Bout of Books 12 Daily Challenge from A Daydreamers Thoughts – Rewrite the Story
Choose a book on your To Be Read Pile and use that title to write your own story (250-500 words) that has nothing to do with the actual story.
I chose The Diviners by Libba Bray
Evie O’Neill has been exiled from her boring old hometown and shipped off to the bustling streets of New York City—and she is pos-i-tute-ly ecstatic. It’s 1926, and New York is filled with speakeasies, Ziegfeld girls, and rakish pickpockets. The only catch is that she has to live with her uncle Will and his unhealthy obsession with the occult.
Evie worries he’ll discover her darkest secret: a supernatural power that has only brought her trouble so far. But when the police find a murdered girl branded with a cryptic symbol and Will is called to the scene, Evie realizes her gift could help catch a serial killer.
As Evie jumps headlong into a dance with a murderer, other stories unfold in the city that never sleeps. A young man named Memphis is caught between two worlds. A chorus girl named Theta is running from her past. A student named Jericho hides a shocking secret. And unknown to all, something dark and evil has awakened.</strong
The startling racket coming from over the mountain woke Livvy Jessup from an already fitful sleep. What sounded like some sort of ancient chanting and a bright white light drew her out from under a pile of blankets. Anxiety is a paralyzer. At 13 years old Livvy knows the grip of that paralysis. She has succomb to it for the last 5 years. Livvy’s remedy to the paralysis is Charlotte, a gray and white Persian cat her grandfather adopted for her during her mother’s trial. The likelihood of all the racket waking Pappy was slim to none. So Livvy pulled on her pink chenille robe and slippers and scooped up Charlotte to investigate.
The path to the clearing over the mountain was a treacherous one especially considering the pitch black 2 a.m. hour. Just below the basement floor door that Livvy exited from was the door to the turn-of-the-century spring house Pappy’s father had built. The spring is magic and Livvy knows it. A tiny drop of spring water has transported Livvy to enchanted worlds inhabited by sprites and gnomes and dwarfs and goblins and even an acestral coven of witches including Livvy’s recently deceased grandmother, Elle. Livvy cups a handful of the clear spring water into her hands and puts the chilled liquid to her lips. With a small electric shock and a wave of indiscernible images Livvy and Charlotte are transported to the clearing over the top of the mountain.
It’s always a bit of a shock when the transport is completed. A frazzled feeling and butterflies in her stomach. A dry mouth and a slight hearing loss in her right ear. Livvy pats on her ear and shakes her head. Charlotte is unaffected. She takes to prowling immediately. That slinky cat walk through the Heather and the Sage bushes. Livvy follows still somewhat disoriented and, if she’s telling the truth, still a little bit spooked by the magic of the spring house though it is much less intimidating than it was that first time when she was 8 years old.