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Here is the recap of Writing the Next Line. I posted a short piece and you guys added to the story. This is awesome. You guys always do so well. You would think we like writing or something.
The authors--Theresa Milstein,Kelly Lyman, Amie McCracken,Piedmont Writer , Matthew Rush, Erica Mitchell-Spickard, Talli Roland, Amie B, Kat O'Keeffe, Jen
I pushed the scraper against the wall trying to lift a corner of the ugly brown flower wallpaper.
I applied more pressure to the handle."I swear this is never going to come off."
"It will, you just have to use your muscles." Ryan laughed.
"Thanks for helping me, but I don't need you giving me orders." I squinted, pointing the scraper at him.
Ryan shook his head smiling. "Can I try?"
"Sure. Let's see your muscles flex." I teased.
He took the scraper from my hand and pressed it into the wall. The edge of the blade scratched the surface of the paper. He grunted, pushing the small tool harder into the wall.
"I think I got some." He gritted through his teeth.
"Don't hurt yourself." I smiled.
"Uh oh." He stepped back as plaster crumbled to the floor. When the dust cleared a large hole formed.
"Uh oh is right." I looked over at him, his eyes wide in surprise.
"I'm sorry, Abby. I'll fix it." He scratched his head.
I glanced back at the hole, squinting, because I couldn't believe my eyes. "Is that a small door?"
Ryan tilted his body forward, which almost made him tip over because of his crouched position. "Yeah, it reminds me of Alice in Wonderland."
We looked at one another. Without saying a word, we used our hands to remove the plaster, which easily disintegrated like dismantling a sand sculpture.
He lifted a bottle at the base of the door, his mouth agape. Reading the label "Drink Me", I murmured, "Abby in Wonderland."
I shrugged my shoulders and raised the bottle to my lips. With my head titled back and eyes shut tight, I swallowed the thick, bitter liquid.
Within seconds, my world changed.
Ryan was shrinking away from me. I held my hand out to him, but he looked past me like I wasn't even there.
The room spun and a kaleidoscope of color surrounded me. I reached out blindly for Ryan but I couldn't seem to find him.
My perception flipped inside out and suddenly I was looking at myself ... from outside myself. Ryan was staring at me, with a terrified look on his face.
Then my consciousness returned to my body and Ryan calmed down as the plaster around the hole continued to crumble at an alarming pace.
Another message began to reveal itself in the plaster. I had enough time to read it before it crumbled away.
My eyes filled with tears as the message fell to the floor. Ryan looked terrified. We had to make a decision. Fast.
I grabbed Ryan's hand and pulled him through the tiny opening. The rough door-way scraped my shoulders but I forced us through. Inside, it was musty, dark and warm.
It smelled like mushrooms. Which made me really hungry for some pizza.
God, I would've killed for some pizza. Cheesy, melty, fresh-from-the-oven pizza...
Where was I? Oh, right. I walked through the tunnel, quickening my pace when I saw a flicker of light up ahead.
Following the flicker of light I could feel Ryan trembling, not exactly a place I wanted to be where we were both frightened.
Beautiful colors shaped as we walked, a path of tiles, I only wondered where it would lead.
Have a great day!
