I like to listen to music on shuffle and write what images I get relating to the song and what I have already written. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it isn't.
Lead Sails and A Paper Anchor- Atreyu
She turned again, alone in the silent house. Except—was that
a footstep? As she walked the dust rose, pushed up from the press of her foot
like bellows on the “antique” carpet. This
place was a gem. Beautiful, old, it had character. Even the creepiness of the building lent a
sort of charm. Becca had gotten a great deal, but that didn’t help her to feel
like she had to keep glancing over her shoulder every second.
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The lace curtain stirred, but that was just the wind. “Becca.”
A voice whispered. A breeze brushed at her hair, drawing it around her face,
tickling her nose. She sneezed, and soft laughter seemed to surround her. “Who’s
there!” She shouted.
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Silence. She had just imagined it. The wind was just the
wind. The house was truly empty. Becca got to work.
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