The curse of a creative mind

So late last week I was finishing up my edits of Torn and working on Dark Sys. Chugging along, and getting something done... And WHAM! over two nights of sleep a new story has invaded my life. It's almost as if I have to keep a rotating selection. But geez, why can't my mind give me a break.

By now everybody knows that I have moved onto writing a trilogy. What you don't know is that after that I still have two more trilogies waiting to get out of my head and at least one more single, and that was before this new story. I don't yet know if it will be a single or a trilogy, I'm hoping single. Sometimes it gets hard to keep all these things seperate.

SO I only managed to get two thousend words into DS yesterday. I would most likely have done more, but my mind kept trying to work on this other thing.

I hope that since I got the basic concepts worked out on paper it'll leave me alone long enough for me to get some other work done.

And for anybody who has managed to plough through these ramblings here is the next chapter.

Torn
58

Maureen poured herself a glass of red wine.

The morning’s success had been repeated inside.

It was no fluke, and for the ability just having shown itself it was strong.

Maureen was elated. Julius was jubilant.

Julius cut open a bloodroot and drained it into a glass.

They beamed at each other, clinked glasses and drank.

The phone rang.

Maureen was laughing. She walked over to it, leaned against the counter, and answered.

“Hello?” laughter lifting her voice.

“Maureen…” it was Scott, anguish tainted his voice.

Maureen’s euphoria faded. “Scott, what’s wrong?”

“She’s… she’s gone.” Scott was barely containing his tears.

Maureen started to panic. “Who’s gone?”

“Karen. She’s…” Scott broke down, crying over the phone.

Maureen heard the phone taken from her husband’s hands.

“Maureen, are you still there?” tears tainted the voice on the other end, but not as badly as her husband’s voice.

“Yes, Agnes. I’m still here. What’s going on?”

“Karen’s been taken.”

Maureen couldn’t support her own weight. She fell to the floor, knocking the wine glass off of the counter. It shattered next to her. She didn’t notice.

Maureen was in disbelief, she made sure that she had heard her mother-in-law correct. “What did you say?”

Agnes was choked up. “She’s been taken Maureen. Karen’s been taken.”

Maureen dropped the phone.

“Maureen… Maureen.” She heard coming from the handset.

She picked it back up, barely able to hold onto it.

“What happened?”

Agnes took a deep breath, shuddered as she let it out, and began.

“Scott put Karen down for a nap when we returned from the store. He wanted her to have her nap early so that she would sleep well tonight. He wanted to get an early start tomorrow.

I was ready to start baking the cake about an hour later, so he went to wake her up. She wasn’t in the room.

At first we thought that she had snuck outside, but the front door was still locked, and there was no way she could reach the latch on the fence out back.

Still we looked, finally going back into the room to make sure she wasn’t playing.

That was when we found the note…” Agnes started crying.

She heard the phone change hands again. Scott’s tearstained voice came back on the line, “Maureen, you have to come out here. She will need you when we find her.”

“Scott, what did the note say?”

The line was silent.

“What did it say?” she nearly screamed into the phone, urgency cracking her voice.

Scott sobbed. Then, “Kyra… Kira… Kera… I can’t read this name.”

“Go on Scott. I think that the content is more important.”

Scott hiccupped as he tried to control his emotions. “I have your daughter. If you want to see her again you will be ready tomorrow when the dial reads ten. I will find you.”

Scott stopped.

“Is it signed Scott?”

“Yes.”

“By whom?”

“Jack.”

Maureen nearly dropped the phone again.

“Come home Scott.”

“What!”

“Come home.”

“I… I can’t. The police are here. They are starting to look for her. She needs us. We need to be here when they find her.”

“Scott, if that note is correct she will be here tomorrow! Please come home!”

“I… I can’t just leave.”

“Yes, you can, and you must. Please, for Karen. Somebody has to be here… just in case.” Desperation was pronounced in her voice.

“What do you mean?”

“Please, just come. I’ll explain everything when you get here.”

“Maureen…?”

“Trust me… please.”

Scott let out a shuddering sigh. “Okay, I don’t know how I’ll get out of here, but I’ll come home.”

“Thank you,” she let out a sigh of relief.

“I have to go. The police want to talk to me. I’ll try to leave as soon as possible.”

“Ok, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Scott?”

“Yes?”

“We’ll see her again.”

“I know.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

Maureen handed Julius the phone to hang up.

She pulled her knees to her chest and started crying.