Where It All Went Wrong | 15

“We need to leave.”

Sullivan was out the door before Lucy even had time to finish her toast. She rolled her eyes, pushing off the counter and following him out. “You should probably eat,” she mumbled after stuffing the rest of the bread in her mouth.

“I’ll grab something at the bookstore.” He walked a bit slower this morning, allowing her to keep up at a normal pace, but his eyes didn’t stay in one place for long. It was nearly six in the morning and the city hadn’t quite woken up yet. Lack of people meant lack of cover.

The hybrid bookstore-coffee shop was a few streets down from Lucy’s apartment—her apartment being the corner between it and her shop. She had walked by it a few times to get to the bakery next door, but had never thought about stepping inside. She probably should have as research for her own little shop, though she wasn’t quite sure if she’d ever get the chance to revive it.

The trip over was quiet, with the lack of people bustling around missing and only the chirping of birds to fill the silence. Lucy stayed so close to Sullivan, her arm brushed against the rough fabric of a flimsy backpack slung on his shoulders.

When they came up to the store, Sullivan pulled back. He lightly held her arm. “We don’t have any connections here, so we need to act like normal customers. Look around, pull out different books, get coffee, but don’t look like you’re actually looking for something.”

Lucy nodded and grabbed his hand off her arm. She smirked and laced their fingers. “Normal,” she mused and pulled him inside. She just wanted to see more of Sullivan, any sort of reaction that wasn’t angry. She peered over her shoulder and saw his face relax. That would do for now.

The store smelt of fresh coffee and old paper. There was only one other person in there besides the two workers. It was an old woman and she was reading by the window.

Lucy went straight to the counter. It was earlier and a coffee would do her well. Sullivan came up behind her and added a breakfast sandwich to her order for himself. He continued their cover of an early morning couple with ease. Lucy deemed he was a good actor. Not a trace of anguish was left on his face.

After paying, she grabbed her coffee and put it to her lips. It was a wonderful way to start the morning. She wandered toward the bookshelves that lined the far half of the store. They stood all the way up to the ceiling. There were a lot of books to rifle through.

Sullivan started towards the windows, so Lucy walked to the back. The books seemed to be in order by genre and then author, but her common sense told her that the one they were looking for wouldn’t follow the rules.

Her fingers brushed the bindings as she went down to the end. She could barely reach the shelf second from the top and had no hope of stretching all the way up. Fortunately, the book was huge and would stick out.

Or so she thought.

Three shelves later and still no book and now she was back to back with Sullivan. Lucy ran her fingers through her hair. “It’s not here.”

Sullivan glanced around. No one else had come in since they’d been there. “Keep looking.”

She held in a groan, but moved to the next shelf, the one he had already checked, while he moved on to the one that she had already checked. She was beginning to think they got played, so she spent more of her time looking out the window then through the books.

The crowd had started to pick up as it usually did on a weekday morning, though surprisingly most rushed right past the shop. She would have thought this would be a prime spot for that running late coffee. While musing over the thought, Lucy failed to notice the bright white suit closing in and when she finally did, he were just a cross walk away.

She jumped in her spot and ran to the back. “Sullivan!” she whispered.

He had his arm stretched up all the way to the top of the book shelf and pulled down an old, dusty book.

Lucy’s face dropped. “Seriously? I looked there,” she mumbled.

He gave a half smile and shoved it into his backpack. “What did you need?”

Her eyes widened. “White suit guy is outside.”

The front door dinged and they froze in their spots or rather Lucy did until Sullivan pulled her to the far wall. They snuck down the rows to the corner, hiding behind the large shelf ends. The man from WDS was at the counter ordering. All they had to do was stay close to the shelf by the windows and sneak out the front door.

It was easy until they met the old lady sitting at a table, slightly blocking the aisle, but before either of them could say a thing, she turned around and winked. She stood up and pushed her chair in, grabbing her cane and walking to the side of the man farthest from the door.

“Excuse me, sir,” she said, touching his arm, “this is an awfully beautiful suit. Where in the world did you get it?” She met his gaze, which was now away from the front door.

Lucy’s mouth parted slightly. “She’s distracting him.”

Sullivan took the miracle as it came and ushered her out, following closely behind. His pace sped up as they rounded the corner.

“I thought you said you didn’t have any connections there.” Lucy was almost jogging to keep up.

He led them down an alley. “We don’t.”

“You don’t know who that was?”

On the other side, the street was more crowded and they easily blended in with the crowd. Her apartment was just another block down.

“No.”

They slowed their pace, weaving between people, but keeping a low profile. Lucy concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. Too many thoughts ran through her head that if she didn’t, she’d head face first into the concrete.

They made it to her apartment a few minutes later.

“You sure they won’t try and break in?” Lucy asked while locking and dead bolting her door.

Sullivan was double checking the windows and pulling the blinds. “They’ve never gone into anyone’s home before. We think it has something to do with their timeline. They don’t want to screw up what they have in the future.”

There wasn’t much reassurance in his voice. It sounded like he was reading off a script. He saw the effect that it had, or didn’t have, on Lucy and sighed, walking over to her. “We’ll be okay. I’ll call Piper. If we don’t make it back tomorrow, she’ll send help.”

Lucy tried to smile, she really did, but the heavy feeling grew from the pit of her stomach to her heart. She stepped away and took a deep breath, but her eyes landed on the discarded backpack on the floor.

This was going to be one hell of a night.


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Where It All Went Wrong | 13

“Sullivan, cool it.”

Lucy groaned, letting her head fall into the cushions of her couch. He had not stopped pacing since they found the hidden staircase in the blueprints of her shop.

“We just need to wait a little longer,” she tried again. He ignored her, continuing his pacing with his eyes on the front window. “I don’t want my dad near this.” Her words fell soft and Sullivan’s steps slowed.

He walked over to her and sat down, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Did you text him?”

Lucy sighed in relief. His constant movement was making her anxious. “He’s not great with his phone, but yes. When he texts back saying he’s at home, we can go.”

Sullivan nodded and his face smoothed out from his normally angered state. He looked much younger to her. It was nice and she averted her gaze at the thought, feeling a slight warmth creep up her neck.

Much to his relief, and honestly her’s too, Lucy’s phone went off just a few minutes later. Sullivan was on his feet before she could even read the text.

“And what if that wasn’t my dad?” she questioned as they walked out the door.

He shrugged. “Then I guess we’d have to sit back down, huh?” A ghost of a grin cracked onto his face and she realized it was the first lighthearted thing to come out of his mouth since they met.

She smiled and followed him to her shop without an ounce of hesitation. It was a quick trip, specially since Sullivan was practically running. She was pretty sure he had lost his cool, but maybe he had already checked for the enemy. Either way, once they got to the shop, they both ran to the corner she had found the book.

Sullivan began knocking on the walls with his ear against it. “If it sounds hollow, it’s the staircase.”

Lucy nodded and followed suit. They knocked high and low, starting in the corner and moving out. Nothing sounded hollow.

“What if it’s the floor?” she asked. The building barely stretched any farther towards the woods. It would make sense that the stairs would start under the floorboards and not in the walls.

Sullivan nodded. “It probably won’t sound hollow then, but it should sound different.”

They both fell to their knees, knocking on the floorboards to find any sign of the hidden staircase.

“Here!” Sullivan’s low voice echoed through the room. Lucy shot up and looked for something to break the floor. Of course, there was nothing.

 

“There was a crowbar in the hidden room,” he said and darted off, coming back with a very old and dusty piece of black metal.

Lucy narrowed her eyes. “Are you sure that’s a crowbar?”

He shrugged. “It’s going to work like one either way.” He stabbed it underneath one floorboard and pulled it up in one go.

“Okay,” she nodded, “you got it.”

He pulled a few more up, dust and grime coming with it. The floors were one thing Lucy hadn’t gotten to cleaning and the neglected dust leaked through between the boards, gathering on a trap door.

She paused, looking up at Sullivan. The both froze before ripping open the small door. The hinges squeaked in protest, but it opened much easier than they had thought. It wasn’t even locked.

Underneath was the sketchiest set of stairs Lucy had ever seen. She moved to the first one and took a step.

Sullivan held her back. “I’m going first.” He didn’t wait for a response.

“It’s my store,” she mumbled, following him down. She stayed close to his back and her hands trailed the dirt walls to give her some sort of stability.

It was dark and dusty. Sullivan held out his phone as a flashlight. Random sized planks of wood held up the walls, leaving patches of crumbling dirt between. It was not safe.

They walked for what seemed like a long time to Lucy, but the lack of light and space could have gone to her head. Finally, Sullivan turned to her. He held his arm, gesturing her to stand next to him. The tunnel had ended and their feet were at the corner of another trap door.

Lucy met Sullivan’s look with a grin and they bent down to open another mystery. They brushed of the dirt to uncover the entire wooden door. It was much larger than the one in her shop. Sullivan reached over to open it, but stopped.

They heard voices.

Lucy whipped her head around, squinting into the darkness. She couldn’t see anything. Worried, she grabbed onto Sullivan.

He put a finger to his lips and pointed to the trap door. The voices were coming from underneath. Slowly, as to not make any noise, they leaned down as close as they could get.

Not many words could be made out. It didn’t sound like the people below were that close, but Sullivan and Lucy didn’t move a muscle. They needed to hear something.

Turns out they didn’t need to wait very long at all.

“Lucy Lexington seems to have finally joined them, Sir. We don’t have much time.”

Lucy held her breath. It was a woman’s voice, but nothing followed.

A few moments later, she spoke again with strained words. “I know, Sir, but we can’t affect the timeline like that.”

She was on the phone. It took a little longer for her next response. “I understand. I’ll get a team together.”

When he realized the conversation was over, Sullivan pulled Lucy up and she let him guide her the entire way out of the tunnel. Her eyes were glazed over, staring at everything and nothing.

In the shop, Sullivan took her shoulders. “Hey, we don’t know what she was talking about.”

Lucy blinked a few times to get her vision back in focus. “We can say that if we want,” she said, feeling tears line her eyes, “but we both know how bad that sounded.”

Sullivan did nothing to disagree. In fact, he decided ignored it all together. “Lucy, this is good. We found the WDS. We know a way in. We’re one step closer.” He noticed her lack of enthusiasm. “Let’s just get back, okay? Piper and Enzo need to hear this.”

Lucy stared at him. She assumed he was trying to take her mind off the very clear danger that lie in the future. It wasn’t working, but she nodded. For once, she was eager to get back. She knew that deep in the woods, inside that village, she’d be safe.


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Where It All Went Wrong | 10

“I’m going to…” Lucy stumbled over her feet and pointed to the door. She left the house with all eyes on her. Whether it was information overload or the fact that she might actually believe them, fresh air was needed.

It was dark outside. The only light was from the moon that flitted in through the ceiling of leaves. Lucy had no idea where to go, but she didn’t care. From the front steps, she took a hard left.

She followed a path of uneven stepping stones that cut through the grass lawn. It wrapped around to the back of the house and ended far enough away that Lucy deemed it a great spot to drop.

The stones had led her to a rather large pond with subtle, yet beautiful landscaping around the edge and through the middle. Lucy sat crossed-legged at the edge of the water and took a deep breath, letting it out in a noisy sigh.

She closed her eyes, added a few more deep breaths, before giving up with a groan and falling on her back. She stayed like that for a long time. The grass beneath her had grown cold and damp. A chill had little bumps raised on her arms, but she didn’t bother moving, even when a voice broke the silence.

“You look cold.”

Lucy squinted in the dark. A dark figure stood above her, blocking the only light from the moon. From the moody tone, she made a not-so-wild guess on her visitor. “A nice man would offer me his jacket.”

Sullivan sat down next to her. He didn’t offer.

Holding back a scoff, she sat up and they both stared over the water.

“I,” Sullivan scratched the back of his neck. “I know this is a lot. It always is the first time.” He quickly glanced at Lucy. “You are a big part of this. You can’t turn away.”

Lucy could have laughed. She wasn’t sure if that was a pep talk, attempt at persuasion, or Sullivan being nice. She did know that he sounded the same as always—angry.

They sat for a few more moments. A soft breeze chilled the air and filled the awkward silence. Lucy thought about all of her questions, the endless ones about her future self, the ones about her family, her real family, and the ones about this village and the people in it.

She shook her head and stood up, brushing off her jeans. She waited for Sullivan to stand up and she followed him back to the house. When they walked inside, the soft chatter stopped.

Lucy wrung her hands together. All eyes were on her. She shrugged off the nerves. “I’ll help.”

A collective sigh of relief settled in the room. A couple smiles grew. Piper walked up and brushed Lucy’s hair behind her ear.

“Thank you,” she said and then paused with a loving look. “We’ll start in the morning.” She turned around and clasped her hands. “Sullivan, why don’t you have Lucy stay in your guest room. It’s much too late to bring her home.”

The two froze at the suggestion. Piper noticed and knocked Sullivan on the shoulder. “Get to it, Sully,” she left the room, “and lock the door on your way out!”

The other men had already left the room, leaving Sullivan and Lucy alone, the latter’s eyes darting across the room until she heard another slap of the screen door.

Sullivan had left her.

Her shoulders dropped. “Really,” she muttered and ran out after him. She was all the way down the steps when she realized she had to lock the front door. She actually did run to catch up to him after that.

His house was close and he waited for Lucy on the porch. It surprised her a little, but not as much as when he held the door open for her. It showed on her face and he shrugged in response.

The house was the same as Piper’s, small, cozy, and simple. Sullivan pointed across the room. “Bed’s made up in there. I’ll wake you in the morning.” He left without another glance.

Lucy sighed and walked to her room for the night. She plopped down on the bed—the only piece of furniture—and looked to the ceiling.

What was she getting herself into?


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Where It All Went Wrong | 9

Outside, Sullivan motioned Lucy to stay close behind him. “Act casual.”

Lucy held in a snort. There was nothing casual about the situation. As soon as she looked behind them, people dressed to perfection in white suits were on their tail. “I think we’ve got to move a little faster than casual.” She tugged on his jacket.

Sullivan swore under his breath and grabbed her hand. “Don’t let go.” He started running. Lucy started stumbling.

She quickly got in the rhythm of the run and held tight to his hand. That was something she could listen to. She’d rather not get left behind.

Once they reached the woods, Sullivan pulled them into the brush. He put a finger to his lips and slowly pulled her forward, hunched over to blend in with the trees. The sudden cautiousness had Lucy worried, so she followed suit with no question.

To focus on not freaking out, Lucy stared at her feet. One step at a time. One foot in front of the other.

And then a bright blue flash of light hit a tree in front of her. It shattered the bark.

She freaked out.

Sullivan tugged her away, darting through trees, jumping over brush, and dodging through branches. There were more than enough scratches on them by the time he toppled over her into the dirt.

“What the f—?”

“Quiet,” Sullivan whispered in her ear. He was using his forearms to hold his weight above her. “The blue lights are bullets. It hits you, you’re dead.”

“Yeah, I got that when it destroyed a freaking tree.” Lucy mumbled into the dirt she was practically inhaling.

Sullivan slowly moved off of Lucy, but stayed on his knees. “We need to keep moving. The sun is going down fast. It’ll help.”

Lucy shook her head but pressed herself up. “I’m going to die.”

He ignored her and pointed ahead. If they stayed low to the ground and moved at a slow pace, the brush would hide them.

At least that was the theory.

A few feet down and more blue lights hit above them. Pieces of bark flew over their bodies.

“Sullivan.” It was the first time Lucy had said his name and it strained her throat. She was not happy.

He looked over at her. “We need to run.”

“Are you insane?” Lucy’s eyes were saucers.

Again, he shook off her words, looking through the branches and leaves that hid them. “Now.”

Before anymore complaints could leave her mouth, he grabbed her wrist. Though she wasn’t exactly ecstatic about the decision, this time she was prepared and was hot on his heels. Their run was accompanied by many more shots of blue light. The only saving grace was the night had fallen. They just needed to find somewhere to hide.

Sullivan made an abrupt stop and threw Lucy in a hole, hopping in behind her. It was rock, like a cave, and narrow, but deep. They shuffled all of the way back and sat in silence.

It was hard for Lucy to decipher between the breeze that moved the leaves and the footsteps that moved the dirt. For the first time, she put trust in Sullivan to know which was which.

After several long moments of intensely squeezing her eyes shut, Lucy watched horrified as Sullivan made his way out in the open. Her heart beat sped up as he gestured her to come out. She shut her eyes one last time. “You can do this,” she whispered.

It was dark and it was quiet. Lucy was almost certain they were out there, but she let Sullivan lead her through the forest and somehow they made it back to the gate-like trees. When they came out into the village on the other side, Lucy stopped walking.

“What the hell was that?” she asked.

Sullivan was a few steps ahead of her. He stopped, looked up to the sky, and turned around. “That was the WDS, you know the bad guys you gave the book to. We try to defeat them, they try to kill us. Welcome to the rebellion.” His words were laced with sarcasm, but she knew they were the truth.

“Why did they just leave?”

He smiled, but it was far from friendly. He was annoyed. “They don’t know the woods and they know we’ll be back out. It’s timing for them.”

“What?” Lucy couldn’t make sense of anything that came out of his mouth. She ran a hand through her hair and looked back at the exit. Her bed sounded great right now.

“You’ll get your answers from Piper and Enzo. Let’s go.” He didn’t wait for a response and Lucy had no interest in catching up to him. She walked at her own pace and entered the house she was in yesterday a few moments after him.

Her arms were crossed and she didn’t break, even when she saw the worried expressions of Piper and Enzo. “What is going on? You—you can trust me.” Her composure faltered a bit at the end. She hoped it was believable because without really thinking about it, she knew she needed to be here.

Piper nodded once. “You might want to sit for this.” She pointed to the couch that had one side preoccupied by a grumpy bodyguard—at least that’s what it looked like at this point. She sat on the other side.

“WDS is an organization created from the top most scientific achievers. They have breakthroughs monthly, makes billions yearly, and no one can stop them.” Piper sat down across from her.

Lucy opened her mouth to speak, but the older woman held up a hand. “Please let me say all I have to say,” Piper said. With a nod, she continued. “You haven’t heard of WDS because they don’t exist yet. They are from the future.” She eyed Lucy, but she still held her curious, though terrified expression, so Piper kept going.

“Time travel is their main breakthrough in the future. That is how they are here now and why they haven’t wiped us out yet. There are rules to follow if they want to go back to a time where they are in charge.”

Enzo leaned on the back of the chair Piper was sitting in. “You are connected somehow to their story,” he added. “First it was the book, but the fact that they are still after you tells us you still hold power over them. That’s why we need the book, to find out why.”

Lucy rubbed her eyes and rested her chin in her hands, her elbows on her knees. “What is this book?”

“You wrote it.” Enzo sighed. “Somehow a team of so-called rebels figured out how to send items back in time. Every one here has had some type of note sent back to them from their future selves or family. Piper received a list of all those people. It’s how we were able to create this village.”

“The book is your item,” Piper said. “Your future self sent it back in time to tell you how to stop the WDS.”

“Why would I know that though?” Lucy leaned forward in her seat, meeting the eyes of those in front of her. They didn’t look promising.

“Look,” Sullivan spoke from beside her. She had almost forgotten he was there. “All we know is that you’re the reason the WDS started.”

Lucy’s eyebrows furrowed together. “But I don’t even like white,” she mumbled.

He looked her straight in the eye, causing a shiver to run down her back. “You started it. You can stop it.”

Shit.


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Where It All Went Wrong | 7

“I definitely did not write the book.” Lucy stood facing the  group, Piper, Enzo, and Sullivan, from the village in the woods. She took a step back. “It’s like a hundred years old.”

“Lucy,” Enzo chuckled, “hasn’t anyone ever told you not to judge a book by its cover?”

Lucy shook her head and furrowed her eyebrows, trying hard not to roll her eyes.

Piper waved off the men and stepped closer. “Look, there is a lot that needs to be said, but we can’t afford to tell all to someone we can’t trust.” A pregnant pause drew Lucy’s gaze to hers. “We’ll give you a chance to opt out, but you must know the consequences if you do are great and fatal.”

The air grew thick in the small room. Even the subtle breeze coming in through the windows did nothing to cool the tension. Lucy felt as if she had no choice at all. She rubbed her arms and her eyes darted around the room. “Does that mean I can go now?”

A scoff bounced off the walls as Sullivan left the house with a slam of the door.

“Yes, you can go,” Piper said softly. “Sullivan and Wesley will walk you back, but please, Lucy,” she took ahold of her hands once more and squeezed, “you may be our only hope.”

Lucy’s mind buzzed and no words came out. This was the weirdest encounter she had ever had. All she wanted was to go home and sleep, but she smiled, or maybe it was a grimace, at Piper and Enzo. They were clearly the leaders here and she didn’t like to come off disrespectful.

Outside, the men waited a few feet. Once Lucy walked up to meet them, they took off through the village and into the woods. No words were exchanged the entire way back into town, but they did make sure to stand very close to her.

Once they arrived at her apartment building, Wesley stationed himself at the front door, while Sullivan walked up with Lucy. She was at the end of the hall on the second floor.

Lucy awkwardly mumbled to stop when they reached her door and pulled out her keys to unlock it. With a click of the lock, she opened her door, but a sharp grip on her wrist halted her movement.

“Piper is nice, trying to make you feel like you have a choice,” Sullivan muttered, “but you don’t.” He stepped back and crossed his arms. She was beginning to think he didn’t know how to smile.

Without giving him anymore time of day, Lucy went inside and shut the door, making sure to lock it as obnoxious as she could.

The sun had yet to set, but Lucy couldn’t handle anymore of the day. She got ready for bed and turned on a movie, snuggling deep into her covers.

Sleep didn’t come fast and didn’t go well.

Lucy woke up with puffy eyes and a sluggish body. She merely went through the routine of getting ready, barely even opening her eyes. Really, she just wanted to stay in bed, but she knew if she didn’t act like life was normal, it wouldn’t be, so to the shop she went.

She left her apartment, hair in her eyes, and clumsily locked her door. A slow turn on her heel and she bumped right into a hard, sturdy person.

Sullivan.

“No,” Lucy mumbled and walked by him. She gripped on to the hand rail and jogged down the steps. Only when she exited the building did she look over her shoulder.

Sullivan was there, taking his time following her.

When she made it to her shop, Lucy made sure to lock the door and close the blinds. It was dark inside, but at least he was out of sight.

The shop remained decently clean. Another round was needed, but Lucy wanted to begin planning a layout and for her that meant wandering around the building a few times.

It was pretty simple and wouldn’t need a lot of brain power to figure out. The main space was an open rectangle with the front door being near a corner. Another door was located adjacent to the front, but at the opposite corner. That room was small and must have been used for storage.

Lucy started there. She measured the walls and the length and width of the room. It had been stripped of any shelving units and she thought that would be quite helpful to have. Towards the back of the room, she was measuring the last few feet when she dropped her measuring tape.

Instead of bending down like a normal person, Lucy bent at the waist and placed her palm on the wall to hold her weight. Except the wall didn’t hold and she fell forward.

A groan laced in a whine came out of Lucy’s mouth as she hit the floor stomach first. She pushed up onto her forearms, letting her head drop down. Faulty walls were not something she wanted to deal with.

Eyes closed, she stretched her neck and then opened her eyes. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but an entire other room was not it. Lucy slowly stood up, not bothering to brush the dust and dirt from her clothing.

This room was different from the rest of the building. It held old shelves, a rickety desk, and faded, yellowing papers. A messy pile was stacked in the center of the desk and immediately drew Lucy’s attention.

The words faded into the top paper under layers of grime, but she was able to make out that the document was an old contract and the original owner’s name was Judas Hunt. The realtor hadn’t mentioned anything about the original owner. In fact, there was no record of this room at all.

Lucy was going find out why.


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Where It All Went Wrong | 6

The men stayed close to Lucy the entire way. She still didn’t know where they were going, but Sullivan had called it the village. She just wasn’t sure if he was being literal or not.

The sun had started to disappear. The trees got closer, their branches and leaves entangling with each other. The path narrowed, too, pushing the men even closer to Lucy.

Her heart started to pound.

The trees lined up like a fence and they were about to go through an opening she wasn’t even sure Wesley would fit through.

He did.

It was dark, almost pitch black, on the other side and it wasn’t until a few minutes had passed that Lucy could see again.

Sullivan stepped in front of her to lead, while Wesley stayed at the back. She was sandwiched between them again. Sullivan pushed away some brush that blocked their path.

It revealed a village.

An actual village.

The sun was shining down and a handful of kids ran by giggling and flailing their arms. Men and women were out and about, walking, running, gardening. It was quieter than Lucy would have thought, only a soft murmur of voices blended together as they walked through the dirt street.

Houses were more like shacks that protected from the rain and wind. Each seemed to come with an outhouse.

Lucy felt like she was sent back in time.

“Here,” Sullivan interrupted her curious thoughts. He gestured towards a screen door. It was on a house that sat at the end of the so-called street.

Her eyes flitted back and forth. She had been so taken back by the village so had neglected to find a way out and now the only direction she could go was inside the house.

With a glare and a sigh, Lucy pushed through the door. She was greeted by clanking of dishes in a small kitchen, at least that’s what she assumed it was. It was really only a sink and fridge.

A man stood washing dishes in the sink while a woman sat at a small table. They looked similar in age to her parents.

“Piper.” Sullivan moved to hug the woman.

Lucy stepped aside and found that Wesley was still outside, guarding the door. There was no way she was getting out, though at this point, she was pretty sure she’d get lost even if she did.

The three others were now conversing in the corner, which was only a few feet away. Lucy wrapped her arms around her, unsure of what to do or how to act.

“Ms. Lexington,” the older man stepped forward, “it’s nice to meet you. My name is Enzo.” He held his hand out.

Lucy eyed it, but decided a simple handshake wouldn’t hurt. She even tried to smile. It was debatable if it worked.

The woman came up next and grabbed her hand in both of hers. “You can call me Piper,” she said, looking straight into Lucy’s eyes. “I’m glad you came, Lucy.”

She was able to crack a grin at that, albeit sarcastic. “Like I had a choice,” she muttered.

With a knowing smile, Piper glanced back. “Sully likes to keep things mysterious and,” she paused and looked back at Lucy, “intense.”

Her voice was warm, truly mother-like, and despite the insane and probably dangerous situation Lucy was in, she felt comfortable.

It scared her.

“Why am I here?” she questioned.

Piper squeezed her hand and stepped back with Enzo. Sullivan stood off to the side.

“The book, I’m sure Sully mentioned that at least,” Piper waited for confirmation and Lucy slowly nodded, “it is very important we find it. Since you are here instead of the book, I’m assuming the WDS have it.”

“WDS?”

“White dressed suits, terribly unoriginal, but they are not known for their creativity,” Piper continued.

She nodded again. “One came into my shop. He had a knife. I just kicked the book to him. I didn’t know,” Lucy babbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

“It’s okay, dear. We will just work to get it back. You will help.”

Lucy focused on her breathing, trying to remain calm, and glanced at the three people in front of her. They all held a slight layer of dirt over their skin. They were all calm and they were all serious.

“Why?”

Enzo grinned. “The book is a very important piece for history. Our history and your history.”

“What’s it have to do with me, though? I just found it.” Lucy tried to hold in her frustration.

“The book, Lucy,” he stared her straight in the eyes, “you wrote it.”


Chapters will start to get longer from now on! Thanks for reading!

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Where It All Went Wrong | 3

The morning couldn’t come quick enough for Lucy. She raced out of the house with a jacket haphazardly thrown on her shoulders and one shoe untied. That book was a problem on her mind.

The early crowd was in full force, darting in and out of coffee shops, but it all died down by the end of the street. The chatter faded in Lucy’s ear as she unlocked her new project and stepped inside. She dropped her things on the floor and they tumbled away. She really needed to get her dad on that table, but the thought left as quick as it came.

The dust still floated in the air leaving reminders of how Lucy was supposed to be cleaning with every step. She would clean, she just needed to read first.

The mystery book was right where she had left it, teetering off of the top shelf in the back. After a few seconds of admiring the back windows and the woodsy picture they presented, Lucy hopped and tugged on the book. It fell into her arms.

It was too large and fit awkwardly in her arms to open more than just the front cover, so she looked for a place to set it down. The floor was really her only option.

Lucy scrunched her nose as she walked into the middle of the room where the sun lit the floor. It was so dirty, but she set down the book anyway, squatting down in a way that would have her calves aching in to time.

Flipping to the first page, a subtle chill went through her spine at the title page— still weird. The next page was just as bare.

It all started with the shop.

Her eyes grew wide and she snapped the book close, partly from the words and partly from the disappearance of light. She looked to the front door.

A man dressed in a white that contrasted with his dark straggly hair blocked the sunlight from flooding the room.

He took a step closer. “You shouldn’t be reading that.”


I think I like where this is going. Sometimes I do really enjoy not planning out a story ahead of time because then it seems to write itself. It’s a great way of breaking up the serious novel editing, too. 

Thanks for reading!

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Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror: What if your mirror started talking to you?

The time it spent Holland to get home was cut in half compared to the usual. She expertly handled the awkward half walk, half run all the way to her house.

She practically face planted into her front door, gripping the handle to unlock it. The strength used to push open the wooden door caused it to bounce against the entryway wall. Holland kicked behind her to close it and the door clicked shut.

Lights remained off as she ran through her kitchen and living room and straight to her bedroom. Holland stumbled into her room, kicking off her shoes and bypassing the light switches. Her bedroom window was open and let enough sunlight splash in.

The rolling chair for her desk was slightly pushed away giving Holland enough room to dive and slide in to work. She yanked open her laptop that sat neatly on the old wood desk and immediately launched the internet. She typed in any keywords that could relate to mirrors, but all she kept finding were the same old tales she heard as a child. She couldn’t even find information on the lessons she learned in secondary.

Holland groaned and threw her head back. How could the internet fail her now? She leaned forward, placing her elbows at the sides of the computer. Running her hands down her face, she decided to try one last phrase.

talking reflections

It was a last-ditch effort for any sort of story about the supposed parallel universe. She scrolled through the pages of results, almost mindlessly. She knew it was useless, but at the same time she didn’t want to give up.

With one last sigh that let all of the air out of her body, Holland scrolled to the bottom of the page. She gave a fleeting glance, instantaneously going to close out, but something caught her attention.

The reflections that talk back: Your other self.

The headline was the only wording in the last result on the page. It was colored a bright blue.

Holland clicked on the link and it brought her to a simple grayscale website. It had a thin black border around the entire page. There were no other links, no menu, and no pictures. There were just words, a story, not even two paragraphs long.

Once upon a time in a land not so far away, there were objects with such shine and gloss that they reflected the utmost beauty onto the land. The magical items were called mirrors. They showed us a picture that was almost identical to the world around us, but held so much more depth. In fact, stand in front of a mirror and see not yourself, but someone who looks like you, talks like you, but lives a very different life in a very different place. 

Our reflections are truly wonders of the world and they will continue to teach us of fantasies we’ve never dreamed, adventures we’ve never been, and tragedies we’ve never seen.

Holland slowly drew her hand off of her laptop. She stared at the screen rereading the passage again and again. The story started out like any other, explaining the wondrous world of mirrors. The fairytale-like stories that she had grown up with were always filled with joy and curiosity. Holland had never seen one that alluded to anything bad whatsoever and maybe that was why the last sentence made her skin crawl.

A shudder escaped her body and Holland slammed shut the computer. She shook her head and hastily left her desk. Her bed was unmade from this morning, so she ran right in and covered up in a cocoon of blankets.  It was a bit earlier than Holland liked to go to bed, but she needed to shut off her mind for the night. With what had happened today, she couldn’t wrap her head around any sort of conclusion. Her bed was a sanctuary of fluffy pillows and soft blankets. It was all she needed to fall into a deep sleep and temporarily forget her reality and that is just what she did.


I read this prompt and knew immediately that I had to grab an excerpt from a story I haven’t finished and am not sure I will finish. We all have those, don’t we?

Anyway, some back story is that mirrors were banned “because vanity”, but really because scientists discovered our reflections were people in a parallel universe and needed our help in a war. The government wanted no part, so they got rid of mirrors before scientists could figure out a way to open a portal. Holland grew up in a world with no reflective surfaces. 

…I’ll probably hit this story up again someday. Revisiting it definitely reminded me of the excitement of it. 

Today’s prompt came from thinkwritten.com! They have an awesome list to get the writing flow started! 

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Different Letters, Different Places

Write a story using a different letter for each sentence (repeats allowed, but not consistently).

After her run, Josie wandered slowly back to her house, trying to delay her meeting with lovely Aunt Betsy. Betsy did nothing to actually be an aunt, or an adult figure for that matter. Confident, yet ignorant, she moved in after Josie’s parents passed in a car accident when she was very young.

Dad and mom were words Josie never knew and though it hurt, she was okay with that. Eventually, she learned they loved her more than anything and that was enough for her. Freak accidents happen and there is nothing anyone can do about it.

Gradually, her steps became slower and shorter towards her front door. Halfway home now and Josie didn’t hold in her groans. Ideally, Betsy would be gone for work, but she knew today that Betsy wanted to talk with her.

Josie was close now and she could see her aunt standing on the front porch. Knobby knees peeked out under Betsy’s pink fluffy robe and she had rollers in her hair. Laughing lightly, Josie couldn’t deny Aunt Betsy gave her a good chuckle on occasion. Most of the time she didn’t give a care in the world about what others thought of her and Josie looked up to that.

Now, Betsy was looking right at Josie with arms crossed. Overly intense would describe the look on her aunt’s face. People would definitely be staring if it wasn’t only six in the morning.

Quietly, Josie made her way up the porch stairs and right through the front door, letting Betsy follow behind her. Right now all she wanted was a shower, but she knew better than to leave her aunt hanging.

“So,” her aunt started, “when were you going to tell me about this?” Two pieces of paper sat on the kitchen counter in front of them. Usually, Josie brought her mail to her room, but this seemed like an easy way to break the news.

“Virtually every one of my friends has left,” Josie said, “and I’ll be damned if I’m staying here alone.”

“Well,” Aunt Betsy said, with a stern look across her face, “I’m very proud, Jo. Xerox it because I want a copy.”

Youthful grins popped out on both of their faces, as their true feelings of each other were revealed. Zero chance that copy would happen, but Josie was finally accepted into art school and they were finally both happy.


Have you ever been in a frustrating place in your life and it leaks onto your friends and loved ones? It’s much more common than you think.

Thank you for reading! My take on this prompt led me to use each letter of the alphabet in ordera great writing exercise it turns out! 

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