Collaboration Story Part 3 – What just happened?

We’re back with another Collaboration Challenge Story.  This time the participants are:

Carrie Sorenson at Chasing Revery

LeAnn Sypes at Writing and Ruminations

Leonard Suskin at Confessions of a Pixel and Ink-Stained Wretch

Nicole Pyles at The World of My Imagination

and Myself

Before you read my submission be sure and read Part One:  Shedding Light  and Part Two: Black Hollow

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Energy streamed between Morgan and her father before Zack could get the warning past his lips.  He watched in horror as Morgan turned her father into a snake (thankfully it was only a garden variety – Garter Snake), but not before he had turned Morgan into a child.

Thinking quickly, Zack grabbed the snake – Morgan’s father – up, keeping a firm hold on the slithery creature who was flipping it’s tail and hissing angrily.  Thankfully, Zack had caught many Garter Snakes as a child growing up and had lots of practice holding on to them.  Morgan, who had been standing their wide-eyed, now started screaming.  Keeping a firm hold with the snake with one hand, Zack grabbed her and put his hand over her mouth to cover her screams, being careful not to suffocate her.

“Be quiet,” he hissed softly, “You keep screaming the neighbors gonna call the cops”.

“Wwwhat are you doing here?  What am I doing here?  Why are you holding that snake”

“You mean you don’t remember what happened?” Zack inquired.  Morgan shook her head.

“Ohhh boy,” thought Zack, “This isn’t gonna be good” Apparently, in the process of being made a child, Morgan had lost all her memories of anything that happened after the age that she had just been reverted to.  Meaning……..  she had no idea of her powers or the old  lady at Black Hollow or even where the journal or map might be.

“I’ll try to explain later,” Zack promise, though he had no idea how he would do, “But right now I need a container”

“Why don’t you just let it go?” Morgan asked

“Not a good idea.”  “Why”  “Just trust me please and get me a container.”

Morgan blinked a couple of times then ran off to the kitchen, Zack right behind her.  She handed him a large Tupperware container – It would have to do.  Quickly depositing the snake into the container, Zack used a knife that he had spotted on the counter top to make some air holes in the lid.  No sense in having the snake die on them (even if he was alcoholic jerk).

“You got any string or rope”  Zack asked.  Morgan ran off, returning a couple minutes later with a piece of thin rope.  Zack used this to make sure that the lid was secured to the rest of the container.

“We need to find that map and directions” Zack said after he was done.

Morgan stared at him in confusion  “What map? What directions”

“Ohhh Crap”  Zack thought to himself.  He had forgotten that Morgan would know nothing about the journal she had told him about earlier.  But they had to find that journal and find the map to find the mysterious lady from Black Hollow.Then Zack remembered Morgan mentioning, earlier, that she had hidden the journal under her bed.

“Where’s your bedroom?” Zack asked Morgan, hoping that she had lived in this house at the time that she was the age she appeared to be now.

Morgan regarded the older boy/man standing in her kitchen with caution.  Who was he?  Why was he here? And, most importantly, why was asking about her room?  She still couldn’t figure what had happened, but for some reason she didn’t understand Morgan trusted him. “Morgan…..  your bedroom.  The boy asked again.  How’d he know her name?

“Wwwwho are you?” Morgan asked in a tiny child-like voice.  “Zack” came the response.  “I need to know where your room is.  There’s something in their that I…. we…. need to get”  “What’s that?” Morgan asked still not moving.  “A journal” Zack replied.  “A journal?” Morgan asked in disbelief, “I don’t have a journal”

“You have one or at least you…..”  Zack stopped mid-sentence.  He couldn’t very well insist on a journal that she didn’t even know she had written…..  “Just trust me on this….. please.  Morgan regarded him for several moments before disappearing out of the kitchen.  Zack, assuming that he was to follow her, did so.  Morgan was heading up a staircase when he caught up to her.  At the top of the stairs she stopped and waited, then turned to the right and went to the last door on the right.

Unlike the persona she portrayed at school of a tough girl, a persona that Zack had never quite believed was really her, Morgan’s room was a “girlie girl” room.  The walls were pink with butterfly appliques covering it.  Morgan was standing in the doorway staring into her room uncertainly.  “I…  this can’t be my room” she was saying.  “My room has Tinkerbell wall paper on it”.

Zack managed to stop Morgan before she backed out of the bedroom.  Her eyes widening with fright and no wonder thought Zack.   She was standing in a bedroom that she didn’t recognize with a boy she also didn’t recognize….  And he had just grabbed a hold of her arm to stop her from running away.  Zack released Morgan’s arm  letting out a sigh….  This  wasn’t going to be easy.

“Just let me check something real quick” Without waiting for her response, Zack went over to her bed with the butterfly bedspread on it and knelt down on the floor and looked under the bed.   There it was, the journal Morgan had mentioned earlier.

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Join us next weekend at Confessions of a Pixel and Ink-Stained Wretch  where Leonard Suskin will continue with Part 4 of our Collaboration Challenge story and Nicole finishes it up, the following weekend,  at The World of My Imagination

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7 thoughts on “Collaboration Story Part 3 – What just happened?

  1. Oh man, why can’t my life be as awesome as the lives of the characters we have in these challenges??? That’s an awesome take on the story!! Ohh my turn next! 🙂

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    • Thank You Carrie 🙂 I have fun with these collaboration challenge stories. I always end up surprising even myself. It may not be professional level writing, but somehow I end up with something I can be proud of/

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