Novel WIP

[Ecowolfsteen 14]

For about a year now I've been gathering up information and ideas to write some of my biggest novels. I'm mainly focusing on one now, because I don't want to much stress. The novel I'm working on now has no name but it seems pretty good, I need to spruce up the first chapter a bit but I think it's pretty good.

 

Chapter 1

 

 

 

Pugsley sat at his dinner table in his small, cluttered shop. His shop was no ordinary shop though. His shop was filled with mystical, magical objects people would die to get their filthy, grubby hands on. For his shop was a Wizard Emporium, the best in Dublin. Puglsey was a small, plump, greedy man who sold illegal magical objects. You say, why are they illegal? Well, magic was outlawed in Dublin, therefore magical objects were outlawed. But, Puglsey could hide his little shop of his because no outsiders of the Magic World could see it.

The Magic World is a hidden dimension right in front of your eyes. But, alas, you can’t see it because you do not posses the magical powers of the world. Pugsley, on the other hand, did. That’s how he could get all of this stuff in his shop. He stole it from museums’ or any other place you could think of with his powers. Pugsley was pretty sneaky for a fat old man but it all paid off in the end for he made a healthy profit.

The small doors leading to a cramped entrie way opened up. A young mischevious woman stepped forth and observed Pugsley’s tiny shop. “We closed, sorry hon. Come back tomorrow.” Pugsley told the woman. As the woman put another foot foward and shifted into the light she appeared to be wearing a dark cloak with a cape. “Hey, I said leave.” Pugsley demanded. Finally, the woman revealed herself in the bright light. Under her cloak was long, beautiful, chestnut brown hair. On her shaded face you could see her twinkling, green eyes. Her arms were crossed together under her cloak sleeves. She looked at Pugsley.

Puglsey frowned. “You def, hon?” Pugsley asked her,”I said get out!” Puglsey was flustering, his eyes were red with anger, and he was out of his chair by his dinner table now. “I be trying to eat my dinner!” Pugsley inched toward her. Suddenly, the woman pulled a wand out of her cloak sleeves and pointed it at Pugsley’s fat double chin. “Ohuh! What you gonna do with that, hon? Don’t go crazy on me now!” Pugsley was scared out of his mind. Sweat dripped from his brow and his hands shook.

The woman smirked and pushed her wand into his chin farther. “You have something for me...,” she said in a slithery, dark, soft voice. “I have no idea what you blabbin’ about hon!” Pugsley backed up into the counter of which he kept little trinkets. His arms shifted onto the counter and knocked over a box of new merchandise he got his hands on. The box toppled over on the concrete ground and spilled newly retrieved wands. Pugsley’s face lit up. He was in a Wizard Emporium! He had magic all around him to fight back!

“Don’t even think about it!” the woman’s voice got louder and sounded of tires crunching on gravel. The woman slapped Puglsey across the face with her wand and demanded her order. “Please, you have set no order. You don’t seem familiar!” Pugsley sobbed. “I didn’t need to set my order.” she told him,” I see it right there. Retrieve it for me, now!” she demanded. Puglsey looked over his shoulder. He saw one glove, studded with purple and red rhinestones sitting on a night stand with a glass jar over it.

“That?” Pugsley asked. “Yes, the glove. I’m guessing you have no idea how valuable it is, no?” she asked him. “Of course not. It’s just a purdy glove. Nothing extra-special with it.” Puglsey told her. “Fool! This glove has the power to overcome the Magic World and enslave it!” she was getting impatient. “Phh... Your talking crazy!” Pugsley insisted there was nothing special about it. The lady pushed her wand into his fat, greasy chin making him gag. “Now.” she said.

Pugsley climbed over the counter and picked the glass jar up containing the glove. He stumbled over to the lady and put it on the counter. “If what you say is true, I want a big chunk of change, lady!” Pugsley demanded. “I will give you no money! You are a low life thief! You deserve nothing!” she exclaimed. “Funny. If you give me no money, take the glove, and run away, wouldn’t you be a low life thief too?” he made a point. The lady slapped Pugsley across his fat, greasy face and snatched the glove up. The woman backed up and pointed her wand at Pugsley. “You will speak nothing of this.” she told him. “What makes you so sure of that?” he asked her. “If you do, then your life will be on the line. I mean, it already is, you have no home.” she told him. “What you talkin’ bout’ mate? My home is my shop!” he told her. The shaded lady smirked and walked out of the cramped, Wizard Emporium. Pugsley looked behind him. The whole backside of his shop had turned into a crumpled up, burning room. “No!” Pugsley screamed!

Pugsley stepped away from the fire that was spreading across his shop. His life’s work was going up in flames, turning to ash. He backed up into a wall, crying. Pugsley slid down onto the floor and watched it burn. “No!!” Pugsley screamed at the fire as if it would stop. “You can’t!” he exclaimed. “I’ve worked so hard!”

Pugsley got up and ran out the door, barely able to squeeze through his cramped entrie way. He saw the mysterious lady turn the corner and demanded her to stop, to fix all of this. But, that wasn’t going to happen. If only Pugsley had his wand. He could make it stop. Instead, his wand had turned to oblivion. To ash.

This indeed, was the end of Pugsly’s poor, pathetic life.

By now, his home, money, and shop had been engulfed in flames. The cold, damp, dark streets of the Dublin Magic World were not welcoming to Pugsley. He retreated into a nearby alley way and watched his shop burn. He would get his revenge on this mysterious lady. He would have his day.

 

The cloaked lady slipped out onto a dark, abandoned road. She stood in the middle of it and waited. Another person, appearing to be a tall, slim man stepped out into the road as well right in front of her. The cloaked man and woman met halfway and gave each other a hug. “Julius!” the woman exclaimed. “It’s been too long, Jade. Too long.” the man who was Julius said. “How bad did they treat you in there, Julius? Any scars?” Jade asked him. “No, my love. I’ve actually gotten out early for good behavior. Isn’t it wonderful?” Julius eyes were filling with tears of joy as he lifted Jade up and spun her around. Jade laughed as she was set back down. “Do you have it, Jade?” Julius asked. “Yes.”

Jade reached into her cloak pocket and pulled out the glove. Julius’s face lit up and he took it. Julius put it on his hand and flexed his fingers. “Perfect fit.” he said, relaxed. Julius pointed it at a nearby trashcan and centered all of his energy into the glove. A bright, red circle appeared on the biggest rhinestone resting on the top of the glove. The red circle turned into a sphere. Julius released the sphere and it hit the trashcan, sending it into a tree making them both explode on impact sending mixed tree chunks and trashcan metal flying every which way.

“Excellent.” Julius said, pleased with himself.

“I’m glad you like it, honey.” Jade said shifting a hand onto his chest. Julius smiled and brushed her hand off of him. “We have work to do.” he said. Jade frowned and followed Julius into the night.

 

Allistar stared out of his foggy window in his Dublin house. It was morning, Allistar had just ate his breakfast. He was very hungry. Allistar had five eggs, three pieces of bacon, and two pieces of toast. There went his breakfast for the rest of the week. Allistar put his hand over his stomach and groaned. A black car rolled up by the curb outside of Allistar’s window. A well dressed man with a fedora stepped out onto the sidewalk. He looked up at Allistar and motioned for him to open the window. He did as told. Allistar unlatched the window and poked his head through it.

“Are you Allistar Prescott?” he asked him. “Yes, sir.”he responded. “I have a message for you, Allistar.” he told him.

Allistar unlocked his small apartment door, ran down the wooden, creaky stairs and met the man outside in the busy streets of Dublin. The man handed Allistar the message. It had a red, bumpy sticker enclosing it in a fold.

Allistar opened it up and read the grave news. His mother, Ella, had died last night on her way home from work. She was in a car accident. The narrow roads caused her to smash into the railing and fall down a mountain. Allistar dropped the letter and cuffed his hands over his face. “It’s okay, boy. Come with me.” the man said shifting a hand onto Allistar’s shoulder. The man guided Allistar into his car, in which they drove off onto a busy highway.

“Who are you?” Allistar asked him as they drove away. “My name is Jenkins. Close friends call me Jenk.” he said winking at Allistar. “My mom called me Alley,” he sobbed out. Jenkins patted Allistar’s shoulder. His face became grave. Why did he have to do this? Jenkins didn’t want to tell Allistar about magic. He obviously wasn’t ready for it. His mother just died. The car made a sharp turn and hit the side of a car next to them. Allistar and Jenkins looked out their windows. The black car swerved and they hit the railing. “No!” Allistar screamed. He was about to experience the same fate as his mother. The car they hit hit them back. “Hey!” the driver up front screamed. “Watch it!” Allistar looked outside again. They were dangerously close to the edge. More cars collided with the car Allistar and Jenkins were in. The paint was scraped off and they hit the side of the railing. “Oh no!” Allistar realized what was happening.

With a final blow with another car Allistar and Jenkins and the driver were forced off the highway into the chilly Dublin water with a splash. The car bobbed up and down in the sea as people watched. The last thing they saw was the horrified faces of Allistar and Jenkins.

 

 

TOTAL WORD COUNT: 1,780

Edited October 9, 2010 by Ecowolfsteen