing the middle shadow. While the right statue had turned to face them. 

“Babes come on. Funny but let’s go.” I touched her shoulder and she snarled. I backed away, her face was different. I felt the stares of the shadows and statues, my hair was standing on end. 

“You would leave before the sacrifice” Her voice was husky and dark, old and not hers. 

“Shannon enough let’s go. Now. This isn’t right.” 

A jangle of keys caught my attention, and the scream of a metal gate shocked me into shouting. 

“Hey wait. We are still in here. Hey come back.” I jogged towards the gate, the lights dimmed and went dark. I rattled the gate, “Hey is anyone there?” 

The jingle of keys and footsteps echoed, the guard appeared in the gloom. “Funny I thought I heard somthing.” 

I rattled the gate, “Here. I’m right here.” 

The guard jumped staring at the gate. “Creeping bloody statues. They say the gates are to keep people out. I think they are trying to keep something in.” He turned and walked quickly away. He didn’t look back.

I looked towards Shannon, she was backlit by the only remaing light in the hall. There was something off putting about the way she stood, I glanced to the ceiling. A fourth shadow, her shadow had joined the three. Anticipation filled the air. Sweat ran down my back.

“Come to me. The sacrafice is ready.” She called to me in that old dark alien voice. My feet started to move as I fought to stay by the gate. 

                  To Be Continued….. 

The Dirt Bike Knight part 5

“My beloved queen will you walk the gardens with me?” George winked at her.

“I would love to my king.”

Race was baffled, what the hell? Talk about your 180s. The king escorted the queen out of the room. Race shook his head. He glanced at the princess.

“Sorry about that, they always go loveydovey after a fight. I can’t imagine going from so mad you could roast something to that. I’m starved, wanna get your chow on?”

“Sure, I guess. Portland can wait.” He followed her down a hallway into a huge kitchen.

“Who is Portland and why are they so important?” She gathered a plate with fruit, cheese, bread, meat and some jars. She flopped down at the high bar. He sat across from her. She pushed the plate between them.

“Portland is a place, not a person. And I have to meet my grandparents there. They flew in from out of town.”

“Try the plum sauce on the duck. It is to die for.” She handed him a spoon and pointed to a small jar.

“So what are grandparents? Are they dragons too, silly, they must be how else would they fly.”

“They are my dad’s parents. He’s long gone, but they were always there for me. This is really good, I’ve never tried duck before. No they are flying on a commerical airplane.”

“What kind of animal is that?”

Dirt Bike Knight part 3

“Hush your mumbling. If I was going to drop you I would have already. It is only the wind causing the bumps.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Race opened his eyes to the wonder of flight. The closest he’d come was the high jumps on his bike.

“This is incredible. I’ve never flown before.”

“Yes well don’t get to used to it. We’re here.”

The dragon folded his wings and the earth rushed to meet them. At the last moment, the wings opened parachuting them safely down. He checked the bike, luckly it hadn’t been damaged.

“George!” A roar came from the huge mansion.

“Coming dear.” The dragon bumped him forward. “Come along, she doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

The grounds were huge bursting with flowers, fruit and perfumed the very air. Race slowed taking it in. Fountains flowed adding to the ambienance. Wind chimes tinkled and chimed in the background, stirred by the breeze.

“This is incredible. How is possible?”

“Standard garden magic, don’t your gardens have it?”

“Magic doesn’t exist where I come from. We have science but nothing like this.”

“George” the roar was drawn out and he winced.

“Oh we’re in for it now. Let me do the talking.”

They entered through a side door, Race left the bike and helmut, at the dragon’s urging. A short walk brought them into a huge room, tapestries, and paintings dripped from the walls. A green dragon reclined on a huge pile of pillows. A throne beside her was occupied by the princess.

“Well what do have to say before I toast you for a snack?” The lady dragon roared at him.

The Dirt Bike Knight part 2

Frustrated he growled grasping her hand. She jerked away from him and ran straight into the monster. Sharp claws tipped scaly arm like limbs, closed around the girl. He knew she was done for.

“Mumsey, there is a horrible creature after me.” She hugged the creature, body wracked by her sobs.

Race felt his jaw drop. Mumsey? Oh hell. Fierce yellow eyes speared him. He kicked the bike into gear, it leapt to life under him. Soon he felt safe enough to look back. Nothing disturbed the brush and all was quiet except the drone of his bike.

He figured he was several miles away from the strange girl and her monster. He stopped for a drink, the gas gauge indicated he was low. The gas can was still in place and he poured it in. After he filled the bike, he noticed the can was still full. Strange the gas gauge had read nearly empty. He strapped it back in place.

He put on his helmet and prepared to crank up. He was snatched up bike and all. The ground was getting further and further away. He fought the scream in his throat. No way he was going to scream like a little girl. Claws held him secure for the moment, fear painted nasty pictures of a long fall and the sudden stop at the end.

“Come on ole boy, you’ve been in worse scraps than this. Think.”

“Silence!” Growled the creature holding him. “You will pay for frightening our daughter.”

Oh hell another one. That’s what I get for asking for directions, a crazy chick and her pet monsters.

“Sir I didn’t mean to frighten your daughter. I was asking for directions to Portland. She was the first person I’ve seen in hours.”

The mighty wings holding them up waviered hitting turbulance. The claws tightened around him. He’s going to drop me, Race thought.

To be continued …