Mort Rainey walked up the stairs in his cabin, up to the every familiar loft where he wrote his novel Secret Window. He was taking everything in, glad to be back where he belonged. He took off his narrow brimmed black hat and hung it on a chair. Beads of sweat had formed on this forehead from the heat outside. Mort walked over to the edge of the room where a chest of drawers rested. He shoved the chest aside to reveal a small window near the floor. Some windows aren't supposed to be opened, this was one of them, Mort knew this, but what did he have to fear? He opened the secret window for a second time.
Fresh air poured into the room, it smelled like fresh soil. From the window, Mort looked over his handiwork, a freshly planted garden of corn. He could almost taste the sweet, buttery ears. In only a few months he'll have all that he could possibly want. But in the mean time Mort walked over to his laptop, still blank. He sat down and with his hands still dusted with fresh soil, he began to type.
It was corn season again; Todd Downey longed for the succulent ears of corn that he had so willfully devoured the year before. But the secret, his secret to the perfect corn would no longer work. The key ingredient was too old, he needed some fresh meat and he knew just where to find it
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This story isn't over, I am going to continue it! I have to give credit where credit is due- the inspiration for the next part of the story is from isabelledepp. Thanx! Stay tuned!
~DepppsterGal