Margga’s Curse, Revised Chapter 10

“VREE?” GRANDMA RELEASED MY HAND. “Are you okay?” She waved her other hand in front of my eyes as the remnants of the vision faded. “I seemed to have lost your attention for a moment.” Her face bore a concerned look.

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Happy Thanksgiving to my family and American friends.

I’m still busy, putting the I in Vree’s story. Today’s chapter introduces Enit Huw [ee-nit ho-ew], a mysterious white crow that, in the manner of YA fantasy story construction, becomes Vree’s magi.

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Margga’s Curse, revised: Chapter 9

THE WOMAN’S SCREAM IN MY head diminished. The sickness in my stomach did not.

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The beginning of this chapter of Margga’s Curse deals with the brief visit of Charles Erickson’s spirit.

For those who don’t know, Vree’s father, Charles Maxwell Erickson, was born 41 years ago on May 11 in Wheeling WV where he lived with his parents, attorney Reginald Keith Erickson (now 70, retired) and school teacher Rachel Louise (McGuire) Erickson (now 67, retired), and older siblings, Leanne Louise Erickson (now 45, graphic designer, married and lives in Cincinnati OH with husband Paul Watson and family) and Alexis Michelle Erickson (now 39, kindergarten teacher, divorced and lives in Monroeville PA; was briefly married to Justin Roth—they had no children).

Charles graduated from Wheeling Park High School at age 18 and from the University of Pittsburgh School of Law (Pitt Law) at age 22. He met Karrie Lybrook at college and married her when he was 25. They lived in Upper St. Clair where he was a lawyer. He died June 19 on daughter Vree’s 15th birthday when lightning struck him and Vree while they put away his lawnmower.

He was tall (6’ 3”) and had blonde hair and blue eyes.

The last part of this chapter doesn’t appear in the novel. I deleted it in favor of adding it to a later novel, which was going to introduce Vree’s step-uncle. That book is still in the planning stages, so I thought it would be fun to foreshadow the book with the introduction of Evelyn Lybrook’s secret past returned to Margga’s Curse.

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Margga’s Curse, revised: Chapter 8

THE AIR TASTED SWEET AND was warm as I sat on the front porch swing and rocked. Past a small rise in the road, a dark blue house across the road sat on a large hill almost two hundred yards up the road. It was a pretty house, more modern looking than the one I was at, surrounded by evergreen hedges by what I could see through the foliage between us.

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Margga’s Curse, revised: Chapter 7

I STAYED CLOSE TO LENNY, who guided me across the backyard. Along the way, I stopped at a line of three large, bleached canvas camp tents in front of a square fire pit made of cement blocks.

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Rottweilers get a bad rap among dogs for the intimidation they cause, and adding vampire-like fangs, evil-looking red eyes, and large bull horns don’t help. The horns are new for this version of the story, which adds to the excitement of being gored when chased by such a creature. To be bitten and gored by it—Vree is fortunate that this hellhound doesn’t breathe fire.

Hmmm, breathing fire…

I’ve known many dogs, and Rotts are gentle canines when treated well by their owners. They are also smart and obedient, which makes them good choices for Margga to dictate her evil orders to.

Margga’s Curse, revised: Chapter 6

WHEN THE VAN SLAMMED INTO the woman, the crash sent the frog to the bottom of the ditch water and spooked a pair of sparrows from their perch on the telephone wires above. The impact of the large grille crushed the woman’s body and killed her instantly. The van’s driver flew through the shattered windshield and auto parts flew in pieces across the country highway. The driver cartwheeled into the field like a twirling rag doll, expelling blood and body parts along with loose change and bits of clothing into the patches of goldenrod, buffalo bur, nettle, and bindweed.

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The book Lenny gives Vree is a large, oversize black book the size of a coffee table book. Its cover is leather, though I’m sure it’s made of human skin.

It’s modeled after a 17th century maritime logbook I saw many years ago at a museum when I was a college art student. At first glance, I thought the book was a bible because of the red trim along its uneven pages. Then, when I saw the numbers and strange language written inside, my imagination went into overdrive and the idea of a witch’s spell book was born that day.

Margga’s Curse, revised: Chapter 5

LENNY HAD REACHED THE TOP landing when I found my box of pre-stretched canvases next to Amy’s Gibson acoustic guitar—a gift from Aunt Alexis.

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Margga’s Curse, revised: Chapter 4

MOM PARKED THE SUV ALONGSIDE a green and white Mayflower tractor-trailer that had moved our meager belongings donated by friends and various charity groups, as well as our few ones that had survived fire, smoke, and water damage. We were parked on a long, stone paved driveway on the left side of a white foursquare farmhouse trimmed in a vivid blue color that hurt my eyes to look at for more than a few seconds at a time. At the far end of the driveway, a two-car garage painted to match the house sat in front of us.

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Telling/Showing Margga’s Curse from Vree Erickson’s perspective cut a lot of scenes from the original third person point of view version. This is now Vree’s journey—her story. Events will move quicker too now that other viewpoints have been omitted.

First-person stories are a bit too myopic for me, but I’ve been told it’s popular among young readers. It certainly has a long history. Storytelling, after all, is probably almost as old as human language and I suspect most of it was told in first person point of view.  It’s a natural way of relating events that happened to us, which is likely why it’s a favorite way of writing among young authors, as well as a favorite way of reading among young readers.

Because my main character is a young adult, my story in all its forms has always been considered by the label makers as a young adult read. Be that as it may, I prefer to write in third person point of view, creating layers by exploring journeys made by other characters. Having many characters tell a story complicates the story structure, which makes it an unsuitable way to write stories for young adults. In this version of Margga’s Curse told in first person, I, the author, can only tell the story of what Vree Erickson, the narrator, experiences.  But when the story was written in the third person omniscient narrative, I could imagine all points of view, reveal a lot of information, tell the story from different angles, or tell different stories that could be later drawn in to one overall plot.

Anyway, despite my grumblings about its limitations, I still had fun writing the story in first person POV.

Until next time, I hope you’re enjoying the story and will leave me comments.