Writing Prompt: #1 Haunted House

Hide and Seek

A Haunted House by Kitty Dew

The children darted through a clustering of yards known as Long Vista, a throwback neighborhood, intimate and almost urban. It had been Nina French’s turf since the year before when her Mother, freshly liberated from her clueless husband, moved the two of them into a small two bedroom Cape on Kline Street. Today Nina was trying to hide. She knew Marky Guildstein was an exceptional seeker and right now he was “it”. Time to risk it, she thought, push the boundaries of the game, like her Dad had said once. She had immediately started down Huddleston Road, the outlet to the rural sprawl of town, when she remembered the old Knowles house. There it sat as if some spiny weed sprouted from the blackest earth. Five gables and one crooked conical spire with a nautical port window from which it was told the specter of Spencer Knowles waited still for his children to return. Nina felt at once emboldened: in part by Marky whom, she’d promised herself she would finally defeat; in part by a new feeling, a funny pressure that seemed to draw her nearer to the murky and decrepit edifice bordering the sanctuary of Long Vista. There was no creaky gate for Nina to push open, instead she pushed one open in her mind. She tiptoed over the sunken slate walkway that led to the Knowles front porch. Here she paused, What if the steps aren’t safe, if they collapse, or maybe some family of rabid raccoons are swarming around in there just waiting for someone like me to jump on with their sharp claws. But it was as if the house itself took hold of her hand and with the kind caress of a maiden aunt saw her in through the jagged yaw of the forgotten threshold. Stepping into the darkness, Nina French considered herself hidden, not even Marky Guildstein would find her now.

© 2014 Michael Jones

Writing Prompt: #1 Haunted House

Cruel Summer

little green plastic army men
little plastic army men

Hunched over the vat of used motor oil, Scotty and Osman watched intently as a black ant struggled to escape its unforgiving viscosity. The doomed insect slowly sank and the boys, cousins, regarded each other, their mouths describing rubbery toroids. Scotty was a bit awed by his older relative from Yonkers and Osman was grateful, happy in the July heat, to be amid the freshly mowed grass and tree forts of the Jersey suburbs. “Go get another one, wait… make it two” Osman directed “We’ll sink them together.” Later Scotty sacrificed some of his plastic army men to the crush of unsuspecting car tires along the main road that fronted his parents home. His mother chastised the boys for this, “…and your father bought you that set for Christmas,” she’d added. The boys chuckled as they inspected the maimed green figures. During a July heat wave when he was 23, a motorcycle crash took Osman’s life. Broken bits lay littered across a tarred and shimmering landscape in Westchester county. He and Scotty were never as close as during that one week when they were young and free and unencumbered; the one they spent together in New Jersey, when it was enough to simply be boys with supreme power over ants and army men.

© 2014 Michael Jones

Cruel Summer

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To Be Read

Just received an ARC of The Dog by Joseph O’Neill
The Dog by Joseph O'Neill
From the author of Netherland comes this darkly comic tale of a New Yorker who sets out for the desert Shangri-la of Dubai where he embarks on an unusual and marginalizing vocation. There has been a lot of hype for this one.

To Be Read

To Be Read

I just received this ARC of The Goddess of Small Victories written by Yannick Grannec and translated by Willard Wood.

advanced reading copy of the Goddess of Small Victories by Yannick Grannec

It’s about Anna Roth, the daughter of Princeton professors, who attempts to befriend and gain the trust of Adele Gödel,The widow of notable mathematician, Kurt Gödel.

To Be Read