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Thursday, July 17, 2014

Excerpt: Worst Week Ever

Welcome everyone to another big week on the Writer's Revolution. I am your host, the author of The Phoenix Blade, Andrew Hess. My guest this week takes her readers on a trip to the dark side. Welcome Angela Parker.

Worst Week EVER Excerpt

Chapter 1
One week ago, she had been on the run and she had gone as far as a car would take her from the life she had left behind. She had bought four cars on her trip and used a different name each time. Now she was Roslyn Buchet and she was putting down roots in her new town of Victoria. It was small, unassuming and perfect. Her tire just blew out, and as it happened she was out of town a bit and through the trees she saw the house that she was going to spend the rest of her life in. It was love at first sight.

She walked up the long gravel driveway and took in the sight before her. The house was large but not overly so, and there was a turret. Time had put a grayish tint on the otherwise red brick that made up the walls and the roof was covered in the most beautiful weather worn tin shingles, which was a feature she had never before seen.

She walked up the steps to a solid concrete porch to the most massive oak door that she had ever seen. The door was covered in a carving of grape vines and in the center was a bell with a dainty chain. As she rang the bell the door creaked open. Apprehensive at first she hesitantly stepped inside. Her curiosity was too great to not explore just a little bit. She had stepped into a large foyer with a green marble floor and overhead was a beautiful chandelier that must have had thousands of tiny beads scattering light over her surroundings. Roslyn called out for someone, but didn’t receive an answer. Thinking that she had intruded too badly she turned to go and the door slammed in her face before she could leave.

Frightened and stunned she backed up a few paces, and then moved to try the door. Unable to open it she shook her wits and turned to find a side exit. She moved to the parlor area and was admiring the d├ęcor when she spotted the house’s occupant. She stopped abruptly and let out a blood curdling scream.

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