Set the Scene and You Set the Mood

Why is the setting in your story important?

 

Your characters need a time and place in which to move. The setting answers the “when” and the “where” of your story, giving it a frame of reference. This adds authenticity and credibility to your storytelling.

When you “set the scene,” you “set the mood,” the atmosphere.

 

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Creepy and spooky

is quite different from

sunny with ocean salt-air and sandy beaches.

A setting in the country

offers vastly different opportunities and possibilities

then one in the city.

 

 Since October is Halloween month, let’s work on a spooky kind of setting.

 

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Fatigued and fighting fear, I followed the mostly hidden pathway through the misty forest glades. Perhaps it would take me back to the familiar.

I have no idea how long I had been struggling to find my way. In the early hours of the morning, I came upon a quaint and rather strange little cottage. Relief and then apprehension washed over me. How odd. Something one might find in a Grimm’s fairy tale, I mused. It had a spooky charm about it. The faded wood and moss-filled roof gave it plenty of character, and it was surprisingly well-kept.

The warm, flickering candlelight cast an eerie glow through several stained glass windows. I stopped for a moment, transfixed by their ethereal beauty.

My skin began to tingle. The cottage was inviting in many ways, but my instincts warned me to enter with caution.

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I really have no choice, I reasoned. The glow from a hanging lantern guided me to the entrance. I’m lost and cold. I’m hungry, I’m tired, not to mention, scared. At that point, I realized I was more scared of being lost than of what I might encounter behind the creepy door.” 

Carrie Wachsmann ©

An “In Light of Eternity” Story

His name was John

 

We first met one afternoon when my husband and I stopped to shop for fresh vegetables at our local Fruiticana. He was slouched on the sidewalk, wearing a dark hoodie covering most of his eyes, a small bag beside him and his back to the wall. He waved as we entered the parking lot; I waved back, noting his tattered clothing and dirty hand.

 

As we left the parking lot, my husband felt compelled to stop. I was glad when he pulled out his wallet and called the man over. A single front tooth stood out as the man, who identified himself as John, smiled a big, broad smile. He thanked us for our “kindness” and then told us that Jesus was the reason he was here today and if it weren’t for Jesus, he would still be trapped by his addiction to alcohol. He added, “It’s been years since I’ve been free.”

 

That was the beginning of a rather unusual and rewarding relationship.

 

After that day, each time we visited Fruiticana, and John was sitting in his usual spot, my husband or I would stop to chat and leave him with a little something we prayed would make his life just a little easier.

 

On one occasion, I noticed a neighboring shop clerk stop to chat with John as she took her “coffee/smoke” break. On another occasion, I noted a bread truck driver hand John a soft loaf of freshly baked bread. He also took the time for a short chat. It appeared to me John had found community. In some small way, I determined I would be part of John’s unusual but caring community.

 

Once, in conversation with John, we talked about that no matter what happens, one day we will see each other in heaven. This journey on earth is for a time, but our forever lives are still to come.

 

2017 was one of the coldest and longest winters Abbotsford had experienced in many years. The weeks came and went, and I didn’t see John. I wondered, “Was he warm? Was he safe? Was he well? Was he still with us? Until one day while driving down Gladwin Road, I saw him walking down the street. Yes, John was still with us, and he seemed to be doing ok.

 

Finally, spring arrived. It was a wet and chilly April day, and this time Superstore was our grocery shopping destination. My heart did a little skip when I spotted John, sitting on a cement block in the underground parking lot, away from the bone-chilling, freezing rain.

 

I walked over to him, and he greeted me with his usual bright and cheerful, toothless smile. I shared some of what I had with him, and this time John shared back. He handed me a bunch of organic bananas. He asked if I would like to have them. He said he had too many bananas right now and they would just go bad. “Everybody gives me bananas,” he said.

 

I hesitated, but only for a moment. With a broad smile of my own, I took his bananas and thanked him. I told him I needed bananas and that he had just made my day. After all, I was part of his community, and that’s what you do in community. You share. I felt deeply honored to be officially accepted into John’s little community.

 

That was the last time I saw John.

 

Today, June 7, we stopped at Fruiticana to replenish our fruits and vegetables. When I saw the neighboring shop clerk taking her smoke break, sitting near where John usually sat, but this time alone, I walked over to her and asked her, “Have you seen John lately?”

 

“No,” she replied, “he passed away not long ago.”

 

I have to say my moment of sadness was but a moment, for you see, John is in heaven and most surely having the time of his forever life.

 

 

Are Dragons Real?

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Dragons

Why are we so fascinated by these mythological, fire-breathing, mysterious, treasure-hording, cunning, terrifying, monster creatures?

I think I just answered that question.

But could dragons be real?

Did you know the Bible has a lot to say about dragons?   

Isaiah 27: 1 (NASB) says:

In that day the Lord will punish Leviathan the fleeing serpent,
With His fierce and great and mighty sword,
Even Leviathan the twisted serpent;
And He will kill the dragon who lives in the sea..”

Job 41 describes this dragon “creature” as: 

  • having tough skin
  • being very strong
  • having scales
  • having eyes that glow
  • flames coming from his mouth
  • smoke coming from his nose
  • having no fear
  • having a long neck 

Now… if that doesn’t sound like a dragon

There’s more:

The Book of Revelation has some very descriptive words about an enormous  red dragon –  referred to as Satan or the devil.

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Revelation 12:3-17 New International Version (NIV)

“3 Then another sign appeared in heaven: an enormous red dragon with seven heads and ten horns and seven crowns on its heads.4 Its tail swept a third of the stars out of the sky and flung them to the earth…

7Then war broke out in heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the dragon, and the dragon and his angels fought back.8 But he was not strong enough, and they lost their place in heaven. The great dragon was hurled down—that ancient serpent called the devil, or Satan, who leads the whole world astray. He was hurled to the earth, and his angels with him.”

And, Revelations 13:3 says this about the dragon.

The dragon stood on the shore of the sea. And I saw a beast coming out of the sea. It had ten horns and seven heads, with ten crowns on its horns, and on each head a blasphemous name…

An interesting article on   NeverThirsty.org website has some thought-provoking comments about Isaiah 34:13 (KJV)  reference to dragon.

“13 And thorns shall come up in her palaces, nettles and brambles in the fortresses thereof: and it shall be an habitation of dragons, and a court for owls.”

– ” … we can guess that dragons were extremely territorial and wild creatures, being that God placed them as curses to keep people away. This does not equate them to being evil, though. By that logic, one would need to conclude the other creatures above are also evil—such as the hyena, lion, ostrich, moko, jackal, night-raven, arrow-snake, and falcon. Admittedly, if Lilith is speaking of a demon, then that is bad, but the contextual words seem to indicate a demon is not being spoken of. Dragons are being grouped with common and rare animals of various species, and that would make the dragon yet another real animal and no more, though pretty high on the rarity scale.”

Regardless,  whether  dragons be real or not, they make for a

great storytelling adventure.

C.S. Lewis, Voyage of the Dawntreader, Tolkien, Anne McCaffrey, and so on and so on.

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What do you think so far? Are dragons merely imagery, mythical creatures, or could they be real?

This unidentified ‘sea-monster’ was found washed ashore on a New Zealand beach.

“… one of a series of photographs taken by YouTube user Elizabeth Anne on the Pukehina beach off the coast of New Zealand.”

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This carcass of some sort of sea creature was found washed up on a remote Russian beach.

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“THE remains of a giant sea creature with a bird-like “beak” and fur on its tail have been washed up on a remote Russian beach.”

“One said: “It looks like some mutant sea monster with a beak.”

Have you ever seen a dragon? For real, or in your dreams?

If you’ve never seen a dragon, does that mean they don’t exist?

Where do you go when waiting in line?

In my other world – storytelling

Some time ago, I was waiting in line at the TD bank, deep in thought, when the person behind me kindly let me know teller #3 was trying to get my attention.

I  jolted back into reality,  then smiled and offhandedly said, “Thank you… I was in my other world!

The person gave me a look I could only interpret as envy as she responded with the utmost sincerity, “I wish I had an ‘other world.'”

I hesitated, then chuckled. Her response was priceless, making me actually think about what I had just said.

Now, this was before everybody began losing themselves in their iPhone or Android, which by the way is nothing like the “other world” I am talking about.  In my opinion, cell phones and anxiety are synonymous and an addiction I’m not willing partake of. I’m not giving up “my other world” for that.

Just ask my husband… I’m so not attached to my cell phone, I’ve resorted to posting a sign on my front door to remind me to take it with me when leaving the house. I know. Shocking!

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As I walked over to the counter,  I realized just how true my offhanded comment was. I call it “another world.” Some call it daydreaming, something I’ve always been very good at. My teachers said so.  It’s the place where I go, think up stories, develop plans, talk to God or just simply listen.

John Tess, Intelligence for Life (free internet radio) says the average person will spend about 10 years waiting in line.

Put it that way…

Where do you go when you’re waiting in line?

A Cup of Tea While We Discuss Your Antagonist?

Welcome…

Come, sit by the fire and I’ll pour you a special cup of tea – Midnight Fog it’s called.

Recipe for MIDNIGHT FOG

  1.  Steep a bag of Red Rooibos tea in  1/2 cup of boiling water.
  2. Whip 1/2 cup of chocolate milk (or substitute like chocolate almond milk) in blender
  3. Pour into a sauce pan and heat.
  4. Wisk to create frothy foam.
  5. Add the heated chocolate milk to tea.
  6. Garnish with pumpkin spice and raw honey.

 

HALLOWEEN lends itself naturally to villains expressing themselves in clever and creative attire.  If it’s not the headless horseman or the age-old Frankenstein, it’s Darth Vader or Zombies hulking the dark streets in our neighborhoods.

This brings us to my favorite topic – storytelling – and in this case, talking about the very important, three-dimensional character, the antagonist.

Webster’s dictionary defines antagonist as… “one that contends with or opposes another – the adversary or opponent.”

What would storytelling look like without a well-developed, strong,  fierce and compelling antagonist who’s as well thought-out and multi-dimensional as the hero (or protagonist)?

You wouldn’t have much of a story now would you?

The hero depends on the antagonist to challenge him, force him to overcome… to change… to win.

 

The antagonist can be:

  • a main character
  • one’s dark side vs one’s “good” side (Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde)
  • things like the  weather (a hurricane, volcano, 40 below freezing temperatures)  which the protagonist must overcome or avoid

 

Most times we think of the antagonist as the villain. Is that always the case?

Could the hero be the villain and the antagonist his/her adversary? Something to think about.

Well, the tea-pot is empty. Time to spice up my antagonist villain in my latest book – Treasure Trap – coming soon. Watch for it.

Antagonist Mrs. Polzin in Treasure Trap - Carrie ©
The mean Mrs. Polzin in Treasure Trap – Carrie ©
The mean Mrs. Polzin in Treasure Trap – Carrie ©

Carrie – Storyteller

 

 

 

Read & Write by Candle Light to Step-up Your Writing

So…  how will reading and writing by candle light step-up my writing?

There was a time when this antiquated practice was the one and only option. But today??!! Is this really necessary? Certainly not. But, why not humor me?

Something doesn’t have to be necessary, to be effective.

Doesn’t simply the thought – the visual, translate you into story land?

What marvelous stories can one conjure up with an image like this?

And then… what if you actually did light that candle…?

 

Go ahead… light your candle.

Here are 5 sure-fire, practical tips to step-up your writing.

 

1.  Take time to read... and read some more.

Intentionally expose yourself to different writing styles and genres.

Stretch yourself – get out of your comfort zone.

Familiarize yourself with authors whose work captures your attention and inspires you.

Ask yourself, “What can I learn from these authors?”

Take notes…. which brings us to our 2nd. point.

 

2.  Keep a journal.

Keeping a journal improves long-term memory retention and sharpens your ability to visualize what you are reading or hearing.

A journal is also used to document events; events with details you might wish to include in your writing at some point in time.

Write down your ideas when you think of them. Keep your pen and paper close to your candle – or laptop – or notepad – or iPad –  or cell phone.

If something catches your attention, intrigues or interests you, make a note of it.

 

3.  Join a writing group.

This group can be online or in your community.

This is an excellent way to meet fellow writers and authors.

Note: Be sure to ask them what they do to improve their writing skills. Perhaps introduce them to reading and writing by candle light.

Joining a writers group in your community has greater benefits then just the online connecting.

 

Why? You get to practice your out-loud reading skills – to present to a live audience. Every aspiring author needs this experience. Don’t bypass this important part of your writing journey. Everybody has stage fright. You’ll just have to get over it.

 

Practicing my out-loud reading skills. ©
Practicing my out-loud reading skills. ©

4.  Attend a writer’s workshop – or take a writing class every now and again.

 

Even though I had no interest in technical writing, I took a technical writing course because I knew it would improve my overall writing skills. I gained new perspectives about writing for my audience.

I also took expository writing, writing for children, essay writing, journalism, and, of course, creative writing courses.

My husband taught me script writing.

Workshops and seminars/classes are also a great way to meet other authors, writers, editors and publishers; people you need to have in your sphere of influence if you are a serious writer.

 

5. Who’s your writing buddy? 

Someone whom you can trust with your creative endeavors. Someone who will give you honest feedback. Someone who’s rooting for you. Someone who’ll light that candle with you.

And you can do the same for them.

 

 

Why Do We Love Fairy Tales ?

My rendition of “Little Red Riding Hood” © – Pencil sketch & colored in Photoshop

Good Fairy tales are DANGEROUS and often FRIGHTENING!!

 

So why then, do we love fairy tales so much?

 

The TV show Once Upon A Time, has captured many a fairy tale/fantasy fan’s time and attention.

I admit I am one such fan. Sometimes I love where the creators are going with the story; other times… not so much…

 

Why are fairy tales so appealing?

Why do they have the power to shake the heart, mind and soul to the very core?

 

Let’s look at the characteristics of fairy tales…

 

Fairy tales:

  • Teach lessons and impart values.
  • Are direct and simple enough for a child to grasp
  •                  but are also
  • deep, solid and sound to the core, with meaning and wisdom that speaks to the mature.
  • Are timeless and seamless, crossing all boundaries and cultures.
  • Include a conflict that needs to be solved.
  • Include magic/fantasy/supernatural elements – helping us to transcend our belief system for a moment in time, and allow us to think outside of the box.
  • Make heroes out of the rejected, lonely, unnoticed, the imperfect.

Let’s take a break here and ask George McDonald, (one of my favorite authors) Why do you always write about princesses?

His answer – “…every little girl is a princess, and there would be no need to say anything about it, except that she is always in danger of forgetting her rank, and behaving as if she had grown out of the mud.” 

Moving on…

  • Fairy tales teach us perseverance, faithfulness, courage, kindness, love, and sacrifice, (among other things).
  • They teach us about life and death, good and evil.
  • The good and happy endings are reflections of our hope of heaven.
  • These good endings do not come without a price.
  • And what about the evil and harsh endings? What do they teach us?
  • We live in a fallen world, and evil is all around us. That is our reality.
  • Fairy tales remind us that God lifts up the humble, (James 4:10)” but also deals with those who are proud. (Proverbs 16:5

G.K. Chesterton (1874 – 1936) says this in the biblical story Voyage. 

“…an apple is eaten, and the hope of God is gone” (p. 259). And so these tales teach us the lessons of character we need to pick up and keep on going..”

 

C.S. Lewis – in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader – the great Aslan represents both the triumphant Lion of Judah, Root of David and the Lamb –  the ultimate sacrifice for all man kind.

This wonderful Aslan tells Edmund and Lucy, “This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.” 

 Good literature is dangerous!!! And can be frightening!!!

 

Editors of “Excerpts Complete Book of Everyday Christianity” Robert Banks and R. Paul Stevens say this about fairy tales… “…Any good literature is dangerous and often frightening, because it forces us to deal with these questions-and thus more deeply with spiritual issues.”

I would have to agree.

You can find me on Facebook here: 

Carrie Wachsmann – StoryTeller 

Roadblocks to Hell 

(I share storytelling tips and bits of my writing journey)

 

Watch Once Upon a Time – 

 

Little Red Riding Hood 2 - Carrie Wachsmann ©
Little Red Riding Hood 2 – Carrie Wachsmann ©

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Newfies to the Rescue – Tales of the Newfoundland dog

 

 

52 page book – NEWFIES to the RESCUE – Tales of the Newfoundland dog

is now available on Amazon here: 

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Visit Newfies to the Rescue FACEBOOK page here.

 

Back in March, 2016…

I am putting the finishing touches on the cover of: 

NEWFIES to the RESCUE 

 

In this 52 page book, you will find remarkable stories of very exceptional Newfoundland dogs – both tales of yesteryear and tales of today. 

 

When our kids were teens, our daughter did a research paper on the Newfoundland dog.

The result – 2 beautiful, unforgettable Newfies joined the family!

 

Panda Bear & Dandie Lion

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And what a trip it was…

 

 

 

(1 of 20 sketches and photos inside this book)

 

And… that is why I wrote this book.

The Newfoundland dog is a fascinating breed with a fascinating history.

Bred for water rescue, hauling heavy loads, acting as nannies, and even serving in the war, these dogs not only make excellent working dogs, but also make exceptional family pets.

Many extraordinary events involving the intriguing Newfoundland have been recorded throughout history.

 

Did you know the course of world history may have been changed had it not been for the lifesaving instinct of a Newfie?

(Very SOON – Available on Amazon, paper & kindle)

You can find me on Facebook here:  – Carrie Wachsmann – Storyteller 

& here: Roadblocks to Hell – book

 

A Horse Whisperer Who Rescues Percherons

 

 

Horse whisperer, Mel and his wife Irene, live on a farm near Steinbach, Manitoba.

This is the story of the Percheron draft horses they rescue. 

 

The Rush’s farm is a sanctuary for these large magnificent draft horses. There is little use for these horses in our day and age, and so they are often left unattended in the farmers’ fields. Lack of care and attention results in a very powerful, wild and unmanageable animal.

Mel is a true horse whisperer. He rescues Percherons and takes on the challenge of taming these powerful beasts. With both patience and love they become useful and gentle creatures.

On several occasions over the Christmas holiday season, I’ve had opportunity to visit the farm. Each time I am treated to a old fashioned sleigh ride drawn by two powerful draft horses. The first time it was Silver and Dollar who were hitched to the sleigh.

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Oh what fun it is to ride, in a two-horse open sleigh… – Carrie ©

That day Mel told me of the latest acquired two-year-old Percheron named Diamond.

Diamond had spent his entire life out in some farmer’s field. He was wild and tough and full of fire. No one could touch him. Without attention his life would be a short one. With great difficulty they were able to catch him and have him transported to the Rush’s farm.

When I first saw Diamond, he was running free and wild in the fields at his new home. Mel stated that at this time, all attempts at getting near the horse were futile. The horse had been with them for several months.

A year passed and I once again visit the farm.

Mel hitches up two beautiful black Percherons to the sleigh and we are ready for another ride through the acres of fresh snow and bush land.

He hands ME the reigns!

I take them… and feel the thrill of the ride in a whole new way.

Mel tells me that the horse on the left is Diamond.

 

Diamond & Silver - Carrie ©
Diamond & Silver – Carrie ©

Diamond!

I am astonished. This horse was gentle and intelligent, attentive and eager to work – and loving every minute of pulling the load behind him. Diamond was transformed.

“How did you do it?” I ask.

Mel tells me how they had finally lassoed Diamond and then wrapped the end of the rope around a large tree trunk. Seemingly effortlessly, Diamond pulled the tree and dragged it around the field until he was exhausted.

The battle of the wills had been won. Now they were able to bridle him and lead him quietly to the barn. Soon Diamond’s natural gentle nature and love of companionship rose to the surface under the kind and expert hand of the horse whisperer, Mel.

 

Come along for the ride …

This is Sedra.

 Rush’s beautiful 6 month old Bernard. She was a delight to have on the ride with us. She’d race ahead, then sit patiently for our sleigh to catch up.

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Waiting for the sleigh – Carrie ©

 

Sedra rescuing someone who fell off the wagon…

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Sedra rescuing one who “fell off the wagon” – Carrie ©

 

Do you know what this is called or what it was used for?

Antique in the snow - Carrie ©
Antique in the snow – Carrie ©

I think it’s a manure spreader.

 

Looks like a Chevy under that blanket of snow…

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Antique car – snow bound – Carrie ©

 

Back at the farm…

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Looking for sugar cubes – Carrie ©

 

For more inspiring stories of hope, check out my author’s Storyteller site.

 

You can find me on Facebook here:  – Carrie Wachsmann – Storyteller 

& here: Roadblocks to Hell – book

About ROADBLOCKS to HELL

My latest published work, Roadblocks to Hell is now available on Amazon.com and on CreateSpace.

 

Fiction, based on a true story,

Roadblocks to Hell is an arresting, drama filled, and redemptive narrative

 

Author’s Notes

Roadblocks to Hell is based on a true story.

Convicted of trying to kill the police chief at 15, Walt faces years in adult prison.

This is the compelling story of Walther Colt, headed down the dark and dangerous road of life in prison –  without parole.

Cali, a young Mennonite girl from a strict religious background remains his only friend.

Can she help? How will she help?

Follow Cali, and her family, as they spend decades investing in his life – in and out of prison.

Follow them as they  learn to love and appreciate Walt as a friend, true and loyal to the end.

Some elements have been fictionalized. The author follows the characters’ lives and activities as documented or remembered. Dialogue and thoughts are created to depict each individual character’s nature, their belief systems and their reactions to the events depicted in the story.

Names have been changed but the stories are based on actual events.

In some cases, dialogue (quotes sometimes used) is from notes taken during interviews with individuals portrayed in the story. The prison interviews and the funeral service, for example, are mainly verbatim.

Some scenes are reconstructed from newspaper articles.

One of my goals was to help the reader understand why a Mennonite girl from a strict religious background would connect and stay connected with this angry, rebellious man whose life was so antithetical to that of her own.

Born into poverty and heading down a dangerous and tragic road, how will this young man’s life end?

The purpose of this book?

Carrie Writes:

“I wanted to offer hope to those who have loved ones traveling down a similar, self-destructive road.

I wanted to offer encouragement to those already on that road; that your life has a purpose, can change and can become meaningful.

I wanted to help the reader understand why a Mennonite girl from a strict religious background would connect and stay connected with this angry, rebellious man whose life was so antithetical to that of her own.”

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A Peek Inside?

 

Here’s an EXCERPT from ROADBLOCKS to HELL

Chapter 19

Walt’s Travels

September 1971

The September Sun was still high in the sky as the young man ran. He ran like the wind, swift and sure footed across the grassy fields and through the muddy ditches. He ran like his very life depended on it.

Chest heaving, Walt stopped for a moment to catch his breath. Seeing a culvert he ducked into it, thankful for the protection it provided. From here he could survey the landscape quite nicely. He would head for the farm house about a half mile or so up the road. Beyond that he could see a cluster of trees. Taking a deep breath he did one more, check – check – check, triple check, before resuming his run.

Ahh, he had made a good choice. He could use that shirt hanging on the line. From behind the protection of several alders, he carefully scanned the yard and its contents. The place was quiet. He spotted one vehicle, but no movement, no one looking out the kitchen window. So far no dog. Luck was on his side it seemed.

He ran to the clothes line and grabbed the shirt. With no time to spare, he whipped it on and rolled up the sleeves.

A little big, but it would do.

Every moment of freedom was worth the price he would pay should he be captured. The things he had experienced at the hands of sick and hardened criminals was more than his wounded heart could endure. Today had been the last straw. Today he had done something about it. And that was why he had to break out.

He would have to keep going. Time was precious. Any moment now, the Stony Mountain head counters would know he was missing.

Highway traffic hummed in the distance. All he needed was a ride to the big city – mere miles away. The likelihood of being recognized in Winnipeg was almost nil. He’d keep a low profile and if people would just leave him alone…

A warm fall breeze rustled through the tall grasses around him. The smell of freedom had never been more inviting. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He would savor this moment, planting it deep inside the April 11 72 escape 5 300dpi 2recesses of his mind. He might need it some day.

His thoughts turned toward home. The familiar stomping grounds were relentless in their calling and he must answer, but first he would need a piece of hardware, and he would need ammunition.

Walt managed to hitchhike his way to Winnipeg where he eluded police long enough to acquire a dangerous weapon (a shotgun), steal a car and hold a man hostage.

Although at the time Walt would have strongly disagreed, someone upstairs was looking out for him that day. His hostage was cool, calculating and calm, something Walt did not expect. eventually, Walt let down his guard and that’s when his captive overpowered him.

Walt’s brief break for freedom cost him dearly; a further two long years tacked onto his already lengthy sentence.

Back in the “safety” of solitary confinement, an unremorseful Walt stewed in his thoughts for revenge. Once again he resolved that one day he would get even, and one day he would live in a world without bars.

 

About the author:

Born into a Mennonite family, Carrie spent her childhood in a small farming community in southern Manitoba. With only a few remaining inhabitants, Horndean was once a thriving little community. At one time Main Street boasted two grocery/general stores, two auto mechanic garages, grandfather’s feed mill, grain elevator, egg grading station, post office, church and school. Grandpa’s barn and homestead still stands, now owned and cared for by strangers.

At the age of fifteen, Carrie’s family moved to Steinbach, Manitoba. After she married, she and her husband moved to British Columbia, where they still make their home in charming Abbotsford.

Carrie’s interest in the arts began as a young girl. An imaginative child, she loved to draw, read, write and listen to stories. Their school library consisted of a mere three short shelves of books, not nearly enough to satisfy her need for creative reading and story-telling.

After school Carrie would often run home to sit down beside their old fashioned, console radio and listen to Aunt Ollie – a half hour program where Aunt Ollie read fables, mysteries and other delightful tales.

Carrie’s passion for storytelling and desire to create continued after marriage and children. She took several writing courses as well as pursuing painting, drawing and film making.

Her love and passion for Jesus is evident in all her artistic endeavors. She writes for both adults and children, fantasy and adventure being her favorite.

The story of Walt was a story she had on her heart to write since his death in 2008. It is her hope and belief that this redemptive story will be an encouragement and give hope to the reader.

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