Okay everyone I have an idea. I have begun a story on my blog. However this is a story that involves everyone. We are going to write it together. You are going to comment with different ideas and I will choose the best ideas to continue the plot. If this story grows and I decide to publish it all the proceeds will go to charities like Saint Jude and other children’s charities. I have posted the first 500 words that is in need of a title, so start commenting.
The night was like no other as the storm descended upon the small New England hamlet of Edgar Bay. Yes, this was a massive storm unlike the small town had ever seen with sustained winds of over one hundred and thirty miles per hour and gusts reaching as high as the breath of God. The storm seemed to have a mind or a life or even a soul of its own as it barreled unto the coast. There was no escape for remaining the residences of the town only the hope that they would all see tomorrow.
The streets were empty of all life as even the local hardware store had sold ever piece, ever inch, of wood to help board up the town. Yet, a storm this late in the year seemed unheard of. Storms of this magnitude were for citizens of the shores of some Caribbean Island to worry about, not a town that’s beach is of jagged rock and not of soft sand. There was something else at work, some higher power which seemed evil to those caught here in the pathway to oblivion.
Some of the two hundred residences fled further inland hoping that the storm would lose its almighty strength as it smashed onto the shores of Labrador. Still there were some who felt they could weather the onslaught of wind and rain that was sure to bring devastation.
However, winds of such high velocity and homes made of wood were no match for one another. As told long ago in a child’s fairytale, the storm would huff and puff and destroy anything not made of brick.
Closer and closer the storm approached, stirring up the surf to record heights and winds forcing there way upon the coast like a Roman Legion. The sounds of the winds intensified as it rattled the protective boarding upon the windows and weak spots of the humble bungalows.
Those left behind where truly in for something unlike they had ever experienced or to say those still alive as the last monster that destroyed the village happened some three hundred years earlier, upon the death of the long seated Magistrate named Gene Stanley Snider.
Justice Snider was known as an unfair and somewhat horrid individual who seemed more interested in his own evil than that well being of the town’s folk of which he was entrusted to oversee. His record of execution overshadowed that of any other man in history. His cure-all even for the youngest or the slightest infraction was that of death. To him everyone was a witch and everyone deserved to die as such a servant of the Devil deserved to die, by that of water.
Some of the elders of Edgar Bay even in a day of science still mumbled under their breath that this was somehow caused by the long since vanquished Justice Snider. Some even went as far to accuse the Justice’s only living relative Ms. Natasha Loveless as being responsible for this coming evil, as she had only recently returned to the town and her family’s homestead.
THE IN'FERNO EFFECT
What would YOU be willing to sacrifice for your deepest desire… and are you willing to take the heat? Be careful what you wish for…
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2 comments:
Very Exciting Story!!
Don't know if this will help but fun to try...
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As the storm moved closer the clouds seemed more like a sheet of black linen almost resembling the cape of someone sinister in search of prey. The lightning which emanated through the sky seemed to be more amber in color than the usual bright light flashes most had grown accustomed to. In fact, each time a flash lit up the sky, one could see holes in the clouds which appeared as accusing eyes looking down at the town. Each horizontal flash resembled a more grotesque sneer of one seeking to capture and destroy anything in its path.
The residents of Edgar Bay retreated to their homes and secured all their windows and doors in a state of panic. They knew this was no ordinary storm and they were in fear. Of what, they did not know, but their instinct told them that this was going to be a night like no other as they huddled with their families in closets and basements and other areas away from the terrifying presence descending upon them.
Across town, Natasha Loveless was lighting ceremonial candles throughout her house in a state of exhilarated expectance. She dressed in her finest clothes as if waiting for a lover to call. Unlike the others, this night would be one of joyous celebration which she had been awaiting her entire life. Yes, this night was one of destiny and she would not be denied. Edgar Bay, and all the pain its residents had caused her would be worth every second of suffering. This was her time and IT was coming to fulfill her destiny.
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