Dear Shell,
Time for another excerpt, even though it's only been a couple days. At my region's kick-off party last Friday, we all walked around with papers on our back for others to write plot ideas on to help each writer out when they hit a snag. I decided that the one idea just couldn't wait until i hit a snag, i needed to use it and work it in earlier.
Excerpt from "Hide Me (Hideaway Inn)":
Back to being her usual whirlwind of energy, Marie burst through the office door already talking up a storm without knowing for sure if Amanda was in yet or not. Several of her words penetrated the sleep fog that Amanda was in. Words like: Slime, creepy, strange, snails, unnatural.
Amanda sat up, rubbing her eyes. She said groggily, “Slow down. What or who is arriving? And what are they bringing?”
Marie took a deep breath then quickly repeated what she had been saying when she had come in to the office, “The were- snails are coming. They commissioned a miniature replica of the inn, identical to the Hideaway, down to the furniture. Although, I do not know if they know about the piano. Hm. I wonder if they will add that. Anyway, they said the Hunters or something like that are after them. They want to come to the Hideaway for sanctuary.”
“The Hunters respect our laws at the Hideaway. They hate it, but they respect it. They know we have the blessing of the Gods, and that all the magical community comes here to be safe.” Amanda was starting to realize just how serious things were getting outside of the safety of the inn. She wondered if maybe the notes were warnings from a Hunter, maybe it really did go back to Arabelle.
“What is with the miniature version of the inn though? That is just creepy.”
Amanda shook her head, trying to hold back the laughter. “They are were- snails. That means they are small creatures. I suspect the miniature version of the inn will be where they will spend most of their time, so they avoid being stepped on by other guests. I will need to find a safe spot for them to put the miniature where it will not disturb the other guests, and the were- snails will not be disturbed either.”
“I still say it is unnatural, Amanda. Were- snails? That is just, odd.” Marie said.
“You have been a part of the magical community for how long, and you still find things unnatural?” Amanda gave in to the laughter.
“I do not find most things unnatural. I take it all in stride. But seriously, snails?” Marie shuddered.
Amanda crossed over to her closet to see if she had any spare clothes stored there. Her voice was slightly muffled as she spoke from inside the closet, “You would be surprised just how much magic those little creatures contain. It is good that they are not our size, they would be too powerful, unstoppable.”
Marie moved to the office door and called back into the room, “Still. It is snails.” She shut the door behind her as she left.
Cleaning up the slime trails from the lobby floor,
Shell
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