My Storytelling Mind

"I'm telling you, there is no bus coming," said Freya. She leaned back on the low wall where they sat. Tish glanced at her and adjusted the bandana over her mouth. After a moment, she gestured toward the still standing bus sign.  "It says every half hour on Saturdays," Tish repeated for the third time in the past hour.  "Tish, there is no bus. We should move on," Freya said and, with a sigh, hopped down off the wall.  Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: iishke , DeviantArt

"You just couldn't wait to start a bloody street fight, could you?" she whispered, glaring at him as they stormed to their car. "Just couldn't wait ‘til morning, could it?"  "You don't know what you're saying," he replied, opening the car door for her. She paused, showing him her arms.  "Dirt, Thomas, and the beginning of multiple bruises. You know where I got them?" she asked. He started a reply but she continued. "From you, Thomas. Your hands did this because you  wouldn't listen."  "You got in the way, Tess - I didn't mean to hurt you," he replied and gently stroked her arm.  "I know," she said and slid into the car. "You never do." Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Claire Hummel

She hadn't aged physically, all of her youthful beauty had remained, but the years had drained much of her spirit - her enthusiasm, her excitement, and her passion had faded under the pressure of time; she always thought nothing would break her, yet here was the evidence against her.  Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: The Sarcastic Muse

He passed a hand through the sunlit dust, the first natural light he had seen in weeks, and marveled at how pale his skin seemed in the bright light. It almost made him laugh thinking about how seriously he took tanning before all this had happened. He sighed, putting his arm down again, and tried to guess what time it was and how long it had been since he spoke to another human soul. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo:  lediogo , Tumblr

"What do you see now?" the doctor asked. Nick glanced around, clutching to a thick rope he believed to be real. He looked down and immediately regretted it. "What do you see?"  "The ship is sinking. And below me... It's like the ocean is angry, angrier than I've ever seen," he added.  "Now open your eyes, and tell me what you see."  Nick looked around again, sitting up on the couch. "I'm in your office, again."  "Do you know why you're here, Nick?" asked the doctor.  "Because what I saw isn't real, Doctor," Nick replied, lying back.  Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Larry Rostant

He knew no one would believe him as he watched her cauldron foam in the clearing before him. He considered trying to get closer but the rose bushes surrounding her had thorns like he had never seen. After several gashes across his arms, he thought of running back, telling someone to get help or at least grab a camera. But it wouldn't be believed. There was nothing he could do but watch.  Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Rockall, DeviantArt

"Is twelve really necessary?" he remembered the guard asking him as they shut her cell.  "You clearly don't know her if you're asking that," he had responded.  But even he had clearly underestimated her. He gazed around the now empty cell, the window bars bent and a neat pile of twelve open handcuffs sitting on the vacant bed.  Find this blurb on Pinterest !

"Remember me to one who lives there," warbled the girl as her fingers danced over the ivory keys. "She once was a true love of mine. Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme."  "Piper," her aunt called, coming down the stairs.  A sour note echoed through the house as Piper scrambled to shut the piano lid before her aunt could see her playing.  Her aunt bustled in, hardly looking at her as she finished putting in an earring. She looked over the couch and under some of the tables, before finally looking at the girl on the piano stool. " What are you looking for, Aunt Emmeline?" Her aunt sighed, took hold of the girl's arm, and dragged her into the living room.  "No music, Piper," her aunt scolded and then straightened her blouse. "You stay out of the music room while I'm at work." Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Flickr

"Something's wrong with me," she said as he came into the room. The plants all around them were in various states of decay, only a couple remaining strong.  "Nothing's wrong with you," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Sometimes plants don't like being inside."  "Plants don't just decide to die, Austin," she cried, nearly dropping the fern she was nursing. Her voice shook as she steadied herself. "That's just not how it works. Not for me." Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Emily Katz photographed by Michael J. Spear.

This is the fourteenth post in a series leading up to the premiere of Netflix's 'A Series of Unfortunate Events' on January 13, 2017. The series will cover each of the 13 books and 'Lemony Snicket: The Unauthorized Autobiography.' Be warned: there are spoilers ahead. The autobiography was released before the ninth book in the series, The Carnivorous Carnival . Although it's declared "unauthorized," it is in fact officially and takes us on a journey to learn about our ever-vigilant author and the mysterious VFD organization. Made of compiled facsimile documents, clippings, and blurry photographs, this book does answer some questions ASOUE series readers would have. Unfortunately, the book also brings up a whole new medley of questions. We get glimpses of events in the pasts of several adults in the series, and some explanations for actions they took that were previously incomprehensible. The autobiography also explains the eye tattoo, so wel

Through the patterned window on the door, he could see Cassie bounding down the stairs, her brown curls bouncing with her.  "Hi, Skip," she said, stepping out onto the porch. "What's up? Couldn't you wait 'til class tomorrow?"  "No," he replied, and hugged her.  "Are you okay?" she asked, hugging him back.  He pulled away and kissed her softly, taking her by surprise. Before she could properly react, he had bolted off the porch and disappeared down the street.  Find this blurb on Pinterest !

"I know," Leo replied, meeting her eyes for the first time since the meeting started. The empty room pressed against them and she looked away to peruse the maps spread across the table.  She paused, looking up at him again. "I don't know if I can say yes again."  "I'll understand if you don't," said Leo, solemnly. "But I very much hope you will."  Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Nardy

“I’m with him. For better or for worse,” Mrs. Randolph said, moving to the other side of the table. Victor pulled the folders from his satchel, but she ignored them.  “He’s been hiding the truth from you, Mrs. Randolph,” Victor said, gesturing to the files. “You don’t know what he’s done.”  "Did you think I married him without knowing exactly who he was?" she asked, smiling at him.  "Mrs. Randolph, you must know none of this will end happily, least of all for your husband," Victor cried, tossing the files onto the table before her. "Look at the papers. Look at the pictures. Memorize the faces and the names. Look at your husband's list of the dead!"  Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: (c) Burn Notice

The Rats, a gang with an affinity for chains and the color yellow, controlled this side of town, west of the train tracks and east of the river. Yet, whenever Amelia walked the tracks with Tara, the Rats were sure to keep their distance. The same went for the Cobras, on the west end of the river; the Skull Squad, characterized by red skull tattoos; and the Coyotes, from State Street to Vulture Avenue.  Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Promptuarium

She watched them from the window; if they had known she was there, they wouldn't have decided to spend the night in her haunted house. She had to laugh at their awkwardness, standing on her lawn as if the house would eat them upon their entrance.  Keeping her eye on them, she made her way through the puddles and plants of the hall until she could watch them come into the entrance hall.  Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: .:Her Secret Place:. (c) Photo Manipulation Collaboration, DeviantArt .

Juliet wavered slightly on the edge of the shelf as she reached up to one of the high shelves for some of the larger, more interesting volumes. These were the books worth reading, she knew; that was the only reason he would put them so far. She reached further, shuffling her feet over on the slippery, polished wood. Her fingers grazed a particularly extravagant volume, she stepped forward. In the next instant, she slid from the shelf with a crash, a scream, and several heavy volumes.  Find this blurb on Pinterest !

She waded out into the garden pond, eyes fixed on the fading paper floating among the lily pads. Ignoring the soaking of her gown, she bent over the paper, squinting at the disappearing ink. With little luck, she carefully scooped up the page with both hands, cradling it as she made her way out of the water, back to her panicking lady-in-waiting. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: The Lost Letter (c) Photo Manipulation Collaboration, DeviantArt

This is the thirteenth post in a series leading up to the premiere of Netflix's 'A Series of Unfortunate Events' on January 13, 2017. The series will cover each of the 13 books and 'Lemony Snicket: The Unauthorized Autobiography.' Be warned: there are spoilers ahead. The Baudelaires and Olaf shipwreck on an island, where the siblings are welcomed by a girl named Friday; Olaf is shunned. Island facilitator Ishmael takes in the Baudelaires and introduces them to the island's strangely oppressive customs, which the siblings secretly defy. Kit Snicket and the Incredibly Deadly Viper also wash up on the shore, and Olaf attempts to pass himself off as Kit to the islanders. For the first time in the entire series, the adults see right through his terrible disguise. Eventually, the children (for holding "contraband" items) and Olaf are kicked out of the community. However, the Baudelaires discover Ishmael's hypocrisy, in addition to his corruption an

He glared at her. "It doesn't matter now," he insisted and turned back to the machine they were attempting to fix. "Sid," Violet said, grabbing the wrench from his hands. "Violet, it's over. Finished. I can't change that ending any more than you can by talking about it," Sid said and took the wrench back. "Now, are you gonna help me with this, or not?" She sighed but eventually decided to leave, slamming his toolbox shut with frustration. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Edit by Leah Stiff.

She could see the sun rising, just barely through the thin spaces before her. She squeezed through, ignoring the scrapes, until the spaces become too small and she was forced to watch the sun rise over the waves that she could see only with squinted eyes. It was the first time in the entire misadventure that she really felt her hope begin to fade. Find this blurb on Pinterest !

"It has to be him," Cora shouted over the extreme gusts of wind. She slammed on the gas, jerking Isa and Thea in the back seat. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Thea asked, eyeing the electric storm with serious doubts. "It's the only way," Cora replied, wincing at the tires’ screech as she pulled off the freeway onto a dirt road. To the center of the storm, she whispered, "I'm coming, Allen." Find this blurb on Pinterest !

She must have passed out after the bonfire, she thought, as she sat up in the sand. It took her a minute or two, after determining her friends had indeed left her, before she realized that she could see much too far at this time of night. She slowly looked up, nearly blinding herself looking at the electricity above her. "Oh my God," she whispered, cautiously trying to move out of underneath it; it followed her, almost humming as it moved. After a few more gasps of breath and careful squints, she realized that it was, in fact, two swirling electric nebuli, caught up in a mystical dance that made her hair stand on end. But that could have been from the static. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Tasha Marie, Flickr