I pulled up and parked in the driveway , behind Harry 's beat up old Chrysler . As I approached the front door , I saw that it was ajar . Strange . I pushed the door open all the way and called out for Harry and for Lainie . I listened . There was a sound , but I couldn 't quite place it . I stepped inside and called again . He was lying on his back , eyes staring sightlessly up at the ceiling . His face and chest were covered in blood . There was a butcher knife sticking out of his belly . " It 'll be okay . The police are on the way . Don 't worry . " I wanted to reassure them both , although I knew that nothing would be okay for them . Martin said , " Lainie was gettin ' beat up by her dad again . I walked in on it and lost my temper . I didn 't mean to kill him . I just wanted him to stop hurting her . " The police arrived and burst into the house . Over the next hour or more , Lainie and Martin were led away , and Harry 's body was examined as was the crime scene . I had to explain what I 'd seen and heard and then I too was escorted to the police station . It was several hours before I was released . The officers told me that Martin would be held in jail , and that Lainie was free to go . I offered to take her home to my place . She agreed . I had to make a stop at the house , and a police officer escorted Lainie inside so that she could get some clothes and other things . When she came out , she climbed into my truck . Lainie nodded . She stared straight ahead as I drove off . We arrived at my cabin and we went inside . I cooked up a meal and Lainie ate . By this time , she seemed to be coming out of the daze she 'd been in . " It 's okay , Lainie . Of course you were scared , but you 'll be safe now . You 're welcome to stay here as long as you need to . " Lainie thanked me and then she volunteered that she had her job at Jensen 's and had to be at work the next day . I told her to call Mrs . Jensen and tell her what had happened . I was sure she wouldn 't expect Lainie to work . Mrs . Jensen was more than sympathetic to the situation . She had , as the whole town had , already heard about the killing . She told Lainie to take the rest of the week off , and come in for work the following Monday . Martin 's trial was a few months later . Both Kate and Lainie sat with me as the case proceeded . Martin 's parents both testified to Martin 's kindness and gentleness and that seemed to affect the jury . At the end , Martin was given a short sentence , due to the circumstances of Harry 's death . I think that when Lainie testified about her dad 's cruelty to her , the jury felt sorry for her and even looked on Martin as a hero . When Martin was released from prison and came back to town , he didn 't stay around very long . His parents sent him off to college . I heard that he did well there , and found that he had a gift for computer science . I sighed . Martin was in college , the girls were together . Maybe it was time I found someone who would want to share my cabin . There must be some woman out there who 'd like living in the country . Maybe I 'd sign up on one of those dating services . Who knew what tomorrow might bring ? Even for an old guy like me . I rubbed my chin and thought maybe I 'd shave off my beard . It was time I started looking a little less like a mountain man . The story was created as I went along , not planned out , and the chapters show that unfortunately . But , there is something to be said for just writing without too much of a plan . Sometimes the characters take over and do what they wish to do , unruly people . Tagscharacters , creative writing , original I went home and tore up the job application . What else could I have done ? I wanted a job ; Lainie needed it . I checked my phone for messages when I came out of the bathroom . Nothing . I 'd been hoping to hear from a friend , Jordan . His parents owned a resort several miles out of town . They had need of someone to help out with snow clearing and janitorial work inside the lodge . A lot of people booked in to ski and while I didn 't ski , Jordan did . He was a real athlete and I envied him the collection of girls that always hung around him . In the morning , Mom was cooking breakfast when I came downstairs . I still hadn 't heard anything from Jordan . I guessed I 'd have to look for work in town after all . He handed me a green apron , so large that I could tie it around my waist three times . It looked clean enough . Mr . Harrison had a reputation in town for being reliable and good to his customers and staff . I felt lucky to be part of his " team " as he called his employees . He led me into the back and introduced me to Paul , who had been ahead of me two years in high school . He was a big guy . He 'd played football and was a member of the winning state team . They 'd gone all the way to the semi finals the last year he played . " I 'll show you around and then I gotta get back to cutting up meat . That skill can wait for another day , but I 'll teach you . No worries . " Paul and I removed our aprons and went for lunch next door at Maxine 's . She had a small lunch counter and made good coffee . I had a ham and cheese sandwich with fries , and Paul had a steak sandwich . We chatted a bit , and Paul asked me about Lainie . " Yeah , he had to leave his job and then the bills started to pile up . I had a choice and I made it . I 'm not sorry . Shawna and I are gonna get married next June . " We went back to work . The rest of the day flew by . I had a lot of cleaning and scrubbing to do but nothing I couldn 't handle . At the end of the day , I walked home , pleased that I 'd be able to tell Mom and Dad I was now a member of the workforce . " Good for you , " she said . " Your dad said you were going to come home with good news . That man sure does dote on you , Martin . " " I know . After - " she hesitated a moment , before she went on , " after your brother running away , I think he 's put all his hopes on you . Sometimes I think it 's too big a burden for you to have to bear . " Where , oh where is this story going I wonder ? The ski hill and Jordan just popped in there this week . Let 's see if Bert gets cleaned up and whether or not poor Lainie can get some much needed self confidence … Tagscharacters , creative writing , stories , writing I dropped Lainie off at her dad 's but I sure was sorry to have to do it . I had my suspicions all along that she might not last out at my place , working for me , but I hoped she would settle in . At least then she 'd be away from her dad . I knew the man wasn 't all there in some ways . He hadn 't been right since he came back off active duty . PTSD or something I think . It didn 't take him long to start in on the booze . After his wife died , there was only Lainie to take care of him . I think he resented it . That he needed to be taken care of . It can be hard for a proud man to need help from anyone . And his daughter - what made it worse was that Harry told me a long time ago that he didn 't believe Lainie was his . I nodded and we finished our beers . Harry called for more , and we spent the rest of that night in the bar drinking and commiserating with each other . I was a good twenty years younger than Harry . I 'd met him when I started to go into the bar when I turned twenty one . He was sort of a father figure I suppose . My own dad walked out one night when I was eight years old , to get cigarettes . He never came back . Mom refused to talk about him when he was gone . I grew up thinking I 'd done something to make my dad leave me and Mom . " Some men just can 't take responsibility , Bert . Some men have to walk away . Me , I never did , even when I thought my kid wasn 't mine . I stayed . Watched Jenna die . Hated that . " Harry stopped going to the bars soon after that . He 'd got mugged walking home one night and that sort of scared him , I think . Me , I wasn 't much of a drinker anyways , and one DWI was enough . I got off with a fine that I really couldn 't afford , and a tow fee for my old truck . Learned my lesson . When Lainie stopped me on the street outside Mayer 's one day , and asked if I had need of a housekeeper , I said , " Sure do . " It was more because I felt sorry for the kid , than requiring help . She was all ready three days later , when I pulled up at their house , and Harry opened the door . He nodded to me and said , " She won 't last . Too incompetent . Too childish . " I ignored what he said , and turned to Lainie who stood with her head down , and her face hidden . I wondered if she were trying not to cry . Poor kid . " Let 's get the truck loaded with your things , Lainie , " I said , picking up her backpack and her old brown suitcase . She had a big paper bag too , which she carried out to the truck . Harry followed us , and he said a gruff , " Good bye . I bet I see you within days , girl . " Lainie 's shoulders drooped . I said to her , " Lainie , hop in . We 'll stop at the food store for some supplies before I take you home . " I drove down the street and turned onto Main . The Red and White foodstore was crowded with shoppers . They were offering a big sale for the fourth of July celebrations that were coming in a couple of days . I let Lainie shop mostly . She seemed to know what foods we 'd need . She chattered away to me , and I noticed how she was different when her dad wasn 't around . We headed back to my place , then , and hauled the stuff into the cabin . She carried her fair share , and I was surprised to see how strong the kid was . She was so thin and waif like . It took three tries to write this chapter . Everything I wrote before was too predictable and not in the least interesting . I decided to go back and explore the other characters a little - Bert and Lainie 's father , Harry . I have dyslexia , so it 's a challenge to read most of the time . I got the message , though . They wanted to hire somebody . Maybe that somebody could be me . I straightened my leather jacket and entered the store . Mrs . Jensen knows me from church . I go there with my parents , even though I resent it . I figure I 'm too old to be seen with them . I 'm nearly eighteen . " I could . Would it be okay if I take it home and bring it back later ? " I asked because my mom would help me fill out the form . Like I said , I 've got dyslexia . " Sure , Martin . " Mrs . Jensen reached in below the cash register and brought out a sheet of paper . I took it from her and promised I 'd bring it back soon . By this time , we had got to the coffee shop , and I said goodbye to Kate . She went into the building and I walked home . The leaves were crunchy beneath my feet . I liked the noise . Probably off to play whist , I thought . She and dad retired a couple of years ago . Did I mention that I am a late baby ? My mom and dad were both over forty when I was born . They 've always seemed old to me . I knew mom would help me fill out the application . I needed a job . Not because I needed money . Dad made sure I received a generous allowance every week . I wanted to work because I wanted to feel normal . Other kids I knew had jobs , why not me ? I was going off to college next year , and I wanted some work experience of some sort to add to my college applications . I already volunteered to help special needs kids through our church . If this job panned out , I 'd be all set , I thought . My room was my sanctuary . Mom and dad trusted me to clean it when required , and neither of my parents ever went in there . It was my place . I switched on my radio and listened to the news and then some music . I was really too excited over the possibility of getting this job . I wasn 't sure why . I must be an idiot to be this worked up . Anyone my age already had worked a couple of different places . I was the only one I knew who hadn 't . Maybe I had a right to be excited then . Most of the kids at school thought we had something going on , but we didn 't . I wouldn 't mind though . I had hopes that something would bring us closer together . We met in third grade , when I moved here , and we 'd bonded over a stray kitten we found walking home from school . Lainie had taken it in , and I knew she 'd taken some comfort in doing that . After her mom died , she had only the cat . Her dad did nothing but yell at her , it seemed to me . I avoided going over there unless there was no choice . Most times I 'd come to the door , and we 'd leave right away . We 'd go out to Mayer 's and have coffee or a soda and talk for hours . We were lucky that the owners didn 't mind us staying so long . They were an older couple , who loved their work . I put down my phone and sighed . No way was I going to try and take that job now . I supposed I 'd have to go out tomorrow and start at one end of Main Street to the other , asking at every shop if they needed help . Might come up with something . I took a shower and changed . Mom was home by the time I went downstairs . She greeted me and told me she 'd won at whist . She was beaming . I knew she wasn 't that good a player and she usually lost , so I gave her a hug and congratulated her . " Mom , I need your help to fill out an application for a job at the hardware store . Can you help me with it ? Not tonight , though . I gotta meet Lainie . " Mom told me that was fine and then Dad came home . Before I left , he offered to help Mom make dinner . He was a bit miffed that I wasn 't going to be there for dinner . He likes our " family time " , he calls it . I left the house . I got to Lainie 's and rang the bell . Her Dad answered the door , and glared at me . He 'd once accused me of laziness and being " spoilt " , which in some ways I knew was justified . Still , there was no need to be rude about it . I didn 't tell him so , though . I wanted to stay friends with Lainie . Lainie came out of the house and we walked along the street . She stooped and picked up some dried leaves and tossed them at me . The rest of the way to Main Street , we took turns throwing leaves at each other . Then we got to Mayer 's . There was only one table left , off in a corner near the kitchen door . We didn 't mind . We sat down and Kate took our order . She grinned at the two of us , but kept her distance . The Mayer 's don 't allow their staff to gab with the customers . Lainie 's dad walked in . He strode over to our little table and pulled a chair around from the next table . He sat down and glared at me . " Well , don 't keep my girl out to late , eh ? She 's got housework to do tomorrow . Hasn 't done the laundry all week . Lazy . " Lainie was quiet . She stared at her coffee mug . I reached over and put my hand under her chin , so that she was forced to look at me . Tagscreative writing , original , writing It wasn 't as dark as it could have been . It wasn 't as cold as it could have been . It was late November and in this part of the country that meant snowfall at anytime . I pulled my thin wool jacket tighter around me , and continued to walk towards the cabin . I was afraid to go back . I was afraid to leave . The wind had picked up and I felt it blow through my hair , left long and loose , partly because I avoided going to the lone hair stylist in Coric Springs . It shuffled the small scrub trees back and forth and leaves fell to the ground . I stopped and picked one up . It was gold and red with a last bit of green at one edge . The trees were losing leaves and I was fast losing my resolve . I walked up the steps and opened the slatted wood door . Light flowed out into the dusk . He sat at the wood table , chair pulled up close . He whittled a piece of wood . It would be some sort of bird , I thought . He always made birds . His head came up as I entered the room . The light from the lamp behind him shone on his long tousled hair . He grinned . His beard , long , matted and shaggy , shook as he laughed . " Ha ! I knew you 'd be back quick . Too cold out there this time of night . Only the foxes and the wolves like it . Skunks too I guess . " " Okay , I 'll tell your pop that you just ain 't cut out for backwoods living . Go upstairs and gather your stuff . I 'll drive you home . " I followed his instructions . I had little to pack . My tattered copy of Moby Dick , a Bible that had been my Mother 's , and a few clothes , jeans and sweaters and tops . I struggled to carry my tote and my backpack . I reached the bottom of the staircase , and he took both away from me and strode to the door . He grabbed his red and black plaid jacket from a hook on the wall . He opened the door and went out . I followed him . His words rang in my ears . " No matter what I do for you , you fail . You 're a loser . I 'm ashamed to call you my daughter . What would your mother say ? She 'd be ashamed of you . You have no future . You 'll be a loser all your life . " " Not this time , " I thought . " I won 't let him say it . " But how to stop him from the verbal tirade ? My shoulders hunched and I pulled my jacket close . It was warm in the truck . Bert had turned on the heat , for which I was grateful . I told him so . " Well , we can 't have a lady gettin ' cold , can we ? " He grinned at me . At least he had no hard feelings about my leaving . He 'd hired me to stay with him and do the cooking and the cleaning , milk the cows and gather eggs , and be company for him on long winter nights . I couldn 't stand the isolation . I was a town girl . " No way . No lady 's doing that on my watch . " Bert pushed open his door and got out . He took my things out of the truck bed and walked with me to the house . He set the bags down , as I knocked on the door . He didn 't ask why I felt the need to knock . The door opened . My dad stood there , a beer in his right hand and the TV remote in his left . His balding head sprouted a few stubborn grey hairs that indicated he hadn 't seen a barber in a while . I thought the comparison between his hair and mine almost funny . But it wasn 't . Not really . It meant that neither of us were making an effort to maintain ourselves . We both missed Mom in our own ways , I guess . " I gotta get back , " he said to Pop . He nodded at me and left the house . Pop slammed the door shut almost before I was able to step inside . " You are a disgrace , " he said . He made his way back to his faded blue recliner and plopped down in it . He set his beer beside him on the end table . He glared at me . " Well , your room 's still there . Might as well go up . Just leave me alone tonight , eh ? I have to decide what I 'm gonna do about you . " I took my backpack and put it over my shoulders , and picked up the bag . I said good night to my Pop before I made my way up the stairs . My old room hadn 't changed . I didn 't cry . That 's one thing I am proud about . Instead , I got up and unpacked my books and my clothes . I went to the bathroom and put away my face cleanser and my toothbrush . Pop had his bathroom in the master suite , so this one , opening into the hall was , in essence , mine . He still looked in though , once in a while , to check if the room was clean . He left it to me to look after that and I would be in trouble if there was even a hair in the sink . Morning came , and I woke to sunshine streaming through my window . I loved the east facing room . I had a shower and dressed in a pair of leggings and a denim tunic top . I went downstairs to the kitchen . Pop sat at the table , drinking coffee from his double sized mug . Mom bought it for him for Christmas , a year or so before she got sick . " I 'm headin ' down to Mayer 's for coffee with the guys . " He left the room , my voice trailing after him , as I said , " Okay , Pop . See you later . " I heard the front door slam . I felt my muscles relax . I hadn 't realized how tensed up I was until that happened . If only I could have been content staying at Bert 's . But that was not a job for someone young like me . No , I could do better . At least Pop hadn 't called me out for failing yet again . I knew it would come though . If not today , then tonight or tomorrow . There was no telling with Pop when the bad mood would hit . The sun had disappeared behind a cloud , by the time I headed out for the hardware store . It was a nice walk despite the threat of rain . I loved the smell of the leaves as they fell from the trees , and the crunch of dry leaves under my feet as I walked . Old Mr . Allport was raking when I passed his house , and he waved a hand at me . " Thank you for your help , Lainie . I couldn 't seem to get it through those boys ' heads what they needed . Guess they thought I was some dumb old woman . " " Look , Lainie . I 'll be honest with you . Turning up here to apply for a job dressed like that , " and she pointed at my leggings and then my hair , " won 't cut it . Now , if you were to dress in a nice pair of denims and a nice blouse and braid your hair , or even have it trimmed , I 'd consider your application . I don 't mean to be harsh with you . I know it 's been hard since your mom passed , but really , Lainie , you need to grow up . " Kate turned and continued down the street . I watched her for a minute , and wondered why a promotion at Mayer 's didn 't excite me very much . I thought I was a proud and picky person to not share in Kate 's excitement . Now had she been promoted to manager , I supposed I should be impressed . But shift manager ? " I will , right away . " I got up from the sofa and went into the kitchen . Good thing mom had taught me how to cook , because Pop had no idea . This is Chapter 1 of a story . I plan to add Chapters as I go along . Let 's see where the story takes us , shall we ? Tagsbeginnings , character , creative writing , endings , inspiration , nostalgia , plot , the end , the start Many years ago , when I was a child , my mother and I watched a movie ( or perhaps it was a short drama program ) on television . The story was about a woman who loved a man from afar . She existed on the edges of his life , witnessing the important events of his life , but she was never introduced to him and never did she have a relationship with him , except for in her own mind . At the end of the show , she died , an old woman . In her last hours , the man read a letter she had written to him , but when he arrived at her home she had died . As the credits rolled , the screen showed " The Beginning " instead of the expected " The End . " When one reads a short story or a novel , the ending should be memorable . That 's not to say that we , as writers , must kill our characters or make them suffer at the end . The end , though , should resolve our characters ' dilemmas and problems . I love a happy ending , but I rarely write them , at least so far . My characters won 't have it ! Not yet . It well may be that as I develop as a writer , these unruly persons will fall into line and agree to become happy at last . I can only hope . There . I have ended with an upbeat note ! Tagscharacter , country , creative writing , inspiration , plot , resolutions So … . what does everyone think of this idea ? A blog post that is " written " by a character from the author 's writing . I think it 's a great suggestion . ( Thanks Facebook pages ) . I hate the way my former schoolmate has got famous . Okay , so not famous like across the country famous . But popular , let 's say , in my hometown . She 's got Followers for godsakes . On Facebook . She has a band , a country and oldies rock band . And she 's the lead female singer . She 's the only female in the band . Like she 's always wanted the attention and now she 's soaking it up , while I work in an automotive shop as the general clerk and gofer . If I was less sure of myself , I 'd probably be jealous . I 'm not though . Jealous I mean . I am proud of the way I got out of my depression , when I was bullied in high school and got enough confidence to find a job where I have to meet the public every day . We ran into each other one day , and that meeting made me stop and think . I wanted to improve myself so that she won 't ever be able to feel all superior again . I will do it . I 'll lose weight and fix my hair and buy new clothes and then I 'll feel better about myself . Tagscreative writing , life It wasn 't easy for the Heavyfoots to adjust to their new way of life . For instance , Mr . Heavyfoot liked to shoot turkeys and partridge for his supper . Now , he had only pigeons and crows around the apartment building . When his habits got the best of him , and he loaded up the rifle and fired at the pigeons , a police car arrived and an officer had a long talk with him about firing off a gun in the city limits . Mrs . Heavyfoot flounced to the sofa and sat down with a thump . It was an old sofa . She turned on the television and ignored Mr . Heavyfoot . He went out to the balcony . He wondered if the lady across the way was home yet . Mrs . Heavyfoot didn 't know about his spying . She spent her time either watching television , cleaning the apartment ( for she liked the newness of it all and the way the rooms looked when they were neat and tidy - so different from the home they 'd left . For it was bare wood boards on the walls and no amount of cleaning could make the place as appealing as this place . ) Mr . Heavyfoot continued at his post on the balcony , except when it rained . Then , he brought the telescope indoors and took it apart and cleaned it . He knew that his gazing at the woman over the way was wrong , and he knew that he might even warrant another visit from a police officer , but he was hooked , as surely as the fish he loved to catch . " Good . It would be appreciated . Have a nice day . " With that , the tall woman turned and walked down the hall , followed by the chubby man . Tagscountry , creative writing , life , original Mr . and Mrs . Heavyfoot lived far out in the " boonies " as it was called by their urban acquaintances . They lived off the land for the most part . They hunted and fished and made use of fur pelts for winter clothing . They bought only the necessities when they came into town . Things like sugar and salt and flour , although Mr . Heavyfoot told his wife he thought she should try making homemade flour . Mrs . Heavyfoot pursed her lips and snorted at Mr . Heavyfoot . She didn 't mind their lifestyle , except when it came to things like flour making . She told her husband that if he wanted flour , he could build a mill , something she knew he would not do . Most of their time was taken up with looking after the cows and chickens , hunting and fishing , and gardening . It was just before planting time when Mr . and Mrs . Heavyfoot came into town for supplies . They made their usual stop at the post office , and the couple was surprised to receive a letter . It was a large envelope , brown in color . Mr . Heavyfoot ripped it open and took out the sheet of paper it contained while they were in the post office . It was unlike any mail they received , for they mostly got garden catalogs and catalogs from LLBean . " Darn right . It 's always been a dream of mine to live in the city . Maybe not forever , but we gotta try it out anyway . " Mr . Heavyfoot traveled into the city and met with the lawyer at his office . He was given a tour of the apartment , which was on the fourth floor and required an elevator ride . Mr . Heavyfoot was excited when he saw the view from the apartment windows . " I can dang near see the whole city ! " he exclaimed . He grinned at the lawyer and the lawyer smiled back . The man said little , but let Mr . Heavyfoot examine the place . And so it was that Mr . and Mrs . Heavyfoot gathered their meager belongings and brought them into the city later that month . They managed this by bringing a wagon attached to the garden tractor . Mr . Heavyfoot arranged to leave the tractor at the gas station , and told Ernie Watts that he 'd pay him a storage fee every six months , until the couple knew whether or not they wanted to stay or head back to the homestead . Mrs . Heavyfoot unpacked their clothing , such as it was , and hung it up in the closet in one of the two spacious bedrooms . Mr . Heavyfoot busied himself in looking through the telescope that was perched on the balcony . It was apparent , Mr . Heavyfoot stated to his wife , that the cousin had been interested in stargazing . When he attempted to look at the sky that first evening , though , he was disappointed to learn that the lights of the town ruined the sky and made it impossible to view the heavens . Mrs . Heavyfoot suggested that he try and view the streets instead . Ah , but that was a mistake . For Mr . Heavyfoot , upon turning and adjusting the telescope found that he had a great view of not a star nor a street , but the lady in the apartment across the way . In fact , he didn 't mention it to Mrs . Heavyfoot , but he found the lady over there did not shut her curtains when she changed her clothes , nor when she came into the bedroom after a bath or shower . While Mr . 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