the swirl of the mist landed from the chaos that just ensued there was
clearly a layer of soot that needed to be cleaned up. There were piles
of soot all over the floor in front of the stone fireplace. She looked
next to the mantle where she kept her broom, but it had moved itself.
She knew it feared being burned up by all the embers in the fireplace
while the silver box burned. It clearly was no where to be found.She
knew not to even go hunting for the broom. Its fear was to great, so she
tried to summon it to her. She could feel it pulling and its hesitation
in coming to her side.She quieted her mind, told the broom in her mind
that all was calm, this time her pull was stronger and it came to her
broom seemed to be trembling in her hands, she held it gently, soothing
it in her mind. The broom almost seemed to lean into her saying all was
going to be okay now. Quietly and calmly she began to sweet the soot
into the fireplace, but the broom’s bristles see…
So I took Melanie into Nanowrimo for the month of November and more parts came out, this is where we left off even though the chapter names are different. I hope you all continue to enjoy Melanie as much as I like writing her.
felt refreshed after a night tucked into her cottage. She stumbled out
to her kitchen to make a new fire, make some much-needed coffee, and
open her curtains to let it the glorious subtle light that filled the
hills of Cork. While reaching for the kitchen curtain she felt something
brush against her lower leg and jumped back and almost knocked the
coffee pot off the counter. Her car Griffin was rubbing her leg and
purring. She picked him up and nuzzled him against her face giving him
kisses. She should have been surprised to see him pop up, but he always
appeared when she needed a protector. Then it hit her, she needed
protection? What did Griffin know that she did not?
walked over to the couch and placed the cat down on the middle cushion.
She set logs into the fireplace and nestled some newspapers below it
and lit the papers on fire with a match from the wall sconce. She
pondered how many matches were in the container. She walked with purpose
back to …