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Monday, January 6, 2014

The Red Door Part Three (Of Four Parts)

I stare at the box; I've been doing this for hours. Gregory stands across the room searching for a key. I tried opening it, it didn't budge.

“Can’t you just lock pick it?” He says sighing.

“Does it look like I’m an expert?” I say pulling a few bobby-pins from my hair, I kneel next to it

Pushing the pins into the lock, I twist and turn digging it deeper into the metal. After a minute a small “Click” sounds. I place my hands on both corners looking back at my brother, he gives a nod. I open it, a small pile of old clothes sits dusty, a stack of books, a pair of old work shoes and another box without a lock. I open the box, old pictures are inside, I pick up the first one, a young girl about my age sits in a chair, a young man about my brother’s age stands above her.

I look closer… they look familiar; I look to my brother then to the picture then back again.

“Gregory…its…this will sound crazy but, it’s us.”

Gregory snatches the photo from my hands looking at it. I look back inside the large box, I move some things around and find a journal, every page is written in. “Winnie, what’s going on? What does this mean?”

I look to my brother, his face weaved with confusion. “Who are we really?” he asks

“Winifred! Gregory! Dinners ready!” Mom calls, her voice is cut off. I run to the door opening it, the hall is different, my room door is closed and newly painted. “Katherine! James! Supper is ready!” A man’s voice calls. I gasp closing the door “Gregory… I- I think we just went back in time” I utter. “Or maybe to, our real lives”.

I pick up the clothes that would fit me and my brother “I have an Idea”.

Click below for:
Part Four Of The Red Door

By the way, I entered the story to the website, now I have to wait!!

Sincerely,

A.C. Garbarino

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

HAPPY NEW YEAR! Plus, The Red Door Part 2 (of four parts)

Hello! Hope you've had a good last year, and wish you all a wonderful one ahead!

To kick off the New Year, I decided to give you Part 2 for The Red Door

Short story!

The Red Door

(Part 2)

I open the door, a simple room sits empty, the bleak walls and flooring grey, like an old pale moon. In the middle sits a large box, layers upon layers of dust sits atop it. I walk towards it hesitantly; my fingers graze the old cherry wood, engravings of forest scenes. “Gregory!” I shout pulling my hazel hair back nervously.

I hear my brother’s feet approaching. He pokes his head in “What is it Winnie-The-Pooh?” he asks stepping inside glancing at the box. (I hate the pet name he gave me)

“What is that?” he says mouth agape. “I don’t know genius” I reply standing up crossing my arms. Gregory carefully approaches it as if it was dangerous.
“Seriously, Gregory it’s a stupid box!”

“Winnie… do you have any clue what this is?”

“No, why should I…and why should you?”

“This is from my dream… a few nights ago…Winnie listen to me!” he yells

I snap out of a trance “What” I growl

“Open it”.

Thanks for reading and have a great rest of the day!

Sincerely,

A.C. Garbarino.

(Part three will be coming out next Tuesday the seventh)

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

My Book Writing Nook tour Part One

Hello! In this post you will see my wonderful-lovely-amazing-cozy bedroom!

Starting with my entryway/ side table

I have a picture of an illustrated owl, a clay owl I made, a pen and a pencil (for awakening ideas)

my clock/ipod charger.

and a little lamp.

My mom made this painting for me, its supposed to be me holding books,

and the quote is from The Book Thief.

Here is my Vintage Royal Typewriter from 1964, it has a lovely yellow color!

Over here is my desk, lets have a closer look!

A few journals, an adorable pencil-cup filled with (You got it!) pencils and pens

(Note the sonic screwdriver pen)

This is my electric typewriter,

its blue and loud (I don't mind)

This is my little white board

with word magnets!

Hello, Mr. Mark Twain!

My book plate packaging I got from

Anthropology

Typewriter paper weight.

My (Scratched up and dirty) Glasses

this is my first pair from a couple years ago.

Inside drawer #1

Pencils, scissors, notebooks and journals,

white board markers, highlighters, markers,

Sticky notes and a few lose papers.

Inside drawer #2

sticky notes, paper clips inside a Trader Joes green tea mint container,

different sized paper clips, clips, A cyberman head (his name is Handles)

pencil led, mockingjay pin, pencil sharpener, braclet, marble, spare earring, tack...

that was random, note thingy with crayon colors.

Inside drawer #3

Rough draft for last book in series, ink (from dad)

Mod Podge (Mom said she was looking for this)

Tape, pouch mom made for me, pencils and pens, a flower pen, loose papers and some bird creature (he is hiding under the mod podge)

In one of my cupboards lied organizing bins full of half full, empty or full notebooks,

files full of spare notes or stories I never finished or gave up on,

above lies a smash journal and a box full of things to put in it.

Thanks for coming!!!

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Sunday, December 29, 2013

The Red Door Part 1

Nobody would have believed me when I told I could travel through time with my brother

By going through a red door, at the end of the hallway, in my house.

I place the last box from the moving truck into my new room, I sigh looking around at the clutter of the room. My name is Winifred Gregory; I am Twelve years old and just recently moved to an old Victorian home. I walk over to the large bay window and sit in the nook. I look outside at the trees and the birds singing merrily. I look below; my father slams the moving trucks door and starts up the engine. My mother left me with my older brother (Now please do not chuckle or laugh at his first name) Gregory…Yes I know his full name is Gregory. P. Gregory.

I get up peeking down the hallway, to my right, and then to my left, I catch a glimpse of my brother banging his head listening to his “Totally Awesome” music. I tip-toe down the hall,

I try opening a door but it doesn't open, I go down the long hallway to the end, the door is painted a faded red. I knock on it, It slowly creaks open, I grab hold of the door knob; I look back at the bouncing shadow of my brother.