One Page at a Time: The Cellar Door, Page 4

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Page 1 by Sean Sandulak

Gillian pulled another plate from the cardboard box and frowned at the chip and crack along its edge. This was the third thing that was broken and she’d barely even begun to unpack. She hoped it would be the last time that she would have to move for a long time. It was as hard on her and the kids as it was on the dishes.

Thinking about her son and daughter made her realize that the house had become too quiet. She dropped the plate into the soapy water in the sink and called out, “Tom! Where is your sister?” When there was no answer, she became equal parts worried and irritated. “Tom!” she called again, louder this time.

A sulking twelve-year-old boy shuffled into the kitchen and whined, “You don’t have to yell.”

“Where’s your sister?” she asked.

“I dunno,” he mumbled.

“I told you to watch her,” she said, “so you had better go find her.”

“But mom,” he said, “I was watching TV.”

“Go and find her right now or there will be no TV for a week,” she said. With that threat the boy stomped off without another word. Gillian kept pulling her dishes from out of the boxes and putting them in the sink to wash them.

After a few minutes, Tom returned and said, “I couldn’t find her anywhere.”

“Well, she couldn’t have gone outside or I would have heard the door,” she said. “Did you try looking in the basement?”

He went the door that stood off to the side of the kitchen, opened it, and made his way down the creaky, wooden stairs. Tom was only gone a few seconds before he came racing back up. He slammed the door and braced his body against it. His face was pale and he was breathing like he had just run a mile.

Gillian ran to him, crouched down, and gripped him by the shoulders to steady him. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Where’s Amelia?”

“There’s something in the basement,” he answered. “I think it took her.”

Page 2 by Lauren Jokl (misskzebra)

Gillian hoped that Tom couldn’t hear her heart begin to pound against her chest. “Don’t be ridiculous.” she told him. “Stay up here and don’t move.” This was his idea of a joke, she thought.

Gillian moved him aside and opened the door. The lights didn’t turn on when she pulled the cord by the door. Advancing down the steps, she listened out for Amelia. There was a slight breeze down here.  Gillian didn’t know where it was coming from, but it was cold. Despite the chill, sweat started to form on her upper lip.

“Amelia? Where are you?” A hard block of anxiety was starting to form in Gillian’s chest. “Amelia!” She scanned the darkness and couldn’t see a thing.

“Amelia, is that her name? It’s such a pretty name, for such a pretty girl.” Gillian spun around to see a dwarfish woman with a pale face.

“Who are you?! Where’s my daughter?” Gillian yelled.

“Your daughter is in the place where the cockerels crow all of the time, where the sun always reigns but the moon never dies. The Land of Orange Skies. She belongs there. She’s a child of the Gods, which you know very well.”

“No. No. Did her father put you up to this? He spouted this crap too, when he’d lost his mind. Give me back my daughter!” Gillian commanded, her chest heaving with panic.

“He did, but he’s not lost his mind. We’ll give her back if you come to collect her.” The woman smiled and held out her hand.

Page 3 by AJ Muller

“Mom, who’s that?” Tom asked, skirting the wall of the kitchen to get closer to his mother.

“Stay there baby.”

“He’s free to come too. He’s not as special as his sister, but a similar face may help her adjust.”

“No! My son is going nowhere and neither am I.” Gillian proclaimed keeping her voice more level than she thought possible.

The mystery women withdrew her hand and stared at the taller women. Her blonde hair was pulled up in bun and strays of her uncombed hair were sticking out. The pale women tilted her head and spoke again. “I have delivered my message and now I must go.” She turned and went to walk out of the back door.

“What about my daughter!” Gillian shrieked, paranoia seeping into her mind. What if she never saw Amelia again?

“If you change your mind flip this and say gods of harvest gods of the sky, bring me to the world where life never dies.” the short women said handing over a coin before she vanished through a blurry wall of light leaving Gillian and Tom standing their baffled.

“That was awesome! Can we go mom, can we?” Tom asked grabbing Gillian’s arm tugging on it adding extra strain to her elbow joint.

“Enough!” she snapped, “No, we are not going.”

“Amelia gets all the fun.” Tom sulked as Gillian grabbed the phone and dialed 9-1-1. The operator started off friendly, asking what the emergency was, but as Gillian described the ordeal the operator grew restless and hung up.

“Mom, what’s going on?” Tom asked. Gillian didn’t answer at first. She stared at the golden coin in her hand, turning it in her fingers. “Mom?” instead of answering Tom she began muttering. As she said the pale women’s words the coin flew from her thumb into the air and hit the floor. A blurry circle of light, grew beneath her feet. Before she could catch her breath she was falling.

“Mom!” Tom called leaping for her hand, grasping it as the light pulled both of them in.

Page 4 by Bren Lee

And then it was over. Time had inexplicably warped both Gillian and Tom. They looked at one another, awestruck; almost in a state of shock.

‘Mom?’ Tom was confused by his own voice. ‘Woah! Is that me…talking? Mom, you look so small.’

Gillian ignored him, ‘Tommy? Wh..’

Standing in a golden field of wheat; the sun beat down, fighting against the cool breeze. Tom had grown into a young man of maybe 20 years old and Gillian was somehow back in her college days again. A crow rambled through the wheat rows pecking at the fallen spikelets.

‘Well get on with it then! You’re not in Kansas now you know?’

Tom shrieked with glee,’Cool a talking bird! Mom look-it.’

‘A bird indeed? I…am Corvus. Familiar to Moon Empress Helenae and I am at your service.’ Corvus’ feathers ruffled as he dipped his head.
‘Well I am at your service for now. If you have questions, ask away; you have a long journey ahead of you and I have much to do.’

Gillian was dumbstruck whilst Tom stood there enchanted by the talking bird.

‘I haven’t got all day. Let’s have it’ Corvus tapped his talon with impatience.

‘What…why…how?’ stuttered Gillian.

‘Ah 3 of the classics! Lets start with why shall we?’

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3 comments on “One Page at a Time: The Cellar Door, Page 4
  1. Bren Lee says:

    Uh oh! It looks like I’ve killed this off…sorry 😦

  2. What… no more contributions or are they all bad?

    • Participation dropped of dramatically after we first launched. This was not unexpected as blog reading drops off during the summer. I do have one entry for Page 5 which I was going publish tomorrow, if you wanted to wait and do one for Page 6.

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