When I Fall In Love (A very belated Valentine post)

Into Thornwood || Chapter Seven

By Becca

Chapter Seven

           

                  The automaton reached for the latch, hidden among the carved molding, and opened the door. Pushing aside the ivory curtain, it entered the room. The girl whirled around and stepped back, bumping against the wall.

                  “I’m glad to see that you’re up and about. How are you feeling?” He cringed at the harsh sound of the voice. She did not squeal, or faint. She just stood, quivering, and did not answer.

                  “I heard you speak earlier today, so now you’re just being rude. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.” 

Her eyes leapt up, glinting with green fire.

                  “If you didn’t intend to hurt me why did you kidnap me? Be true to your word and let me go.”  

Photo-a-day || February 14-20

by Bethany

Saturday:                                                     

A cup of tea on a relaxing day. 

Saturdays are laundry days and time to catch up on studying.

Into Thornwood || Chapter Six

By Becca 

Chapter Six

            “So, you’re telling me that your sister was kidnapped by a giant automaton?” The policemen’s carefully waxed mustache seemed to sneer at Dax.

                  “Yes, sir. ”

                  “And this automaton lives in Thornwood?”

                  “That’s what I said.” Dax imagined Cecile bleeding out on the stone path. 

                  “I told you boys, no own has lived in Thornwood for years, metal or otherwise. A nasty fire broke out five years past and killed the whole Eilert family. There only was the three of them, all crazy as loons.”

Frank spoke up, “But we deliver groceries there each month.”

The policeman was exasperated. “They probably didn’t cancel the order because they are all dead! Now are you going to leave nice and quiet like, or I am going to have to throw you into a holding cell to sleep it off?”

Into Thornwood || Chapter Five

By Becca

 After the goof up, I figured I'll just stick with the schedule. 

So, ready or not, here's the next chapter!

Chapter Five

                  Dax’s eyes flew open. He sat in the armchair, the fire burned low and the cat was gone. He listened carefully, wondering what had woken him. It was a sound, a creak? A floorboard, possibly… was someone else here? He tried putting weight on his leg; the pain had lulled since last night. 

There it was again. Not the floor, more like… a hinge, like a heavy door squealing on its hinge. There was another noise, a humming, like the inner workings of a clock, gears and springs and-    

“What are you doing in my house?”