Hiya, Welcome back to PEP! I’ve had a fairly relaxed week; especially after the majority of April. I also caught up with chores at home; a full house cleaning and attempted to mow the yard. I got most of it done but a piece of the backyard isn’t mowed as my lawnmower ran out of gas and I haven’t had a chance to refill the gas can that I use to fill the mower. I’ll take care of that this next week. I did manage to do some baking this last week though!
This week’s question: Why do you write?
My answer: Hmm. I write because it soothes my soul. I enjoy creating worlds completely from scratch. My characters are, in a way, my children. If I reach even just one person that my novel, eventually to be published, makes a difference in their life for the better, I’m happy. Would I mind being rich off of my novels, not at all. I’d love that! But having fan(s) of my books and characters, my worlds, will be great.
What’s your answer?
This week’s baking and cooking: Caramel Chocolate Chip Cookies. I have finally found the perfect Chocolate Chip Cookie base to play with. I have another one that’s really good but it’s really moist and chewy, not really good to add nuts, candy or any of the like. But this one, is delicious, chewy but not so chewy that they fall apart if you add anything else. I want to try my hand again at homemade caramel. I made some b ack at Christmas time when I made homemade turtle, they’re my mother’s favorite candy. They were good but the caramel never truly set right so Lord, it was messy. I want to try it once more. I think it’ll be next time I make these.
This week’s writing:
“You were supposed to stop me,” he whispered.
He dropped to his knees before her, unbelieving this had happened. She was never supposed to be hurt like this, she was supposed to stop him before it came to this end.
Of course, no one knew he was responsible. As far as anyone knew, he was missing as he had vanished without trace, and whoever had made him vanish had done this to her. He knew the truth. What happened to her was a side effect of his work, his work that she was supposed to have stopped him before it got this far. His work, in his mind, was to better the world, not destroy it.
He stood up, preparing to leave; his world as it was has been destroyed with the death of his life source.
He turned and walked away from her gravesite, never to return.
As such, he won’t be around when her grave shifts the next night, bringing a nightmare to life as never has been before.
© Paula Crofoot
Monday Motivation: If we did all the things we are capable of, we would literally astound ourselves.
Writing Prompt: This one is insanely creepy: let’s see what ya’ll can do.
Mary had a little lamb,
it’s heart was black as coal,
it crept into her room one night,
and ate her very soul
My Book of the Week: The Unwelcomed Child by V.C. Andrews. I have actually not read any of her books before. But someone recommended her books to me as they’re reading through one of her series. I decided to try a stand alone book before I got sucked into a series in case I didn’t like it. I’ll let ya’ll know.
I should probably tell ya’ll about the previous books. I haven’t finished Apocalypse Cow just yet but I’m always reading more than one book at once. I have finished Face the Fire, it left it on just a little bit of a cliff-hanger. More of a leave the happy ending to your imagination cliff-hanger, the actual plot itself was solved.
Do you see it?
“Are we sure we should be here?”
“I don’t know. This place is creepy.”
“Come on. That’s why we’re here. This place has been abandoned for years. I want to see why!”
“Haven’t you heard the legends?”
“Oh, come on. You can’t believe those!”
“If you don’t, then why are we here?”
“I want to find out the truth.”
Sally sighed, she didn’t know if she believed the legends about this event center and why it was haunted. But she believed it enough to not push her luck with it. If only her friend Lizzie was more cautious.
“Did you hear that?”
Lost in her thoughts, Sally hadn’t heard anything.
She shook her head.
A moment later, she heard it.
“Are those footsteps?”
“Yeah, but who else is here? This place is abandoned.”
“It’s probably one of the ghosts around here.”
Before Lizzie could respond, a soft eerie light filled the hallway from their left.
Both girls turned, mouths opening in screams, as a dark haired woman appeared in the light, shadows filling where her eyes should be, wearing a wedding dress, covered in shadows and blood.
The last thing either girl saw was her mouth filled with razor sharp teeth, dripping with crimson blood, soon to be joined by their blood.
© Paula Crofoot
(Can you tell I like the darker things in life just as much as I enjoy the light?)
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