Sister Adventures: Keys & Clues
Using the same writing challenge app. And I’ll start sharing the prompts I get as some have expressed interest in knowing. I will also push my timer to 8 minutes because I rarely stick to just 4 on each prompt. If you try the app you can play with the timer and see what works for you.
Melissa found the key in her pocket. It was a beautiful old key, as one would expect it was intricately carved out of wood. It was the length of her hand and had one end that looked like the old keys grandma had at the end of her windchimes, the kind that fit into the keyholes like in old scary movies and popped out on their own as some spirit tried to get in the door. The other end was the size of a half dollar coin. The carving showed a beautiful old oak tree in full summer splendor, leaves so detailed you could almost see them rustle in an easy breeze. The trunk was sturdy and twisted in such a way you could almost see a face in the bark halfway up. The roots spread across the bottom of that are of the key, with a few reaching lower to form the part that fit into a keyhole. As the sisters studied the key they wondered what was next, what clue would be given to their mission, how would they know what to do.
They had finally talked their mom and grandparents to let them stay for the rest of the summer. Mom would be coming on the weekends as usual, and the girls would have all the time in the world to help the old ones. This new clue made it clear to them that they would need the rest of the summer. As the old one told the stories of those that had come before the girls they wondered if it had gone wrong from the beginning or if something way back started the course of events that would lead the old ones here. Too bad they didn’t have a time machine, wouldn’t that be an easy fix. They had been discussing all of this while sitting at a table full of nuts and fruits, a snack laid out for them by the old one they were yet to name. A name they couldn’t seem to agree on, in fact, it had started quite an argument earlier. The yelling and hair pulling got a bit out of hand, they had forgotten where they were until the old one spoke in a booming voice like they’d never heard, “this is not for you to fight over! It will be decided, not now, later. And you will know when it comes time for that you’ll just know!” The girls stopped their fighting with red faces and apologies of embarrassment and humble hearts. As they sat here rehashing everything that had happened, while trying to decide where to go from here they suddenly felt the air change. It had always been warm and inviting in the dwelling, but something had gotten almost stagnant, and a little electric.
Melissa looked at Trace with questioning eyes and noticed that Trace looked almost stunned like she was ready to fall over stiff as a board. Trace started to shake, and she got a look of terror on her face. Melissa went to grab her arm when the old one told her to leave her alone. “This is hers to see, just wait.” Melissa was worried, but she trusted, and she waited. The time seemed to creep by, as Trace’s expression changed from terror to sadness to joy and any number of others. She shook through it all, although it seemed to quiet a bit with the happier expressions. When she finally stopped shaking, she blinked a few times and collapsed on the floor. The old one told Melissa to stand back and a bed of wood seemed to rise right up out of the floor. Blankets and a pillow appeared out of nowhere making Trace more comfortable and she slept for hours. Melissa and the old one waited, quietly. The old one had already explained that others that had come before had done the same, it was a connection, stronger than the one that brought both girls here. He expected Trace to have more knowledge when she woke up. It might be awhile, though, so they waited, quietly.
It seemed days had passed before Trace stirred. One thing Melissa had learned was that time was different here in the dwelling than it was outside. She knew that when they got to their grandparent’s cabin they would act as if it had been just a few minutes since they had seen the girls. Melissa was thankful for that, it took one more worry away from her so she could concentrate on what was happening here. Trace stirred again and then sat up with a start, “wait don’t go!” she screamed, “don’t go!” Melissa shook Trace out of her stupor gently and Trace started to weep, “he walked away,” she said and wept some more. When she gained her composure enough to make sense she told Melissa and the old one what had happened while she was out.
Prompts for today from the writing app:
1. begins with this sentence: “He found the key in his pocket”
2. include this sentence: “it had gone wrong from the start”
3. the postman remembered that SKIPPED
4. include this sentence: “He slowly walked away.”