I’ve come to realize l’ve been in a creative rut, because I let life and work convince me to break my own rules. So, I’ve decided to try something to get the creative spark to reignite. I’m going to write a short story, but I am just going to let the words hit the page and run as long as they choose. Come with me on this journey with me, and we’ll see where it goes!
Part One:
Summoned
Was it a trick of the mind, or did I just see a shadow pass along that cracked window? Should I even be out this late when every light breeze sets my heart to pounding?
This pattern of racing thoughts refused to leave me be as I gathered my belongings from the car, and dug the long disused set of keys from my pocket. To say I wasn’t expecting to come back, was an understatement, but I’d held on to the keys nonetheless.
I was here, the call I received had been pleading. I surprised myself with the haste of my plans. We hadn’t parted ways on the best of terms, but I guess my heart yearned for home.
But, why was the house deserted and looked as though no one had lived in it for years? They promised to meet me. Had I misheard in my confusion?
What would I find?
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