Finding Violet – a snippet of my writing

In the beginning of 2021, l wrote a novel called Finding Violet. It was a very fun story to write and I even designed a cover for it and had a lot of fun doing it. I really love this project, so, today, I thought I’d share the first chapter of my story, Finding Violet.

I jumped over a crack in the sidewalk and skipped along.
Mom had sent us away from our new house. “For you to get some fresh air,” she claimed. 

 Which was fine with Mark, my thirteen-year-old brother wasn’t going to live in a neighborhood very long without exploring it. That was just the way he was.  Everything was an adventure for Mark.  Thinking about exploring my new neighborhood made me miss my old home. You are probably terribly confused by now, you don’t know my name or anything else, just random pieces about me. Well, let’s fix that.  My name is Melissa Brooke. I am a decade and one year old. I just moved to this tiny place called August Creek.  Two days ago, I lived in Boston. My Dad was offered a job to work at a bank and my parents wanted us out of the city and here we are. I have only one brother, who you already met.   Now you know something about me. 

Back to the walk. We had just passed a pet store, with three golden-brown puppies in the window.  We must have gone all the way through Main Street and I hadn’t noticed. “We better go home,” I told Mark. 

“We’ll go on for a while.  Mom didn’t give us a limit of how far we could walk, anyway, we’re not in the city anymore. It’s not like we are going to get mugged or something” Mark replied to me, bossy as usual.

I followed, unsure of Mark’s decision. We kept going, soon the sidewalk ended and the road turned to gravel. Mark finally turned around then, but as we walked towards home, we heard a voice calling. “Hello, new neighbors!”  

I glanced toward the voice. Wendy Alden, our neighbor from across the street was hurrying toward us, a big grin across her face. “I’m glad to see someone else out today, this town can get so boring at times.” The young woman rolled her eyes. “So what are you two doing?”  

“We were just exploring,” Mark answered. 

“Did you find anything interesting?” Wendy asked, rolling her eyes as if she already knew the answer couldn’t be yet.  

“Not really,” I said. 

“Well, have fun.” She hurried off in the other direction. She was right, the town wasn’t very busy, only a few shoppers were in view. 

“How about we walk home on the other side of the street, maybe we can see something different?” Mark suggested. 

“Ok.” I looked both ways, before crossing but there was no reason to. The town was very quiet on this cloudy, warm, humid August day. We walked along, past the cafe and bank. We’d just passed Fuller’s Hardware when we walked past an alley, located between the hardware store and the grocer. 

“Let’s see what’s down there,” suggested Mark. 

I wasn’t sure but followed anyway.  I spend a lot of time wondering if I should follow Mark.   We went through the alley which held a few trash cans, but mostly just looked like a road between the back of two buildings. Once we exited the alley, the road turned to gravel, and it went straight ahead. I could see the backs of the buildings on Main street. Mark started walking down the road, I hurried to catch up. I didn’t want to be left alone in this strange place. Even if it was only behind  Main Street. Mark and I walked along the road, and we couldn’t see anything but woods to either side of us. If we turned back all we could see was the buildings on Main street and the alley we had entered through. The place cast a slightly eerie feeling of quiet over us. The area surrounding us was peaceful and serene, slightly creepy, but not really. The road Mark and I were walking along curved and around the bend was a clearing, in the center of it was a  building. The roof sagged and there were broken windows. In fact, only one window was intact.  Weeds and overgrown bushes covered what looked like it used to be a schoolyard. Above the sagging door was a sign reading the words, August Creek School.

Mark looked at me and I could tell what he was thinking. 

“No,” I said aloud. “Just no, Mark.”  This time I wasn’t wondering.  I knew that I wasn’t going inside a creepy old school, in a completely new place, where we had been for less than forty-eight hours.  That just wasn’t happening. 

“Oh, come on, Melissa,” Mark said convincingly.  Only there I didn’t want to be convinced.  I replied, “You don’t know what’s in there. It could be a hideout for a  gang of robbers. Or something else awful.” 

“Nothing like that would be in there,” he said reassuringly. 

“You’ve never been inside,” I argued.

“True, but in this tiny town, I don’t think so.” he countered. 

“Fine.” I finally gave in, not knowing what I was thinking. He always is able to talk me into things that are against my better judgment.  We walked closer to the school, our legs getting scratched by the weeds in the road, and we reached the sagging, overhang of the roof.  

Mark pulled on the handle. It was unlocked. He opened the door and we stepped inside.

I hope you enjoyed reading! Let me know what you think of it, and if you’d like to read more in the future.

Until next time,

10 thoughts on “Finding Violet – a snippet of my writing

  1. Hey there Pearl (that’s my sister’s name too). Just thought I’d let you know that you have amazing prose, and that you should always, always, keep writing. I enjoyed reading this. Thanks for sharing!


  2. OOH CREEPY!! Great post, Pearl! Your descriptions are very unique and I can already tell I like Melissa… 😛 One thing you might want to keep a look out for is that you had Wendy roll her eyes twice in a row. Maybe try a different action tag? Anywho, looking forward to more!

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