Here's a little teaser that I wrote back in 2004 for a prompting exercise where you are given a line to begin and you take it from there. This particular story seems to fit the season, so what I'd like you to do is finish it. The best ending will receive a free download of Skhye Moncrief's, He of the Fiery Sword! Now that's a prize worth writing for:) Thank you, Skhye for donating such an enticing prize.
This contest will run through the end of the month, winner to be announced on October 31st under the 'October Events Update' section of this blog.
Here you go. Have fun!
"Three days passed before they found the body..."of water described by the old Indian woman. The morning was crisp and a dense fog floated eerily above the flat surface of the small pond. Wispy fingers of ghostly white stretched into the surrounding trees obscuring visibility past twenty feet of the surrounding area. A frigid burst of air lifted Dina’s coattails and a tremble of gooseflesh spread over her arms, fear spiked a cold trail up her spine.
“Do you think this is the place?” She turned to find Vince several feet away examining some artifact lying on the ground at his feet. “What’s that?”
He bent to retrieve the object. “It’s a broken tooth. I think canine, maybe a wolf or coyote. As far as being the place, it meets the description. See the tree over there?” He pointed to a split pine to the left. “It’s been struck by lightning and looks exactly as the woman described.”
Vince walked over to the pine with Dina close behind. She watched as he rooted through the brush behind the tree. “Be careful. You don’t know what’s hiding in those bushes,” she warned.
The eerie feeling she’d had before returned. She shivered but not from the cold dampness that surrounded them this time. Something was making her increasingly edgy. She remembered the old woman’s warning.
‘Beware the guardian of the ancient pine.’ She’d crooned but, gave no explanation.
“What exactly are you looking for, Vince?”
“A cairn. It’s an Indian burial marker sort of the equivalent of our tombstones. According to my great-grandfather’s journal something of great value was buried within the cairn of Chief Spotted Wing, a distant relative. It’s something that will make a major difference in the historic information regarding the Blackfoot Tribe.”
He moved a few feet to the right of the pine and stepped behind a large holly bush. “Dina! I think I’ve found it.”
That was the last thing she heard before her world shattered into a multitude of lights and pain then, everything went black.