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The Moving Room (Part IV)

Ed’s attention went from his wife, who ascended to the second floor, to Lily. Her smile as she, too, watched his wife’s ascent, made him scratch his head in wonder. He could understand her being happy that Daisy loved the house, but her smile wasn’t that kind of smile. There was a type of malice there. He liked it.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re hiding something?” Ed asked Lily.

“You sound more intrigued about that than fearful,” replied Lily.

“Maybe because I am. So, what is really going on?”

“Oh, you’ll find out here in a few minutes.”

Ed gave her a thoughtful look. “Is it a trap of some kind?” asked Ed.

“You could say that. But it’s only for those greedy enough to fall for it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s just say your wife will finally have a house she will never be rid of…..ever.”

Daisy stepped onto the landing. The red plush carpet cushioned her every step. She stopped and peered to the left then right then left again. All the doors remained shut in each direction. Then to her left a door popped open on the right side of the hall way, and a light streamed out from within. The beam appeared brighter than usual. Her curiosity up, she hurried to the open door and poked her head in.

The red carpet continued into the bedroom. The walls were a creamy pearly white and shined as such. She reached around with her hand and rubbed it along the wall. The smoothness of it told her it was indeed pearl. “Wow, walls of pearl.” Her attention drew to the left and around the rest of the room. As she did this, she stepped inside the room. It was then she noticed the intricate gold design within the pearl walls. She took two strides to get a closer look and ran her finger along the gold pattern. On the left end of the room sat a four poster bed. It’s frame also that of pearl and with the same golden design. “I love this house. I love this room. I want it. I have to have this.” She turned to run out of the room to go get her husband, but the door wasn’t where it had been before. It was next to the bed.

She must have been mistaken, so she ran out the door and into a hallway with blue plush carpet. There was no hall going left or right as before. Instead the hall way was in front of her. She ran down it toward the stairwell, but there was no stairwell. She turned back toward the room but found herself back in the room without having moved. “How?” She turned in circles but now there was no door in the room. Not even one for a closet. But, oh, how she loved the room. She needed find her husband though. But there was no door leading out of the bedroom.

She banged on the wall’s, “Ed! Ed! Can you hear me? Ed!? Help.”

Downstairs Lily chuckled as she listened to Daisy yell for help.

“Shouldn’t we go help her?” asked Ed intrigued with Lily and not moving a muscle to help his wife.

“You don’t sound very convincing, Ed,” said Lily. “As a matter of fact, I see a tiny smile on those lips of yours.”

“You don’t know the evil that woman up there has put me through, so yeah, I guess I’m just going through the motions of giving a damn about her. But, out of curiosity. What happened to her? Why is she needing help in the first place?”

“She entered the moving room. When a greedy, self-serving person enters the room, there is no way out. The room moves and continues to move. It will display a door on one side of the room making you think you found your way out, when in reality, it leads to somewhere else.” She paused for effect, then, “There is no way out.”

Ed smiled. “I see.”

“Do you want this house, Ed?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Then let’s go.”

Ed and Lily walked out the front door and down the steps. Lily remained standing in front of the house and watched as Ed walked to his car.

Ed opened his driver side door and glanced up in the direction of the house, as he got into his car. But the house was gone and so was Lily and any trace she had ever been there.

(The End)

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The Moving Room (Part III)

“How did you get the buyers of our last three homes to give up ownership after six months?” asked Ed.

“Oh, that was simple. Anyone would freely give up their home if it meant they had to make zero payments,” replied Daisy.

“Then who pays the property taxes?”

“In essence, you do.”

“How do I do that?” asked Ed.”

“Well, hm, let’s see. Every buck you earn goes to me, so I pay it with that.”

“You’re evil, Daisy. Plain and simple. Just pure evil.”

“Never forget, baby, I own you.”

Ed turned off the car, and they went inside their current house. He sauntered into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of milk. He stood at the kitchen sink and stared out the window into the back yard. How was it that Daisy came to be the way she is? She wasn’t like that when he married her. He scratched the back of his head, chugged the rest of his milk, and belched out an air bubble. Unless that was all an act and this was her clear intent all along.

“Ed! Come quick! Look at this house,” called Daisy from the living room.

Ed walked in to the room to find Daisy drooling over a house displayed on the TV. It was a three story Victorian style with spires on each corner. This had to be the one that Daisy would be happy with for years and years. “Where is it?”

“Ten miles from hear going north of town. There’s an open house going on right now.”

“Well, what are we waiting for. Let’s go look at it,” said Ed.

They jumped in the car, backed out of the driveway, and headed north of town.

Daisy sat in the passenger seat with her hands pushed together between her legs. She rubbed them together as an exciting leer pressed itself on her face. “Oh, this house is going to be mine. All mine. This is the one. I can just feel it. Once I have it, you won’t be able to pry me out of there.”

Ed didn’t know what to think. Why couldn’t she be happy with what she had? It made no sense to him. He drummed his fingers on his leg as he drove. Maybe he could stay in this house, while she stayed in the Victorian house. He smiled at the thought, but he knew better than to think she’d actually let him have something of his own. Damn, how was he going to rid himself of this problem?

Twenty minutes later he pulled the car into the long driveway leading to the Victorian home. He gave his wife a side look, as he parked the car. Her eyes pealed themselves to the front of the house.

With absent minded ease, Daisy opened her car door and stepped out. Her jaw dropped open as she shuffled her way to the front steps and walked up.

Ed stood next to his open car door and watched as his wife melded herself, in a way, with the beauty of the house. Then another beauty captured his own eyes, and it wasn’t the house. A woman, with blond hair spilling over her right shoulder stepped out of the house.

“Hi, I’m Lily.” She held out her hand to Daisy, and Daisy shook it.

By this time Ed had walked up the front steps and now held his hand out and shook Lily’s.

Lily handed them both her business card. Moving Room Real Estate was printed across the top.

Hm, thought Ed. He’d never heard of that brokerage. “Are you a knew brokerage?”

“You could say that,” replied Lily. Her dark brown eyes gave him a few flirtatious blinks.

Ed smiled back, glanced at his wife who continued to be enthralled with the house and now headed inside. He let her go and didn’t follow. He looked back at Lily who’s creased brows told him she wasn’t impressed with Daisy. “Something wrong?” asked Ed.

“Well…’s your wife. Is she ok? She shook my hand but never really acknowledged me.”

“It’s the house. She’s taken by it and wants it bad,” said Ed as he and Lily now entered the house.

A sly smile then graced Lily’s lips. “Then let’s allow her to roam the house on her own. “I’m sure she’ll find something that will keep her here indefinitely.”

It was Ed’s turn to crease his brows. It was an odd statement, but this felt like an odd situation, although he couldn’t explain why.

A circular staircase sat off to the right of the front entryway. Ed watched as Daisy, in a dream like state, walked up the stairs to the second floor.

Daisy, her eyes on the landing above, made her way up the steps. The house, it called to her psyche. It pulled her, and up up she went.

Lily watched with an I gottcha now smile as Daisy made her way up.

(To Be Continued)

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Write It Down

You want to write a novel, but you don’t know how to start. You have all these ideas milling around in your head, but you can’t seem to organize them. What do you do? Write them down. Get a journal and write it in there, or create an electronic file in your word processing program and write it in there.

What do you do once you get your ideas written down and organized? This is where I say, it all depends on how you as an individual go about it? Everyone is different and will do what is comfortable for them. But what if you don’t know how you work? You are going to have to try different things and discover what way you like best.

Here’s what I do. When I finished my first novel, I immediately wanted to write the second one. I had an idea of what I wanted the second book to be about but most of it was bunched in my head in pieces. I knew what I wanted the story to consist of but I didn’t know what I needed to do to connect those ideas. I started out by putting together a three ring binder with sections. These sections are as follows: characters, realms, settings, photos, names for characters, questions, story, style sheet, and fantasy characters.

I went through each section of my binder and added my notes in each section. Once the information was separate this way, my mind was free to meditate on each. The one section I started with was questions. I looked at those and sought to answer them. No, the answers didn’t come right away. I brainstormed the answers and some questions I had to really think about. This is where my walks came in handy. During that time my brain was free to think. Much of what I came up with and worked for my story came from that thinking time during my walks.

Example: below is a question I needed an answer to for my up and coming novel The Cross’s Key. I wanted seven realms in my novel hence the double question below…..

What will these realms be and how will I connect them to the story?

The answer to the above questions did not come right away. It took a while. That’s ok. Don’t rush your story. Take your time. But…..write down your ideas.

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The Moving Room (Part II)

Shoving his wife out the passenger side door was only a fantasy. He couldn’t do something like that. Simply put, he wasn’t that kind of guy. His wife, Daisy, irritated him to no end, but she was his wife none the less. For better or worse. More for the worst if anything though. He, Ed Thomas, was a stand up guy. At least he thought so. He itched the back of his head as he turned the car into the driveway of their current home.

He watched Daisy as he turned the car’s engine off. Her head bowed to her chest and her bottom lip popped out. He placed a hand on her knee, but she didn’t respond. “Daisy,” said Ed. “We have a nice house. It’s perfect. We don’t need to sell it and buy a new one. This needs to stop.”

Daisy shot her head up and looked her husband square in the eyes. “It’s boring, Ed. This house is boring. There is nothing magical about it.”

“That’s not what you said when we bought it a year ago. You said it had all kinds of magic. That it was just what you wanted.”

“There is always something better out there. Always.”

“How long is this going to go on? Huh? We’ve been married for five years. We’re in our mid-thirties. We can’t continue to move every year. Our funds will deplete as time goes by,” replied Ed.

“Bah,” said Daisy with a wave of her hand. “Not if we use the money we get from the sale of our house it won’t. Besides, baby, you make good money. With the $70,000 a year salary you make, and the $10,000,000 inheritance you gained, we’ll be sitting pretty for a good long time.”

“But you never let me have any money. It’s my money and you never let me have access to it,” said Ed.

“And don’t you forget it, Sweety. Remember what I told you.” Her facial expression turned to ice, and her voice deepened in a gruff, harsh tone. “You will NEVER have anything. It’s mine. All mine. The money. The houses. Everything. Oh and by the way. The other two houses we purchased prior to this one? I still own them.”

Ed twisted his head and shot her a look. He opened his mouth to respond but found himself speechless. After a full minute he said, “But, how? I saw and witnessed the sales transactions.”

“Did you read the documents that were signed?”

“Well, no. I let you take care of…..” Shock invaded his speech once more. “What did you do?”

“Oh, the buyers bought the house. But I had the realtor set up the contract so that ownership of the each of those houses would revert back to me within a six month period of time. The buyers would stay there rent free after that.”

“I’m taking you off the bank accounts. And you no longer will share in my inheritance.”

“Yeah, well, remember what I told you I’d do if you tried to do that,” threatened Daisy, an evil leer smearing across her face.

(To Be Continued)

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The Moving Room (Part I)

The Sunday morning air cooled the car through the open windows, as Daisy and her husband Ed sped down the country road. Birds flitted across from one side of the road to the other. Trees swayed, as their leaves waved and clapped.

Daisy gazed out of the passenger side window as she lay her head back against the head rest. A slow breath in and out helped to clear her mind as the drone of the car trudged along the gravel strewn road. Her favorite. As they passed each house, she imagined what they looked like on the inside and what life would be like if she lived there. It wasn’t that she and her husband didn’t have a nice house. They did. But there was always a better one out there. Within the last five years they purchased three homes, but they only owned one. After moving in to a new house, she would become bored with it after a year and want a new one. There was always something out there that was better.

Today was no different. Her husband drove as Daisy’s eyes remained on the hunt for that new house that was that much better than what she had. Yes, it was there somewhere. And she would find it.

“This is ridiculous, Daisy,” complained Ed. “Why can’t we just stay in the house we have?”

“There is a better one. I know there is. That diamond in the rough. The one I won’t get bored with. We’ll never know unless we keep looking,” replied Daisy.

Ed glared at his wife. The back of her head faced him has she continued staring out her window. Oh how he’d love to have a remote control passenger side door that he could open with a button. Then he could take a pair of scissors, cut her seat belt off, open the door, and shove her out to the curb, all while driving down the road at high rate of speed.

(To Be Continued)

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Lights of Fantasy (Part IV)

“They are other worlds,” replied her grandpa.

“How can that be? There is only one world. That’s the one we live in.” Then she recalled the moving eyes in the pool that afternoon. She took a deep breath and let it out. This whole thing was too much. “Grandpa, you’re being silly.”

“Am I?”

“Yes.” With her eyes still on the twinkling lights, she felt her grandpa’s pointed stare. His sinister voice took on a whole other level of sinister. There was a heaviness to it. She glanced at him and did a double take. His nostrils flared, and his skin reddened. “Grandpa? I didn’t mean to make you angry.”

“You don’t believe in the lights. Do you?” her grandpa asked.

“I think you’re putting me on. You know. Like grandparents are supposed to do. Tell their grandkids stories.”

“Tell me, did you eyes in the pool today?”

Lily blinked several times. How would he know to ask that? “Y-yes. Why?”

“They were your eyes.”

“My eyes. That’s impossible. My eyes are right here,” said Lily pointing to her eyes.

Her grandpa took a step toward her and continued to stare at her.

“Grandpa, you’re scaring me.”

“No need to be scared. You see. You are going to one of those worlds, just like you did the past three times. Then you will come back, or your eyes will, and look up at you from the pool. This process will continue until you finally believe me about the lights in the pool.”

“I-I-I believe you. I believe you. Please, don’t make me go away,” replied Lily backing away from him.”

“It’s too late, bug.”

Her grandpa took both sides of her neck in his hands. He squeezed until she blacked out. When she came too the next day, her eyes stared up from the pool’s water at herself who was standing on the side of the pool. Her eyes glided with grace as they moved back and forth.

(The End)

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Lights of Fantasy (Part III)

I took a few careful steps backwards, not taking my eyes off the moving eyes gliding along in the water from one end of the pool to the other. Then I stopped, scrunched my eyes shut, and shook my head. When I opened them, the floating eyes in the pool were gone. I stood there for another moment scratching an itch on my elbow. She jumped at a noise behind her. It was her mother.


“Mom, you scared me to death.”

“What’s wrong? You look pale.”

Given her mother’s reaction before when Lily pointed out the weirdness in the pool, she didn’t think her mother would believe her now. “It’s nothing. I think spent too much time in the pool today.”

Her mom checked her watch then looked at her daughter with a creased brow. “It’s only been 15 minutes. For you that’s no time at all.”

“What can I say?” replied Lily with a shoulder shrug. “For now I’m good.” She sped by her mother and into the house.

Later that night, Lily lay in bed reading when a small tap played out a rhythm on her door.

“Come in.”

The door opened, and her grandpa stepped into the room. “Hey, bug,” said her grandpa smiling.

Bug was her grandpa’s nickname for her since she was a toddler. “Grandpa!” shouted Lily, surprised. “When did you get here?”

“Oh, about 20 minutes ago. I couldn’t wait to see the new pool. It took some convincing your mom and dad to have it put in, but they finally caved.”

Lily’s mouth opened wide, not knowing how to respond at first. Then. “You? It was you?”

Her grandpa nodded his head.

“I wondered why mom and dad gave in so easily when I asked them. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Your welcome, bug. As a matter of fact, how do you like the special addition to it?”

Lily cocked her head and looked at him. “What special addition?” She had an idea but didn’t know if it was what she was thinking or not. After all, she didn’t want her grandpa looking at her funny like her mom did earlier.

Her grandpa turned off her bedside lamp, walked over to her second story window, opened it, and knelt down in front of it. He motioned her over. “Take a look.”

She sauntered over to the window and knelt down beside him, rested her arms on the window sill and gazed out in the direction of the pool. The tiny round glass lights twinkled up at her like stars in the night sky. She opened her mouth to respond, then closed it, then opened it, then closed it again. Not wanting to take her eyes off the twinkling lights her eyes sat glued to the spectacle as she gave her head a slight turn in her grandpa’s direction. “Ummm. How? I mean, are they glow in the dark?” Given her experience earlier in the day, she figured there had to be some oddness behind the twinkling of the lights now but didn’t want to go there just yet. “Or, they’re electric right?”

“No, my child. They aren’t any of those things,” said her grandpa.

There was a more serious tone to his voice she’d never heard before. “Then, what are they?”

(To Be Continued)

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Lights of Fantasy (Part II)

Tiny little glass bumps sat scattered everywhere. The lining of the pool was filled with them. Hmm. I wondered what they were. I thrust myself topside and popped my head above the water. Before I could say anything, my mom spoke.

“Lily, don’t you think you’d be more comfortable in a swimsuit?”

“Yeah, but wait, what are all the little round, clear bumps all over the lining down here?” I asked

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You put the pool in, and you don’t know what you had put in? Come here. Feel this,” I said, running my wet hand over the side of the pool.

My mom sauntered over and squatted at the pool’s edge. She reached her hand down and rubbed the lining on the inside of the pool.

“What am I supposed to be feeling?” asked my mom in a grim tone.

“What are you talking about? I told you. There are tiny clear bumps all over the side of the pool,” I said.

“No, sweetie. I didn’t feel anything.” My mom stood and turned toward the house. “Go change into your swimsuit,” she called back over her shoulder.

Ten minutes later I dove back into the pool. Like a bullet I shot from one end to the other along the bottom. As I passed over the clear tiny bumps, colors flowed from them. I stopped midway and watched, but when I stopped, the colors stopped flowing. Hmm. Maybe they respond to body heat. I dove beneath the surface once more and swam my way back to the bottom. When I got there, I passed my hand over the tiny bumps. Nothing happened.

Deciding not to let it bother me, I continued swimming a few more underwater laps. I opened my eyes before surfacing, and a light yellow greeted me. I stopped, floated in place, and blinked a few times. I ran out of breath, surfaced, took in some air, then plunked back beneath again. The yellow light was still there, covering the whole underwater environment.

I surfaced, pushed myself up and out of the pool, and stared back at the water. Clear. The only color from above the water was that of the blue lining squiggling from the movement of the water. I jumped in and sank once more then opened my eyes. Yellow light flowed throughout. I closed my eyes and gave my head a couple quick shakes. Upon opening my eyes, the yellow light remained. Ok, time to get out of the pool.

I swam to the stairs and climbed out. The warmth from the sunny pavement under my bare feet sent a comfortable sensation through me, as I clomped over to my towel. I brushed my towel over my long blond hair with a few vigorous swishes and patted my face then patted the rest of me dry. When I finished, I enclosed the towel around my shoulders and turned toward the house but stopped short.

The feeling of being watched and a slight movement from the corner of my eye along with curiosity turned my head in the direction of the pool. Two small eyes blinked back at me from under the water. There appeared to be no body under them, yet they moved from side to side in the pool.

(To Be Continued)

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Lights of Fantasy (Part I)

The pool went in on my birthday. My mom setup for me to spend a weekend away with my best friend and her family. When I returned home, the built-in swimming pool graced our backyard, and floating on top of the water was a huge red happy birthday bow.

Now, even though I was 13, my reaction to the pool was that of a kid much younger. I didn’t care. I loved to swim, and now I could stay home to do this instead of going to the Y everyday. So what did I do upon seeing this golden nugget known as our new swimming pool? I snatched my phone out of my pocket, tossed it to my mom, jumped in clothes and all, swam over to the bow, and sidled it to the side of the pool, grounding it.

But as I dove beneath the water and made my trek from one end to the other, something strange about the lining caught my attention.

(To Be Continued)

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The Golden Tree (Part VII)

Charlie continued staring in confused angst at the two different scenes. Weird though the two may have been, he had to get back to his own time, so he continued walking toward the modern scene in front of him. He stopped to wait for the cross walk light to turn green. When it did, he proceeded but was stopped by an invisible force field. Damn.

He pressed his hands against the force field, but it wouldn’t budge. A wave of heat made its way throughout his body as a frustrated anger welled up inside. He pressed on the force field once more. Harder this time. Then he banged on it. Nothing. Two passersby crossed the street in front of him. He waved and yelled at them, but they continued on, not seeing or hearing Charlie at all.

“Let me through!” Charlie yelled to no one in particular. His body fell through the force field the instant he shouted his order, causing him to trip and stumble to the pavement on the other side. “Finally.” He stood up and sauntered the few feet back to the force field he had just burst through. He gazed back through it to the ’50’s scene, placed his hand on the force field, and gave a gentle push. Resistance fought back. Awesome, he was finally back in his own time.

He turned and spied a diner across the street, so he headed in that direction. He whipped out his cell phone and dialed Ray’s number. It went directly to voicemail, so he left a message. He slunk the phone back into his rear pants pocket and entered the diner. The hostess guided him to a booth and handed him a menu.

“Something to drink?” asked the waitress.

“Coffee, please,” replied Charlie.

The waitress turned to walk away, but Charlie tapped her arm to stop her. “Excuse me. Um, what town am I in?”

“Ball Dune, Texas.”

“I know this is going to sound odd, but, what year is it?”

“2052,” said the waitress. “And no, it isn’t a weird question. We get folks like you around here all the time.”

Charlie’s mind went blank, not knowing what to say. He placed his hands on the table, as his heart raced, and his breathing labored. “You mean…you mean I didn’t get back to my time?” He didn’t know if the waitress knew what he was talking about or not. Although he figured she did the moment she said, ‘folks like you’.

The waitress clucked her tongue then said, “You should have touched the tree on the wall at Tulsie’s.”

Charlie’s horrified eyes bore through her as he realized he might never get home.

“Hey,” said the waitress with a calm resolve. “I was you at one time.”

“Th-then I’ll go back and touch the tree.”

“Nope. You can’t do that,” said the waitress, as she pointed out the window to the place across the street where the force field was.”

Charlie followed her finger. The spot where the force field should be was now home to a general store. He turned his gaze back up at the waitress. “How? What?”

“I used to be you at one time.”


Ray and Charlotte Bleaker’s farm, 2022

Ray chuckled and high fived his wife, Charlotte, as Charlie’s face imprinted itself on a new leaf on the golden tree.

“They just don’t listen,” said Charlotte. “People need to learn not to touch things when they’re told not to.”