Lockheart Manor

Lockheart Manor

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Genre: Fantasy

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Fantasy

Summary

Our story begins in a quaint little town somewhere in England, on an old, dreary road that houses several old properties. Many of them mansions, some manors, and some unfinished construction projects that never really came to completion. Though dreary, this road was clearly not poor. In fact, it was quite rich. White picket fences and red letter boxes. Autumn leaves scattered over unused roads. Rich, but not remembered. On this dreary, old and diminished road, specifically at one of the larger manor’s with a decent sized patch grass at the front - sat the road’s most popular feature: Lockheart Manor. The manor belonged to an elderly man; one with a quiet reputation for making toys, or more specifically dolls, for folk in much richer places. Though his reputation was quiet, the man, known as the dollmaker, made quite the income with his dolls. People discovered his work through word of mouth; he never advertised. His dolls were…different to those one would find in a toy store.

Summary

Our story begins in a quaint little town somewhere in England, on an old, dreary road that houses several old properties. Many of them mansions, some manors, and some unfinished construction projects that never really came to completion.

Though dreary, this road was clearly not poor. In fact, it was quite rich. White picket fences and red letter boxes. Autumn leaves scattered over unused roads. Rich, but not remembered.

On this dreary, old and diminished road, specifically at one of the larger manor’s with a decent sized patch grass at the front - sat the road’s most popular feature: Lockheart Manor.

The manor belonged to an elderly man; one with a quiet reputation for making toys, or more specifically dolls, for folk in much richer places.

Though his reputation was quiet, the man, known as the dollmaker, made quite the income with his dolls. People discovered his work through word of mouth; he never advertised. His dolls were…different to those one would find in a toy store.

Chapter10 (v.1) - Chapter Ten

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Submitted: June 02, 2016

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The moon was at a semi crescent that night, and what little light there was shimmered in silver rays down onto the cut grass Lorrie stepped onto. The night air smelled fresh; crisp, and cool. Nothing like the big, dreary manor she’d come from.

Lorrie’s feet took her to the unused path that ran it’s way through the garden. It was grown over, and what was once cobblestone was now mostly moss and grass down to a lack of usage and proper care. Lorrie knew that she would want to take care of that for the family.

Before she knew it, Lorrie had come to the middle of the garden, where the unused path stopped. It was there that she noticed Captain, the family cat, glaring at her with those big eyes from the crumbled bricks of what appeared to be an old, no longer working well.

Upon approaching, Lorrie noted that the well had been filled in with loose rubble and general rubbish, stopping her or anyone else from falling in and breaking, or.. Becoming injured.

A light breeze picked up in the garden, and soon enough Lorrie had taken off at a run: far too excited and lost in this new opportunity to explore that she failed to notice the lights flickering on back at the house. They’d noticed she was missing, and she’d not left a note. This would get her, and probably the old maker in trouble if she didn’t notice they were awake.

But Lorrie was far too busy prancing around the garden, lifting roses with her ingertips and indulging in the sweet scents of the garden to have any real idea of what was going on.

After a while a couple of the lights went off, and the chain to the bathroom was pulled: the bathroom door making a rather loud noise as it was closed. Or perhaps it was Lorrie’s keen hearing that got to her first. Lorrie’s head turned to the house, eyeing it carefully.

There had been four lights on, if she had looked while they still were. She’d only just caught them going off: and that meant at least the parents were awake, but it appeared they had gone back to sleep, now.

One light remained on, though, and that light was in one of the smaller rooms that belonged to the young boy whom had requested her from the dollmaker.

Lorrie hoped that he would go back to sleep; she desperately didn’t want to go back inside. At least not yet. There was so much to explore, and a whole night to explore it!

While the other’s slept, Lorrie planned to explore the whole of the garden, and the woods behind it. There had to be some hidden mysteries there, or something she didn’t know about yet. Or maybe there was nothing, but that was a risk she was willing to chance.

Eventually, the light in the boy’s room went off, and Lorrie let out a breath of relief , even though she didn’t need to. The boy would have hopefully gone to bed, but he might not have gone back to sleep, yet.

The boys parents had made it clear that Lorrie had been created specifically for him, and that was what Lorrie was to remember. At all times. Not a problem.

So longs as she got to explore the garden when she wanted, that was okay.


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