 Action/Adventure: April 12, 2017 Issue [#8237] |
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This week: Dem Bones Edited by: Leger~  
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Excerpt: I stopped, dead in my tracks, and cowered behind a tree at the sight that emerged before my eyes. There, in the clearing before me, in the light of the now rising moon and the background of an ancient graveyard, a ceremony or ritual was taking place. I felt like an invader, a voyeuristic intruder who should not be there.
Excerpt: My discovery came one quiet Sunday afternoon at the old library off Front Street. As I was leisurely searching through its' familiar historical section. I accidentally knocked over a precariously stacked assortment of books and documents. Undoubtedly left in the middle of the aisle as a sort of trap for unwary old scholars such as myself to trip over and break their stiff necks. I grudgingly began to re-stack the offending books, grumbling to myself about the ineptitude of public librarians and the inevitable downfall of society as a result. When I noticed a very old leather bound diary bearing a singularly impressive family crest, what appeared to be a white lizard-like creature on a black shield, the stems of five red roses complete with thorns encircling it.
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Excerpt: At his knees lay the knife, waiting for the game to start. He was an executioner, killing whoever deserved to die. No-one ever stood in his way, and the police applauded him for his bravery. Plastic green soldiers lay strewn on the ground in front of him. Already he knew the three people who deserved punishment. Ethan and David were the first to suffer in payment for the punches he received each day at school. Louis snatched the knife and jabbed it into the figurines. They cried and pleaded, but he wouldn’t stop. Next Jack received his penalty. Blood would coat Louis’s arms all the way to the elbows. He loved the slimy sensation over his skin. After wiping his brow, he placed the weapon by his leg. Another successful mission, he thought.
Excerpt: Walking into the cemetery, she glanced around. Besides her, it was empty, the gravestones standing alone in the snow covered landscape. Stopping in front of a brown tombstone, she knelled on the ground. Brushing off the snow, she tried to fight off tears as she looked at the name. “Richard.” she said sadly as she lowed her head. “Why?”
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Excerpt: The landlord, a chap by the name of Pete Worrel, was used to my little ways, so he had the brandy waiting on the bar when I came in, and he was grinning all over his face, for some reason. “ Have I got somethin’ to tell you,” he said.
Excerpt: It was old, and nature had tried it’s best to reduce it to its elemental state, but the six-pointed star had resisted. Jeremy recognized it as a badge, and after rubbing the dirt from it, he saw the single word etched on it; “Marshal”. Turning it over, scratched into the back of it, alongside the broken pin, were the words ‘Hosea Nichols.’
Excerpt: Every night here in Commerfield, the corpses come out to dance. This sort of thing never happened in Seattle, so when I moved to Commerfield in third grade, I was scared at first. Now, though, I'm used to it, and I like to watch them out my window. They don't really like it when people stand outside the cemetery gates and watch, I guess it makes them self-conscious; I don't see why, because they're better dancers than anyone I've ever seen. Waltzes, tangoes, polkas, you name it, they can do it all.
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This month's question: Do you find inspiration in random places?
How do you use that in your writing?
Answer below  Editors love feedback! 
Last month's question: What ghost would you summon and what questions would you ask them?
Osirantinous  responded: Top of my list of ghosts to summon would be Julius Caesar. I want to know if he knew what was going to happen and sucked it up and let it happen anyway. After that, my paternal grandfather. Not to ask questions but just to spend some time with him. He died when I was just 10 so I really never knew him.
Quick-Quill  replied: I would ask my 5x great grandpa to will his phorphecy book to me and to be able to read it and ask question about his life in the early 1800's-1890's
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