Wednesday, 14 October 2015

The Frighteningly Fun Halloween Tour

Will O' the Wisp
C.S. Boyack

Will O' the Wisp is a paranormal tale from C. S. Boyack. It involves a mildly handicapped girl facing a mysterious threat. The wisp has been killing off Patty Hall's family for generations, and she's next on the list. It is suitable for young adult readers. It's a perfect Halloween read.

Patty Hall is perfectly prepared for the wrong problem. She is enamored with the space race, and knows the history of NASA by heart. She is faced with an ancient threat that has been targeting the Hall family for generations.  Hampered by an overprotective mother, if Patty can't figure it all out in time, she may be the next member in the Hall family cemetery plot.

It's not hard enough to be a fifteen year old girl, and a social outcast. As she watches her friends mature and grow, she has to face the idea of never turning sixteen. Please consider joining Patty on her incredible adventure.

An Excerpt to wet your taste...

 Will O' the Wisp is also a coming of age story. Patty wears corrective leg braces, and has a strained relationship with her mother. It seems like they both try, but never at the same time. Readers might enjoy a taste of this side story today.

Mom had an old purple bridesmaid's dress over the dining room table. Her tomato full of pins and needles sat beside it. It was a pretty purple dress that went clear to the floor.
She clasped her hands together and bent at the knees. She made a desperate looking smile and said, "Guess what I did today?"
I sat down my lunchbox and held my hands apart.
She pulled out a ticket. "I bought you a ticket to the dance. There's no time to buy a dress, so I need to alter this one. I need you to try it on real quick."
I flopped into one of the chairs and my jaw dropped open. "Mom, no. How could you do this to me?"
"I thought you'd be happy. Laura's no better than you, so you're going to that dance too. The dress is long enough to cover your braces and everything."
"She is better than me. An actual boy asked her to the dance. No one asked me. It's just pitiful when girls go stag. I'm already a freak, and this is like putting a cherry on top."
"Well, you're going and that's final. You have to live a normal life, and that means experiencing normal things. Now go put this dress on."
I swept up the dress and stomped upstairs. Stupid crippled girl in a stupid hand-me-down dress that's ten years out of style. Isn't she sad standing in the corner all alone? That was the best possible outcome.
The worst outcome was everyone making fun of me out loud. Or girls who forced their boyfriends to dance with me. Or jocks who dared each other to dance with me. God, she could be so stupid sometimes.
I got undressed and didn't bother to hang up my school clothes. I yanked the dress over my head and went into the bathroom. It was so stupidly out of style, but the color was nice.
I lifted it up and clanked downstairs. The hem caught in my braces and tore a little bit.
"It's too long anyway," Mom said, "no problem." She raised the bottom and pinned it where she thought it looked best. Then she bunched up the back and pinned some more. She led me to the sewing room to look in the mirror behind the door.
I actually looked pretty good. I curled my lip and looked at a ruffled thingy on my shoulder.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked.
"Does it matter?"
"Not with that attitude. This dance will be whatever you make of it. You know you have to be bigger than the few small minds around you. Now haul it off so I can get to work, and don't knock my pins out."
I hoisted the dress off and slapped it against her chest. "That fluffy part has to go."
"Fine, now you can go call your friends and tell them all about it. You're just as good as they are."
"I'm not calling anyone. There'll be more than enough sympathy and shame the night of the dance." I stomped back upstairs in my underwear and screamed into my pillow.

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Author Bio
I was born in a town called Elko, Nevada. I like to tell everyone I was born in a small town in the 1940s. I'm not quite that old, but Elko has always been a little behind the times. This gives me a unique perspective of earlier times, and other ways of getting by. Some of this bleeds through into my fiction.

I moved to Idaho right after the turn of the century, and never looked back. My writing career was born here, with access to other writers and critique groups I jumped in with both feet.

I like to write about things that have something unusual. My works are in the realm of science fiction, paranormal, and fantasy. The goal is to entertain you for a few hours. I hope you enjoy the ride.

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