Showing posts with label Crybaby Bridge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crybaby Bridge. Show all posts

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Stevie-girl and the Phantom of Crybaby Bridge ~ Book 3 in the Phantom Series





          HelloWarriors! 
          Thank you all for the lovely comments last week, and thanks for stopping by for another installment of Stevie-girl and the Phantom of Crybaby Bridge, Book 3 in the Phantom Series.  It should be out NEXT WEEK.  Whoohoo!  Ahem, okay, back to business...
          Last week, Jase and Stevie encountered an eerie woman in white coming toward them across the bridge.  Here's what happened next (I had to mashup a couple of sentences to make it 8 - forgive me.) It's told from Stevie-girl's POV.
         

          Still standing on the bridge, we were transfixed by the woman in white when we thought we heard the crying sound again.
         “Was that her?” I whispered.
         Jase shook his head.
         Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of movement as something pink floated out from under the bridge.
         “It’s a baby,” I shouted.  “In the water!”  I yanked Jase’s arm and pointed at the swirling, stuttering creek.
         The woman dove in and disappeared.  All that was left was a shimmer of white beneath the skin of the creek and a lazy splotch of long dark hair that floated outward around her head in a soft caul.



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Saturday, June 15, 2013

Stevie-girl and the Phantom of Crybaby Bridge revisited #WeWriWa

Hello Weekend Writers, here is another snippet from book three in the Phantom series.  Last week, Jase and Stevie thought they heard a crying baby. They also thought they saw a ghostly figure.  This time, I'm not going strictly in order. But this is the gist of what happened the next time they visited Crybaby Bridge ...



          “It looks like a woman,” Jase murmured.  “What’s she wearing, a nightgown?”

            The fabric did appear to be quite thin, or perhaps that was because of the rays of fading light behind her.  “What’s she doing?”
            Jase shook his head.  “She appears to be looking for something . . .”
            My breath froze in my throat.
            She was coming toward us, toward the bridge.  Her eyes were downcast, searching the banks of the creek as she glided along. 
            “Waahhhmaaahh.”  The sound was louder.
           



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