Lucid Waking

Archive for July 9th, 2010

Secrets of the Blue House (3)

For those of you starting here, please read part one and part two before continuing.

        The two-story shops with apartments on top became houses spread apart. A few farms started popping up next to the houses if he had continued on the same main street, but upon turning onto Chestnut Street, the view remained the same. It stayed fairly monotonous until he turned onto Nottingham Street.
        Nottingham Street seemed as if it has stepped out of a Victorian fairy tale. The painted lady houses were in such bright colors it was as if a rainbow had fallen out of the sky and left its hues behind. Most of the mansions continued down the street to Nick’s left; those to the right were all dwarfed by a single house a block down the street. It sat in the middle of the block, but there were no other houses around it for miles. Nick wouldn’t say it was bright blue, but the sun made it seem a shade darker than the paint looked up close. The windows and walls were well kept, the porch was in tip-top shape and the pebbles in the driveway neatly smoothed and swept.
        Nick got out of his car and took in the house’s appearance. The house was wider than it was tall and the porch curved around one side of the house. While the front semi-circle driveway was better kept and obviously the preferred spot to park, there was a carriage trail leading next to the side of the house towards a garage and stable in the back. The rest of the grounds were mostly grass, with a few trees scattered here and there. There was a white picket fence blocking the main street from the lawn in front and far away, a hedge blocking the western edge of the property. The rest of the garden—if there was one—in back of the house was impossible to see.
        Nick stepped away from his car and made his way up the porch steps to the front door. The woman who answered it reminded Nick of a teddy bear: she had rosy, round cheeks underneath sparkling green eyes. Though she wasn’t smiling, there was a joyous curiosity about her so Nick couldn’t help but be polite when he greeted her.
        “Ah, yes. Mr. Fuentes. The Master said that you should be coming.”

Author’s note on post 391: Well, I’ve been recovering from getting my wisdom teeth removed, so I thought I’d use this time for more than computer games. And I’ve been writing. This is just part one of what I wrote today (part two will be published tomorrow), but it’s a lot more than my usual 10 minutes. In addition, I planned a lot, not necessarily about the plot–though I know where it’s going–but about the characters. So, I’ve been a busy bee and I feel a lot better having gotten work done.