It’s been a little while…

Hello Everyone in the world,

I just thought I would write a quick post. :) I have been keeping busy and amazingly enough this week I have gotten a lot of writing done. I have been doing some freelance writing and design jobs. I have been enjoying it. When I have finished the jobs I will post them in my portfolio section for all people to view. :) Other than that I just finished writing a travel article on Mt Tirbogargen and when my boyfriend and I climbed it with a few friends.

Other than that, Johan and I went to a writing course on Character Buillding with Tristan Bancks. It was really interesting because he had us do a few writing things that made me think differently about writing. We talked about all areas of Character Development and how that adds to stories – we even got to go outside and people watch and make up stories about those walking by. It was rather funny and interesting.  It’s interesting how there are all sorts of people in the world. I will share something that I wrote in the class at the bottom of this entry. He had us do some digging into our past about things that we remember and one of the things that I remembered was “the last time I saw my Grandpa Dennis.”

“It is a sunny morning as my grandfather and I were driving into town. We were headed to the hardware store. We rounded the last corner before arriving at the edge of town. The trees were sparkling green and the sky was blue. Grandpa had to get new screening for our screen door, because we had some new kittens who were at the stage of trying out their new sharp claws by climbing up the screen door. As I drove toward the hardware store, a white sign was swinging in the wind. It read, “Bakery” ”Ohh! Why don’t we stop at the bakery after we get the screening – Just don’t tell grandma.” He smiled mischeiviously with that crooked smile that I loved. I smiled too and answered, “Sure!” As soon as we got the screening for the door, we went into the bakery and got a dozen lengendary blueberry doughnuts. My grandpa handed me the box and then turned to pay for them. As soon as we got into my car, the sun was shining into the passenger seat and I got this weird feeling that this would be my last time seeing my grandpa. I didn’t want to believe it, so I tried pushing it out of my mind.”

I hope you enjoy your Tuesday and that you had a great weekend! :)

Sorry if there are any typos, I typed this on my iPad and it’s hard to type with it on wordpress sometimes.

What kinds of things do you do to build characters? 

 

“All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie dust!” – Faith – Imagination – Fantasy – Real Life -

You know a lot of people say that fairy-tales and folk-tales screwed up their childhood  on their belief system. The fact that they were told that Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, leperchauns, and tooth fairies caused them to fumble when it came to believing in Jesus.

For me on the otherside it drove me to see that “this world can’t be all that there is”. I know that Jesus drives my imagination and that as a story teller i make up characters who will show the reflection of Christ. That is what fairy-tales and folk-lore did to me… The wanting to be in another world where things weren’t so harsh. Where i hadn’t been bullied and where there were mystical beings and talking animals. In all imagination, Fairy-tales, and folk-lore there is always some truth in it.

Yes, i was told Santa brought the gifts on Christmas… But, that didn’t ruin it for me because as time went by i Learned about the real story of Santa… And what had happened down the line when German and English immigrents combined. The people started changing the story as time went by. He was first known as Christ-kindel which was first known as a messenger to give gifts of Christ! Check out the whole story here… they were good intentions.

The other interesting one that we can all think of is the Easter Bunny…. You may ask… Why do we celebrate with a bunny? The bunny also has a name and it is “Oschter Haws”. There were some pagen people in the ancient past who were worshiping their spring goddess Eastre.

Missionaries came to the Land and many of those became Christians, but the pagans festival during the spring was celebrated at the same time as Jesus’ celebration of rising from the dead. And you are probably thinking, “Okay, i understand that know Devin, but, why a bunny? And why does it lay eggs?”

In research it says that the bunny is a massive sign of fertility and new life. Exactly what Jesus died for…. So that we may have eternal life. Makes sense why the bunny is a good logo for the holiday… If you know the whole story.

And you asked, why eggs? Why does it lay eggs.

Jesus died on the cross to give us the gift of abundant everlasting life and that is similar to the reminder of the eggs on easter. Have you ever drained the eggs and painted them? We did all the time at Easter! Once you empty the egg, what do you have?

“Umm, duh, Devin… An empty egg.”

“Haha!!! Yes, an empty egg! And now let me ask you a question…. What happened when Jesus rose from the dead and left the tomb…what were they left with?”

“An empty tomb?”

“Why yes, you are correct!” :)

An empty tomb and empty eggshells. There is truth in all stories and those are only two!!! :D

You are probably wondering why i chose to write about Santa and the Easter Bunny in May… But, I just decided to write a post on this, because these are two very important things in my life. My Faith. Imagination is the other one. In the world today i have seen faith is just pushed aside and people are blind to the truth… Almost like in the new television show that I love so much “Once Upon a Time” where Emma doesn’t want to believe so she can’t see the writer’s leg of wood, so she couldn’t believe that he was pinnochio.

Faith is an important factor to have in ones life. As Peter Pan once put so nicely, “All you need… Is FAITH, Trust, and a little bit of PIXIE dust.” He put it very nicely and you know what? It is true. Jesus taught people life lessons through stories. Jesus walked on water. A real donkey spoke to a man. A real giant whale swallowed Jonah. The impossible turns possible. Have some faith and have imagination. God will show you amazing things when you look through His eyes. And, boy… Does He have some Imagination!! :D

Toowoomba Writing Workshop and Writing Plan

Hello Everyone!! It’s so nice to have my internet cooperate with me. For the past few days it’s been sluggish and slow like molasses in January – So I wasn’t able to write on here at all. It drove me crazy, because I wanted to update long before after I had my spa day. Which was Thursday last week. It was absolutely amazing. It started out with a bath full of bubbles and rose petals. Then I had the massage and they serves me chai tea after. What a lovely treatment of relaxation. I think everyone deserves to give themselves a break once in awhile.

On friday, Johan and I went to Toowoomba. Which is a lovely area filled with farms, fields, and rusty old wind mills. It reminds me a lot of western North Dakota with their old cowboy feel. It was so beautiful there and it was a wonderful escape away from tcitywide city! :) I went to a writing workshop there. It was so much fun. The speaker/author was Kathy Hoopmann. She wrote the book called “All Cats Have Asperger Syndrome”.

I learned a lot of useful information at the workshop! Check out Kathy’s books! They are just darling! Check out her website: http://www.kathyhoopmann.com/

While in Toowoomba I decided that my “Created Ones” Story will be turned into a series… because all my characters wanted a chance to get to know you all and there wasn’t enough room for that in the one book! :) So, I have planned to start doing that and lugging my way through that! :P Johan and I went to a lovely park called Queens Park and we walked around. There were such beautiful trees out and they were changing red colours. At first I didn’t see the red leaves, but then Johan surprised me with 2 beautiful red leaves that had fallen from the trees. I pressed them in my writing book. We went and sat on a picnic table near some of those trees. It was so beautiful and just a lovely time with Johan. A blessed and relaxing weekend.

The Created Ones Character Gallery!

Since this is my 101th Blog Post, I decided to post the characters from my book “The Created Ones”!!! What do you think?
I will post more of the characters on sooner or later. :) Today has been a chill day… which is nice because I have needed one for awhile. I spent a lot of time looking for literary magazines and online magazines to submit my writing to. I found a few actually and am very excited to get to work on them. But first of all, I want to remind you all who are partaking in my writing “Flash-Fiction Contest” you have a few days left to finish it up… Friday the 13th will be the last day! :) I can’t wait to read what you all have written! :)

 

I am thinking about some fun things to do on here for the upcoming months… What do you think?
A.) Guest Blogger Contest (where you will enter and be able to be my guest blogger for a day!)

B.) A Writer’s Interview (I will interview another writer!)
C.) A Blog on Writing (Where you will ask me questions and I will write a nice blog entry on writing and answering your questions)
Please Vote! :) and if you choose one of the three be sure to tell me why and if you choose c. be sure to ask me a question about writing and I will be sure to answer away! :)

 

And here are a few of my characters:

 

New Flash Fiction Contest!

Okay, So I have been superly addicted to “The Walking Dead” show. So much, in fact that I started reading the graphic novel as well. And if you knew me you would probably know that I am not the type of girl to be into reading graphic novels. But this is different some how. I am in love with the characters and am cheering that they survive. I am now waiting anxiously for the third season to come out.

I would like to host a flash-fiction writing contest focused on this picture. What inspiration can you get from it? You have from now till Friday the 13th to work on it. To enter it in the contest send it to devinberglund@live.com. If you want some information on writing flash fiction visit this site: http://www.fictionfactor.com/guests/flashfiction.html

I really can’t wait to hear all your stories!! :)

 

 

Writing & Being Sick!

Yesterday I went to The Queensland Writing Centre for a writer’s workshop! It was absolutely an amazing workshop! Our teacher is a published Brisbane Author, Tiana Templeman. The workshop was called “Rediscovering Your Writing Drive” which was a really good little kick in my butt. I totally needed it. Since I am currently at about 60,000 words on my novel “The Created Ones” and it needs to get up to at least 80,000… besides it just needs to become finished. So, That is my goal for this month. If I aim at finishing the complete manuscript by mid April I would be as happy as a queen! :) Then I will look over everything and figure out where next to go with it.

ImageHere are a few pictures of my walk to the Queensland State Library, which is where the Queensland Writing Centre is located. I think I found my new favorite writing places. Some outside places and inside. :) Yay, for inspiration!

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Here is a beautiful view of the city! While walking there and seeing this, I was thinking about how blessed I am to live here for a year. I am so thankful for everything and everyone God has given me. My family, boyfriend, his family, and my friends.

 Isn’t this a neat looking library? They are quite different looking than the ones back home, but once I got inside – there was that lovely feeling that you only get in a library. It was like welcome home. I haven’t felt that way about a Library since the library at my college in Minnesota! :)

Other than being extremely inspired from that lovely workshop, I have been sick, as I told you in my last post. But, I have been getting better and only have these horrible cough attacks. They are just horrible! Yesterday after the workshop I walked to Central Station and took the train to the Sunny Coast. Johan came to the train station to pick me up. I am so thankful for him. More than he knows. I am laying on the bed in his parents guest room. I slept sooo well last night (…and I sorta slept in…) but, that is good because at my place everyday even though I have been sick I have gotten up at 7am because of the BRIGHT BLINDING LIGHT coming in my apartment windows. I think this next week I will search for some curtains and a rod. It will help greatly!

This coming week, I think I will majorly focus on looking for a job and also writing for my book! Then on Thursday I will be flying to Sydney. I am going to the Hillsong Women’s Colour Conference! I am so pumped. I haven’t been in Sydney since about 2 years ago. I promise that when I leave and arrive I will certainly take many pictures and jot down many notes. :)

I am so happy that I have this blog, It’s so nice to write to people and share with them about my life and adventures. It’s a nice feeling!

Hope you all are Healthy & Happy!

Devin

Friday Morning

Hello Everyone,

It’s been a little while since I last posted because I haven’t been feeling well. I think I got a head cold. How bothersome are colds, right? But, yes, I just thought I would share the link for my latest travel blog entry on the Minneapolis Star Tribune’s travel blog “World Class” I wrote it about the adventure I had in Singapore early January. I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think! :)

http://www.startribune.com/lifestyle/travel/blogs/141884053.html

Robert Liparulo Interview

Robert Liparulo Interview
Hello Everyone, I want to introduce my friend Robert Liparulo, best selling author. “The 13th Tribe” is the most recent book of his and it will be on shelves on April 3rd. He has written many books-some adult thrillers, and some young adult. Check them all out.

1. How do you find inspiration?
Art done well always inspires me. Doesn’t matter if it’s literature, paintings, statues, music, movies—if it stills my emotions, if it’s finely layered, and well crafted, it inspires me to be just as good. Before I write, I’ll often read a few chapters of a great book, look at Michelangelo paintings, watch an especially moving scene from a movie. While I write, I listen to mostly soundtracks. I’m also acutely aware that God gave me the gift of storytelling. I don’t want to let Him down.

2. When is it that you get new ideas? Meeting people? Visiting new places? Dreams?
All of the above! And also from pursuing my insatiable curiosity. The Dreamhouse Kings came from a dream I had when I was a child. Comes a Horseman sprung from my reading an article in Psychology Today about people with delusions of grandeur. It addressed people who thought they were great people throughout history, and I thought, if people can think they’re heroes, why not villains, why not the ultimate villain, the Antichrist? Deadfall came about when I considered my best friend: He’s a game warden, a real outdoorsy guy, and a strong Christian. I wondered what he would do when faced with an impossible situation, in the case of Deadfall, a guy armed with only a bow and arrow trying to stop an isolated town from being terrorized by group armed with a satellite laser weapon.

3. What do you do when you get in a tough spot with your characters? When they don’t want to talk?
In the rare times when that’s happened (my characters tend to be highly animated and alive from start to finish),I act out their situations, I try to be them. People can’t stop life, so something has to happen. I try to get a sense of what I would do as them. I’m already in character, so I trust what I think I’d do is what they would do.

4. How do you approach starting your novel? Do you outline? Make a story/character bible?
I don’t create a detailed outline, but I know the high points of the story, where I need my characters to be. I want them to figure out how to get there, to behave they would based on their personalities and experiences. So once I have a general idea of the story and have spent a lot of time “being” my characters and doing researching, I set the characters loose on the page, then run behind them, writing down what they do. Since I try to live my characters for a time before starting to write, I don’t make character bibles; I don’t need one for me, so I don’t need one for them. That’s the theory, anyway.

5. Do you write the story straight through? Or write bits and pieces to later piece it together?
Except for adding a scene here and there to make things clearer or create better transitions, I write straight through, beginning to end. I’ve found that writing in non-contiguous chunks leads to inconsistencies in character behavior and sometimes plot and tone. It’s tempting to write whatever scene is pressing on you, inspiring you, but the inconsistencies that result (at least for me) isn’t worth it. Instead, I try to write faster so I can get to that needling scene sooner.

6. If you were told you couldn’t write any more what would you do?
Fall into a deep depression. I feel wired by God to write. Not doing it would be like ripping out a large part of my soul. I’d keep searching for a way to write nonetheless. Unless, of course, it’s God telling me to stop writing. I trust that He would also take away my desire to do it. I hope so.

7. What kind of advice do you have for amateur writers?
Read everything. Never stop reading. In reading fiction, you’ll learn what works, what doesn’t, the structure of stories, the development of characters. Even reading magazines helps, it’ll fill your head with ideas and people and inventions, adventures and misadventures, human nature—all of it you can use to flesh out your stories, make them deep and real.

8. What stories, songs, and/or writers inspire you?
All kinds, as long they’re well done and stir my emotions. I’ll listen to everything rock to Christian contemporary to soundtracks. I like The Fray, Iron & Wine, MercyMe, The Kry, Hans Zimmer, Daft Punk . . . a wide variety. As far as authors, Richard Matheson, Dean Koontz, Thomas Perry, Elmore Leonard . . . mostly thriller writers.

9. What was the hardest part of writing The 13th Tribe?
People have asked if moving from more mainstream-type thrillers into a Christian thriller was daunting. But writing about faith wasn’t difficult at all; all of my stories have had some measure of my own sense of faith in them, though until now, it’s been very subtle. It’s a matter of degree. In The 13th Tribe, the spiritual-faith-supernatural elements have been ratcheted up a good bit.
The challenge was in making these things organic, natural to the story. I didn’t want anything to feel tacked on, but everything needed to flow from the characters and the plot. In other words, take away the faith part and the story crumbles. And I wanted the story to appeal to the kind of reader I am: I don’t want to be preached to; I don’t want to read a story where the world is sanitized and everything is oh so sweet because the characters believe in God. Bad things do happen to good people. I wanted to paint a realistic world that is both fallen and basking in the hope of glory.
The story itself was a bear to put together because of its complexities and that I wanted everything to feel organic, natural, but I didn’t think in terms of “this is what I have to do to make it a Christian story”; even though my previous novels found a readership among mainstream thriller fans—readers of James Patterson, Doug Preston, Vince Flynn—I’ve always felt there was a thread of Christianity woven throughout them, whether because my characters exhibited moral traits that have their roots in faith or the stories have faith-based elements; the main reason is that I wrote them and my stories will always reflect who I am, which is a lot of things, one of which is that I am a spiritual man.

10. Did you learn anything from writing The 13th Tribe and what was it?
Honestly, there are too many to list. Everyday I stumbled onto interesting fun facts. One was finding out that the brain actually undergoes a physical change during puberty that gives it the capacity to grasp adult concepts, to think like an adult. It’s not just time that matures us into adult thinkers. That factors into the way the immortal children think and behave.
Another one was the story of the Apostle John walking away from that vat of boiling oil, and that Jesus said about John, ‘If I want him to remain alive until I return, what is that to you?’” The two things taken together make you wonder.
I’ve always studied God’s word, always sought deeper understanding, but now, writing about it, I’m learning so much. To make these stories work, to make faith integral to the plots, I have to excavate theology like I never have before. And at every turn, I’m awed by His love for us, his tolerance and grace. We are so unworthy, but still, there He is with His arms wide open.

11. What inspired you to write The 13th Tribe?
Some time ago, I started thinking about vigilantism, frontier justice. I think most of us would say we’d do something to stop, for example, a child abuser, even if we have to go outside the law to do it (assuming all other recourses have failed). But what are the ramifications of that . . . to society? To our souls? It’s a scary door to open. The best way to examine a topic is to exaggerate it, or look at how it functions under extreme circumstances. I wanted to look at vigilantism that way: an exaggerated reason to be a vigilante . . . how far could you take it . . . what do you become if you practice it over a long period of time?
You can’t think too deeply about taking the law into your own hands, about hurting people before they can hurt others, without eventually getting around to thinking about the nature of forgiveness and grace. So now there’s God, filing off the edges of my story, shaping it into something bigger than it was before.
Also, my previous adult thrillers were heavy on action, adventure, and the fight between Good and Evil—but light when it came to acknowledging God’s influence in the world and in the lives of my characters. That was fine with me: Before embarking on each new story, I’d spend weeks fasting and in seclusion, praying for Divine guidance. And then I wrote the stories I believe God wanted me to tell in the way He wanted me to tell them.
As I prayed about the next adult thriller after Deadlock, I sensed God’s telling me it was time to go another direction, to take a new, bold stance in proclaiming His sovereignty in everything that happens. To rip down the veil and show His inextricable presence in all we experience—unreservedly and un-apologetically.
The result of all this became The 13th Tribe, which can be summed up in two words: Immortal vigilantes. But, really, it goes much deeper. It explores our struggle to grasp God’s holiness; our stubborn belief in “earning” God’s favor, though we know better; and how even our good intentions can be twisted when we insist on abiding by our own limited logic instead of God’s righteous wisdom. All of this in a story filled with action, cutting-edge technology, and complex characters—the kind of story I like reading myself.

12. What motivated you to become an author?
When I was 12, I read “I am Legend” by Richard Matheson. For about half the book, the main character, Robert Neville, tries to get a sick dog inside his home. When he finally does, he spends the night nursing and stroking the dog- he recalls the way things used to be. The last line of the chapter was: “In the morning the dog was dead.” Not only was the dog cool, its death was symbolic of the death of life as it had once been. I started crying, and I thought, “If words—only WORDS!—can make a pretty tough 12-year-old boy cry, I want to do that.”

I started crying, and I thought, “If words—only WORDS!—can make a pretty tough 12-year-old boy cry, I want to do that.”

13. Our lives have all been touched and challenged by various people.  Is there one person who has most influenced your life? your writing?
My mother, actually. She’s a natural storyteller. She can describe a great adventure out going to the store for milk. Her ability to describe locations and people in fascinating detail is incredible. I hope a bit of that rubbed off on me.
Regarding living a fulfilling life, I have my father to thank for that. He’s a man of high morals, which I’ve tried to live up to.

14. What are five songs that have recently been on your IPOD playlist?
“Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol
“Sail” by Awalnation
“Sub Lift” from the X-Men First Class soundtrack
“Sarabande Suite (Aeternae)” by Globus
“Bring Me To Life” by Evanescence

15. When writing have you ever come to deal with spiritual warfare or spiritual attacks?
More so while The 13th Tribe than any other novel. It seemed that everything went wrong, equipment malfunctions, crashes that obliterated days of work, personal issues that had to be handled. They were so frequent, weird, and severe that I started thinking I was being attacked. I figured I was on the right track, doing something that God wanted, and so drew the attention of those who oppose Him, so I just prayed a lot and buckled down and wrote with more determination.

16. What are two things people might be surprised to know about you?
First, probably that I’m as emotional as I am. Here I am, writing action thrillers, tough guy adventures; and personally, I shoot guns, do extreme sports . . . but I’ll tear up at Hallmark commercials. A break-up song can get me all choked up. When I see someone hurting, I want to hug them, to comfort them. But I think this aspect of my personality has helped me tell compelling stories. My good guys tend to be tough on the exterior, but fiercely in love and protective of their spouses and kids and people who can’t protect themselves. I have a lot of female readers, and I think it’s the undertone of love and justice and hope, the quality of my hero’s and heroine’s relationships that they relate to and appreciate.
The second thing . . . hmmm . . . maybe that I’m a frustrated musician. I love music, all kinds of music. I consider myself more of a storyteller than a novelist. The novel is just one medium for telling stories. Music is another. Years ago, I wrote a few songs that made it onto the albums of local bands. I loved it. I tried performing my own music, but I’m not as I wanted to be, and much as I tried, I didn’t improve much. So I went back to prose.

17. Can you describe your average writing day?  Do you have a set schedule, or just work like crazy when the “muses” strike?
Stephen King said, “Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us just get up and go to work.” That’s a philosophy I ascribe to. I research for months, then start writing, and when I do, I put in twelve, fourteen, even more hours everyday. I practice what’s called “immersion writing,” which means while I’m writing, I try to go deeply into the story and characters. I forget I’m writing, I’m there. When I look right, I don’t see what’s right of me, but what’s right of my character. It takes time to get there, to travel into that world, and the only way to get there is to commit to long stretches of writing.

18. Many writers are also avid readers.  Do you have any favorite authors?  If so, could you name a few?
Beside the ones I’ve already names, there’s Ted Dekker, Frank Peretti, Steven James, Tosca Lee, Eric Wilson, JRR Tolkien, CS Lewis, F. Paul Wilson, Tess Gerritsen, Michael Crichton, James Rollins, David Morrell, Steve Berry, Vince Flynn, Umberto Eco.

19. What motivates you to head to your keyboard every day?
Beside believing that this is what God wants me to do, I love my job and want to do it.

20. For writers who are married and have kids, how can they balance family/kids with writing?
It is a challenge, but what works for us is making it a family affair. My wife is my first reader and a great person to bounce ideas off of. My kids help at signings and with office duties. I try to take them with me when a travel of business. When I finish a book and when one comes out, we celebrate together. Because they’re so aware of what I do, why I do it, and what comes from the hard work, they’re very respectful of my writing time. It also helps to have scheduled time when I’m there for each of them, to do nothing but play or do something recreational or just be with them.

21. Do you have anything else that you would like to say to people?
I love to interact with readers. So if you have any comments or questions, write me. I’ll write back.


Created Ones Excerpt…

I just thought I would show you all an excerpt of something that I have been working on. This is an excerpt from “The Created Ones”

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It wasn’t a nightmare. He frantically jolted upward. Steam covered the window. Plumes of dark smoke seeped under the door. Rider started coughing as he stood up. The room was full of smoke now, which was making him wonder what chances of survival he had left.  The window was an option. He rushed to it, to find it tarred shut. The house was abnormally quiet. He wiped his sweat covered brow as he crouched out of the smoke to the ground. He could breathe now. Now was all that mattered, because it could change in mere seconds. CLANK, CLANK, CLANK. Echoes resound off the wooden floor, it almost sounds like a heavy set man walking. A shadow crossed through his peripheral vision, or at least he thought it was a shadow. But, when he looked in that direction he saw nothing. goosebumps shivered down his spine. An eerie bitter coldness consumed him to the core. Was he not alone in his room? Was he going to die in his smoke filled room? His mind filled with open ended questions that stole his hope of any escape. A noise he’d never forget interrupted his thoughts from looking any further for the shadow- bursting glass.
He covered his head with his arms while turning the opposite way as shards of glass from the window flew all over the room. Flames had now entered his room. The burning roared loudly in his ears. His bedroom door was smoldering black.  The cool, fresh air beckoned him. He reached for the opening and hoisted himself up and through. All around him- the night sky is blazing with orange fire on the horizon.
In any other situation it would have been an astonishing view. Only, now it made him angry. People rushing all around him, screaming for loved ones, crying children, while some had buckets of splashing water to try put out the burning houses. His family hadn’t known about the fire, it had crept upon them like a thief. But then to his surprise he heard a woman’s shriek from behind him. The left side of her face was completely burnt with red blisters.
“They came! We all need to run before they come and kill us all.” Rider watched the lady run in front of his house and across to the next property. Hmm… wonder what she was talking about? Or rather who… The plumes of fire swarming in the windows of his house caught his attention. He rushed up to the front door and reached for the door handle. His reflexes worked faster than his brain as he grabbed the handle. “Ouch!” he grabbed his hand and cradled it with his other. Aghh… I knew I shouldn’t have done that! But how am I going to get in there? My family is still in there and they could be alive!
In the distance he could see a group of about ten huge men carrying torches of fire and chanting with deep voices. Rider ducked around to the other side of the house where his sister’s room was located.The village of Rille was his home, and now it was engulfed in fire. He couldn’t see any of his family members outside. It was only him. Rider hastily ran toward his sister’s window, peering inside. He couldn’t see his sister. No one was in the room.
“Ebony!” hot tears dripped down his face as he imagined his little sister alone in her room with giant flames all around her. He pounded violently, on the side of the house, but no one could hear him. The next window looked into his mom and dad’s room. It was also consumed by flames, nothing could be seen. The smoke sediment on his face mixed with the tears rolling down his face- they burned. A conversation from the night before with his parents came up in his mind.
“What do you want to do now that you are done studying?” His Father asked.
“I’d like to help Grandfather with the trading and so I can see the world.”
“I am sure Dad would love your help,” his Mother smiled.
“Just remember to be careful wherever you go and not to trust everyone right away.” His Dad spoke
“Yes, I know Dad.”
At that moment he was annoyed, because everything his parents ever told him was always along the lines of “Just be careful!” or “Make sure you do this,” Or “Don’t do this!” Now, Rider knew his dad and mom loved him and that is why they told him those things, but at that moment he hadn’t wanted to hear it. The memory of his father smiling and nudging his shoulder disintegrated as he took his hand off the side of the house. Tears continued rushing down his cheeks, when the thought came that they were gone. He was alone in this giant world without anyone who loved him.
Rider slowly stumbled away from his house and collapsed on the ground. He dug his face into the dirt. Smoke and sweat covered his body and soaked his clothes. He was all alone, and everything seemed empty. He shook his face in the dirt, while screaming. No words came to him. All he could see in his mind were pictures of what he no longer had. It was almost like his brain was playing the taunting game, “Oh look at what you don’t have anymore! You are all alone! No one loves you!” At that moment his frozen heart shattered into small icy pieces. Each piece would take time and care to place back together. He looked up, not remembering how long his face was in the ground. A simmering coal timber house somberly greeted him. He couldn’t make out it was the house he loved so dearly, the one his parents raised him in. His family now sleeps in the scorched framework of a house for eternity. Slowly pulling himself up, dread filled his throat as he walked to the remains of the house. Inside the front door, once existed the cozy family room, which was full of life. It had been a bright room filled with light streaming through the windows. The once white washed walls were now singed black, as a slight breeze cooled the wall fragments, they peeled away in ashy crinkles to uncover the bare structure of the walls.
He would never forget this moment. No person ever forgets the moment they lose someone they love. Why did this happen? His mother’s sweet smile and wonderful personality danced in his mind. He felt his father’s love, and remembered his sister’s cute little eyes that sparkled like the stars and her golden locks of hair. Why did I survive and why do I have to live on?
Teary eyed with just the clothes on his back, he tip toed to the northern side of the village. The fire had consumed his whole neighborhood. He couldn’t see the big men who had been chanting and carrying blazing torches any longer so he started walking through a field that angled across to the road that would lead to the sea-port, Ville, where his grandfather lived. His grandmother died when he was young and a few years later Grandfather, Whick met Isabella, the pub owner, who used to be a gypsy, he was in love and could never leave Ville. If he wasn’t at the pub, he would be trading in and near the mountain villages. His Grandfather, knew the land well, like the back of his hand. He had taken Rider to the Flattimore Pub while he was a boy, that place was sketched in his memory forever as a happy place.
It was a rugged yet lovely atmosphere; lightly lit with warmth from the fireplace. Many people congregate at the Flattimore Pub, some are rough sailors, mountain men, and wandering gypsies. The beginning of Rider’s dreams of becoming an adventurer all took root in the Flattimore Pub, engrained itself into Rider’s dreams of being an adventurer, but he never imagined being thrown into an epic adventure in this sort of way. Everything he ever loved had just been wrenched from his life. There would be a few different words that he would use to describe himself: orphan, homeless, scared, and alone. Finally after walking for  awhile he saw the twinkling of kerosene lamps in the windows, it was not on fire. Rider kept walking toward Ville not knowing what to expect.

Devin Berglund©2012

3,000 words

Yes, today I feel like I conquered an entire army! I never thought in my lifetime that I would write about witches, but I proved myself wrong this week! I wrote about not only one but three. I really enjoyed it and I still have some things to add to the Witches chapter. This shall be interesting.

Tomorrow I will be posting who the winners are of my “October Nightmare” Writing Contest!!! I can’t wait to draw the light on these winners!!!!