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Silverweed: Chapter 6, Episode 10 – a little red riding hood inspired web-serial

Posted: 07 Jan 2011 06:19 AM PST


"Good Day," Said The Wolf
Chapter 6 Episode 10
By Dorlana Vann




Saturday: Night
Except for the constant chill, the unfamiliar surroundings, and no cable, Aiden's day hadn't been as bad as he had expected it to be. After his mom had left, he had watched Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade on the VCR—he was a little afraid of the quality, but once it got started, he didn't notice any difference between it and a DVD—and spent some time re-reading his favorite novel by Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game, which he had packed in his suitcase.

He had made tuna sandwiches for him and his Granny for lunch, and the conversation had been nice. A little strange, but it was still cool to hear about his mom as a little girl.

"Lucille was in her room playing when I heard her scream bloody murder," Granny had said as she sat in her recliner and knitted. "I ran in there, and she was standing on her bed, pointing toward the window sill. It took me a few minutes to see that there was this tiny little spider. Can you believe she wanted me to kill it?" She shook her head. "If that you would live and thrive, let the spider run alive."

And his time alone had given him time to think and to realize, without a doubt, what he truly wanted: He wanted Summer back. He searched for the feelings that had made him screw up everything, but they had gone. Where had they come from, anyway? What had he been afraid of? Now being without her forever was the only thing he feared.

He had to apologize, soon, before that jerk Dallas, Mr. We're Just Good Friends—Yeah, right—made his move. And before she had a chance to think herself out of loving him.

He decided that his bumbling words, without being pre-considered, might do more damage than good. He wanted to write them down so that he could express exactly how he felt. He groaned when he looked at the only words he had typed: "I am stupid."

Aiden looked up from his computer when he heard Granny buzzing him. He didn't have to walk upstairs to know what she wanted. Somehow, time had flown by, and it was past the time she had requested the muffins be served. He hugged himself, rubbing his arms, and glanced at the fireplace that hadn't magically turned on yet. Granny had told him he could start a fire, but after trying for thirty minutes, he had finally given up.

It was already late, and he was starving, so he decided to make the muffins at the same time he made dinner. He went to the kitchen and searched the refrigerator for something to make. Nothing. Then he remembered what his mom had said about there being food in the basement. "Great." He closed the refrigerator door and turned toward the hall. "DUN DUN Duuuuun! The basement."

He brushed his hand up and down the wall beside the basement door but didn't find a light switch at the top of the stairs. Leaving the door open at the top so at least some of the light filtered down into the darkness, he held onto the handrail as he made his way down. When he landed at the bottom of the stairs, he stood still for a minute, barely able to make out shapes. A strange aroma assaulted his senses, making him cough a little. It didn't reek of mold or old, but it had the scent of herbs and licorice and even a hint of vinegar.

He ventured a few steps and something brushed his cheek. He swatted it away, until he realized it was string with a little knot at the end and pulled it. A light flashed on, blinding him for a second.

Rows and rows of drying herbs hung from the ceiling by lengths of twine. Some he didn't recognize, and others were familiar herbs, like parsley and cilantro.

Blinking through light-spotted vision, he located a long freezer on the far wall. He walked across the concrete floor and opened it. Inside, it housed different kinds of meat wrapped in foil and labeled in black marker. He needed something that would cook up fast and easy, so he grabbed some chicken and ground beef. He wished he had come down earlier, so the meat would have had time to thaw, but figured he could boil the chicken and serve it over rice. In case he had to cook the next night, too, he made a quick plan to thaw the ground beef in the refrigerator. He closed the lid and turned around, about to make his way back up the stairs, when something in the right-hand corner of the room caught his attention. What the...?

A very large cage with thick, round bars about six inches apart was bolted to the concrete floor and to the ceiling. The cage door came complete with a chain and a big, old-fashioned padlock, which hung unlatched. He guessed a skeleton key, like he had seen in pirate movies and such, would most likely fit inside the keyhole.

"Figures," he said. "Complete with dungeon." All kinds of theories ran through his mind all at once. Such as, one of the occupants of the house (most likely Diesel) was a deranged lunatic who kidnapped people and held them prisoner.

He backed away from the cage, grateful no one was locked inside at the moment. As he made his way up the stairs, he chuckled. "Probably a place they used to keep dogs in the winter or something."

To be continued…

Chapter 6 Episode 11 will be posted Dec. 31, 2010.

If you would you like to read the complete story now, the eBook is available for $2.99 on Nook and Kindle

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