Monthly Archives: October 2016

Today’s Write: “Something is Wrong in the Town of Ashton”

This may be used in my novel. Please excuse the formatting. I do a lot of this from my phone.

Something was not right in the town of Ashton, Massachusetts. Meredith O’Rourke, walked around for two weeks with a deep unrest at the bottom of her stomach. It was almost Halloween which because of her family history always made her twitchy, but that wasn’t it. This was deeper, she felt it in her bones. It all started the day her brother Sean found the family journals. She should have told him years ago. He had not spoken to her since. She was concerned but knew he wouldn’t do anything rash. And yet this feeling sat in her stomach. Her senses on high alert for any paranormal activity in town.

The paranormal elements typically stayed out of Ashton. Not because of the three hundred so called witches and vampires that were burned there in 1642 mostly with the help of her ancestors, but rather because of the witches and vampires that were not destroyed there in 1642. The ones her family let go. The ones she knew lived at the De Morlais Estate on Pleasant Street.

Whenever Dan Okada visited Ashton he stayed with his good friends the O’Rourkes. Since his last visit two weeks ago he felt an anger rising within him. Something had been stirred in his soul. A part of him just wanted to go back to his hum drum existence. But this new rage needed a vehicle. When he was approached at work by his mentor Rich McDonnell to join an office walk out. “The words, “Sign me up,” flew out of his mouth without a thought. He noticed a difference with his friend Sean as well. He was smoking like he a lot of stock options in Marlboro. He recalled a difference in the air on his last visit to Ashton. It was colder than usual for October. And it was creepier than usual for October. He saw more spirits in that two day trip than he had in the last six months and a few times he felt like someone was whispering in his ear. But what he remembered most was how angry Sean was with his sister Meredith, so angry they headed back to Boston a day early. 

The Vampiress Tegan, felt a shadow watching over her the past two weeks. She tried to pick up a scent, a glimpse of it in full form out of the corner of her eye, but nothing. Just the heaviness of its presence lingering over her and her clan. She told everyone to be extra careful. Some of the young vamps looked at her like she was crazy. She didn’t blame them. They didn’t know the horror that had preceded their existence. They didn’t know that there are creatures out there far more dangerous than vampires. A few times she found herself on her evening walk outside the O’Rourke House. She could see Meredith O’Rourke pacing the floor through the front porch windows. She could feel Meredith’s unrest. She thought about warning her. Something was coming. But what good would that do? Meredith and Sean were never trained to be hunters. The truce between the vampires and the O’Rourke family which had kept future descendants safe since World War II now seemed to have left this current generation of O’Rourkes helpless to defend themselves. 

She moved on and against her better judgement went up to Ashton Cemetery. Maybe the dead would have answers, she thought. The wind felt colder, sharper yet heavy. The 17 th century cobblestone sidewalk just outside the cemetery had been dismantled from underneath their three hundred year home. Inside two of the O’Rourke family tombstones had been knocked over. She noticed the iron gate to her family tomb, the De Morlais tomb was wide open. Her stomach dropped. Unease turned to all out fear and after a thousand years not much scared her. She ran inside the tomb. The secret passageway in the floor was ajar about an inch. She lifted the granite stone from the floor which triggered the lights in the secret vault below. She ran down the hidden stone stairway to find Wilhelm’s empty open coffin. The iron chains that once sealed the mahogany box were broken on the cold concrete. Empty blood bags littered the floor. Someone or something had let him out!


Cherry Blossoms Part of Chapter 2 or 3

Meredith O’Rourke walked through the cherry blossom trees the petals below her feet covering the blows of her black heeled boots as they marched down Wesley Street.  She sped up as she got closer to her parked car. Had she gone mad?  No one was behind her, no one real. Her blue eyes darted back at the pink street behind her and nothing or no one was gaining on her. More blossoms blew off the trees as the wind kicked up. A storm of pink funneled toward her as the wind gained momentum. Then, in the middle of the flower storm he emerged, a beautiful man with short brown hair.  He walked slowly toward her, dressed in all black. He was calm, powerful and coming.
His bright blue eyes beckoned her from five hundred feet away. She turned her head.  I can’t look into his eyes. But I want to, she thought. This must have been the pull my grandmother wrote about.
“Meredith,” he said in the whisper she felt chime through her whole body.
A loud crash jolted her. She awoke in her dark living room and noticed the family journals were all over the hardwood floor. A pang of fear shot up through her chest and into her throat as she realized someone else had been in the house. She reached for the lamp in back of her. The light gave false comfort that she knew was temporary. The vampires knew that she knew. They were now watching.
The “Clair De Lune” went off on her phone.  She jumped off the couch and searched the mess for it.


“Hello, this is Meredith.”


“You sound winded are you alright?” Rich McDonnell asked.


“Yes, yes, I was just cleaning.”


“I’m sorry to call you with this …….I don’t know how to …..”


“What is it, is it Sean?”


“He has gone missing.”


Her heart beat so hard it hurt.


“When did this happen?”


“This morning, I’m sorry we were looking for him, the police have looked for him. I didn’t want to call you I kept hoping we would find him.”


“Where is Dan? Why isn’t he calling me?”

“Dan is in Mass General.”
She dropped the phone. She felt light-headed and nauseous.
“Meredith, are you ok?”
She reached for the phone trying to hold it together.


“I am coming to Boston Immediately.”


She knelt down to grab the most important journals as she would take a few with her.  Everyone she picked up had cherry blossom petals under them. She ran to her kitchen sick and threw up mostly in her long brown hair. This was it after all these years they found us, but why now?  Sean was innocent, he was never told about this family secret. She knew it was the vampires, they took him.

Winging It, Parts of a future story

The house smelled of cinnamon, like Christmas, like Thanksgiving, like a warm safe home. Something Alex had not known until now. He tried to play it cool, blend in, act like he was one of the spoiled elite he went to school with. But they knew the truth. He was a fraud. A foster kid who got lucky, he thought. He told himself things would get better maybe over time they would forget where he came from. Maybe he would too. Maybe this life was contagious. He was willing to catch it. The best part of it all wasn’t the money, it was Dan. He wasn’t very parental, there were no rules that he knew of, but Dan did care. He showed up at the art show and seemed to like his graphic novel. Dan also liked comics. Maybe this was it. A real home once and for all. He tried not to focus on it. The thought of losing it was too upsetting. He had become attached to Dan and the idea of having a father who actually cared. For now he would continue to play it cool, blend in, wing it.