Back to the ghost story...

*You may see that the daughter now has a name she is Helen. Other than Rick the moving guy I haven't named any one else. Ideas are welcome*

*DISCLAIMER I wrote this in 15 minutes I didn't do much in the way of proofreading the most editing work I did was choosing the last word.*

“Sure sweetheart. I’ll get the top one and you get the bottom one.” The deadbolt at my eye level turns easily and i help my daughter open the bottom by holding her hand in mine. It is stiff to turn although I cannot tell if that is because I ant to be more gentle with helen small ahnd under mine or if it is really stiff. “I guess we will have to get your key looked at, hon.” I say looking at my husband.
“Ok we are In!” he says as he puts a box in front of the screen door to keep it from closing and fishes a wooden door stop from the bag he has set by the door to keep the inner door open. I remember this door stop from college. It saved my fingers from his heavy dorm room door on more than one occasion.

I hurry Helen to the back yard and open the french doors wide so I can hear her if she needs me. I position my self so I can direct the flow of traffic to the correct rooms and watch her play outside. The Day is getting warmer and I sense that spring might actually come early this year.

After an hour of directing traffic I have dug up the tea kettle mugs and the instant hot beverages. I have also discovered that we indeed got the ice maker working yesterday and we have ice and soda for anyone who need it. I call for a break and get Helen to come inside. She has collected sticks and leaves and created a picture of a person on the ground outside. despite the breeze it seem to be staying put.

As the moving men and my family settle in for a drink break. Quite settle over the house I had not realized the level of noise there had been.
“Ma’am” rick starts “I think we only have about an hour left.” Before we have everything in and unwrapped.”
“That is really great” I say and then as if on cue the french doors slam in the adjacent room and we hear glass break as one of the windows does not survive the shock.

2 of 2 things I wrote today.

*from the ghost story picking up from where the little girl is excited to see the house, Moving Guys and her daddy from the car*

I park leaving moving space for the van. By the time I get out Helen has managed to get her self out of her car seat and is bouncing on the seat next to it. She is still short enough that she can stand upright on the car’s seats. As she ducks her head to get out I marvel at how little time she has left before she leaves all of her preschool things behind. She is growing so fast.

“Oh, Good you are here!” I here my husband calls as he approaches us. He seems a bit worried. I look at him questioningly. He comes up picks Helen up. “It seems my keys don’t want to work. I am hoping that you have the deed with you and your keys will work so we don’t have to call a locksmith.”
“OK, I think I have all the papers. If not they are in the blur file box that was near the apartment door.” I say informationally as I walk towards the house. I pull my keys from my pocket. I can’t remember whose keys we used yesterday. I look at them. They are very new. If there is any wear on them I cannot see it. Walking up the Stine and Brick path way I feel nervous and exited as I will be unlocking the door to my house with an audience.
“Mommy can I help?” Helen asks as I put the first key into the dead bolt.

Ninja part 5 (1 of 2 posts for 11/16)

*The next installment. One of 2 things I wrote today*

“My father sent for me?” Jane repeats hardly able to grasp the pieces of the puzzle. She is on a ship going to New Zealand and her father was the one who sent for her. In a way he abducted her. Sending those strange chinamen to grab her.

“You have a bag, Katsuo san got it for you.” She is pointing to the cot behind Jan Jane looks at the cot and when she hears giggling she looks under it. There is a large leather case with straps and a handle under the cot. She pulls it out and finds that it is heavy. The weight of the case the close quarters of the room and the rocking of the ship cause her to fall again. This time she falls into her new companion.

Jane begins to laugh and tries to stop. She cannot hold the laughter in. She attempts to slide on to the cot next to her companion, and topples off landing back on the floor. She is laughing hard into her hand  tears stemming from everything she has happened her laughter dissolves in to sobbing she curls up tucking her skirt around her and hugging her knees. It seems like several minutes before she can regain her breath and open her eyes.

Her companion has moved to the floor and is sitting next to her. With an expression of concern on her face.

“Are you hurt?”
“No No not really, well my hands are grazed, but nothing else. I am unsure of what is happening and I am scared.”

Ninjas going where?

*I am re-posting yesterday's snippet with some suggested edits as well as today's not very edited but in hope that people think this may work*

Ungracefully Jane flops fully to the floor tossing her skirts back behind her and her feet and legs under her. She sits up on the floor and looks at the figure who has spoken.

The woman, as now it is apparent that figure is a woman, has long straight black hair parted in the middle. Her skin is a warm fawn color. Her eyes are almond shaped and dark almost disappearing in her mirth. Her eyelashes are dark, thick and short. her face as a whole is more flat than Jane had ever seen before. She is very beautiful and her small mouth was smiling with laughter Jane expected was at her expense.

“I waiting for you,” the woman asked in her accent and odd english wording “I think I sleep too.”

“Where are we?” Asked Jane
“On Ship, name Cressy we are going to Canterbury in Zealand”
Jane stared at the woman. How could they be going to New Zealand. Is that what she really meant?
“Sorry, You are scared No? You are safe we lock door keep others out” She says and gesture to the locked door.
Jane just blinked at her. Finally after what seemed like a long time. Jane managed. “Do you mean New Zealand? Why are we going there?”
“Yes yes New Zealand. You father has sent for you.”

Ok just to have something today and to continue...

Ungracefully Jane flops fully to the floor tossing her skirts back behind her and her feet and legs under her. She sits up on the floor and looks at the figure who has spoken.

The woman, as that is apparent that figure is, has long straight black hair. parted in the middle. Her skin has a almond-copper tone to it. Her eyes are almond shaped and dark almost disappearing in her mirth. Her eyelashes are dark, thick and short. her face as a whole is more flat than Jane had ever seen before. She is very beautiful and her small mouth was smiling with mirth Jane expected was at her expense.

Prompts if need it...

These are comming out of my head probally influenced by things I have read and seen as of late

1) A modern fairy tale in 10 minutes

2)Descriptive peice about action or emotion with out naming the action or emotion. (from Holly's substitute English teacher)

3) A place filled witha million yodels.

4) Right or rite of passage.

Ninjas 3

*Ok I have started from the last line of yesterday.  Sorry for the funny typo*

Sitting on the other side of the room was a hunched figure in a black robe.

The figure’s face was down long dark hair hung forward hiding it’s face. The Black rob covered everything else. The figure swayed with the movement of the room. But did not stir from it’s position.

Unwinding her skirt from her knees she carefully sat up and adjusted he clothing for modesty and comfort. For warmth she tucked her feet under her, her corset was a different matter she could not completely adjust it without help and she would not ask a stranger She maybe able to take it off if she was alone. It took a lot to sit upright. Her seemingly minor injuries had begun to abate in pain and her head was only aching no longer a fierce pain. He mouth felt like she had been chewing on sheep’s  wool. She needed to get something to eat.

Surveying the room there was two cots with yellowed covering the one she sat on and the one the other did. A door that was shut and bolted on this side. A small chest with a wooden jar was against the wall opposite the door. A small dirty mirror was bolted to the wall above it. The ceiling was low and as dirty as the walls. She could see a small case under her roommates cot.

The pitching of the room was rhythmic and she was getting used to it. She decided to investigate a bit more she leaned forward to look under her cot. The movement sent her sliding, and she pitched off the cot into the small floor space. He feet and knees remained on the cot and her arms slid beneath it, her skirt flipped over her head. She let out a louder than intentioned gasp as her cheek hit the floor.

A small girlish giggle came from some where above her.

“So you awake now?” came an unexpected very accented feminine voice.

* I may need help on writing a very stylized and stereotyped Japanese accent*