During the month of April 2020, with motivation from CAMPNaNoWri to compile and edit a story each day, THAT IS 27 STORIES, Humble Heros and Worthy Women, NOW CALLED DAMSELS IN DISTRESS.
On this blog, TheStoryRealm, to post daily the character's motivation and 'why I like or dislike the tale' for the AtoZ Blog Challenge.
When each story is ready for my satisfaction with the frame, I will share as a PDF from google drive, view only.
This challenge is a dreadful venture or DARE for finishing my book series for Timeless Tales Retold. UPDATED!
Because of the stories I tell are in bit and pieces over the vast net in different phases of writing and editing, my challenge is to collect the various versions of one story and each day during April 2020. Then to combine the various bits and pieces into my best-writing with the driving emotion for the character for her survival; and if why I like this tale.
My forever goal is to download back to Scrivener on my computer for a PDF for Amazon.com’s print-on-demand and kindle. An epub format to published on Smashword.com and with @s, ISBBs, LCCNs, and maybe audio with a video trailer.
Power to Bobbie, go girl go!
As a child running and playing in the mountains of Colorado, I remember the cold snow, the bitter fog, and the bite of the blowing wind. No matter if your hands had on mitten or gloves or your head was covered after awhile the cold penetrated into your clothing. If you got wet the cold was more dangerous, freezing the cloth, which made your movement tight and hard which caused you to fall into the snow and becoming more cold and stiff. I heard stories of people freezing to death. After getting dangerous cold to the point of falling asleep, I would stagger into the house.
Of course, the rule was all clothing from outside left by the door. Taking off the stiff, frozen coats, leggings, gloves, and hat was an enduring process.
Finally, inside and the feeling of warmth to fiery hot was the best. My cheeks burned. My legs and arms moved. I could think. Death did not get me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That cold inspired the personality of Ole Fog, Boneless,
My name is Caunte, the second son of the Troll Family from the
Oakgrove gardens. Because I traveled with Prince Ivan to find his wife, I
am to tell this part of PURSUED, Vasalisa, the Frog Princess.
Luckily, as I tumbled from by home from the top of the arch on the bridge, the PortHole snatched me, and I plunged into the InBetween. Unluckily, the Ole Fog chased me, crawling and grabbing at my hair and clothing. The thickness of his anger blunted the colors and sounds. I concentrated on keeping my legs in front of me while arms and hands pushed the bitter Fog away from my head. His cold stung my eyes and ears. The bitter Fog turned into a wind and whipped ice around me. I covered my ears to block his howls and the freezing. My vision blurred. A long zap signaled an exit from the InBetween.
With a 'blip' I bounced under bare trees covered with frost. I smashed onto the iced snow harder than a pile of stones. The hour was late, the night descended. Freezing, I hid in the shadows of the frozen trees. The intriguing beauty of snow and ice exaggerated by moonlight created a
wonderland I had never witness.
