Autumn Train Blog Hop

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Do you have a favorite fall memory linked to a train? What do you imagine you would see if you were riding a train in the fall? Join the authors of Wild Child publishing and Freya’s Bower as we Take an Autumn Train Ride through our blogs.

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Why the Leaves Change

By Nick Lloyd

I lean my head against the train’s window, watching the trees zoom toward me and disappear. Sam, my twelve year old nephew, sits across from me, his attention on his Nintendo 3DS.

My sister has been swamped with work lately, so Sam’s been living with me for the last week. He’s quiet most of the time, which works fine with me. We’ve never really connected, and the last week has been rather awkward for the both of us.

“So…” I say, “how’s your game?”

“Fine,” Sam says, his eyes locked to the glowing screen.

“Super.” I give up and go back to staring out the window as the train rushes through the valley.

It’s not like I hate kids or anything. They’re okay, I guess. I’d probably like them more if I could keep a conversation alive for more than a few seconds. Maybe it’s a generational difference… although, that seems like a grumpy, old man’s excuse. Regardless, I’m glad that my awkward week with the boy is almost over. One simple train ride and he’ll be home.

As I gaze out at the trees, I notice the blurs of color slowing down and becoming more visible. I realize the train is slowing to a stop. The other passengers throw each other confused glances, trying to discover an explanation.

“Sorry, folks,” a raspy voice says over the intercom, “we’re experiencing some technical difficulties. Just a short delay and we’ll be ready to go again. Feel free to visit the concession stand while you wait. Hot dogs will be half priced for a short time, and you simply cannot pass up such a bargain.”

Murmurs of complaints spread through the train car. A few people actually stand up to take advantage of the conductor’s shameless advertisement.

I let out a small sigh and go back to my window. The train has stopped right on the edge of a deep divide in the valley, allowing me to see for miles. The orange and yellow leaves light up the valley like a forest fire, mixing with the dark green from pine trees. It’s like autumn’s touch is burning the forest down in preparation for winter. Golden beams of light shine down from the evening sun, mixing with the orange and red hues and fueling the forest inferno. A strong wind shakes the tree tops, swaying them back and forth like ocean waves.

“Hey,” Sam says, looking up from his game, “why do the trees change colors?”

I pause for a moment. Of all our brief conversations, this is the first one he initiated. I consider telling him the scientific answer to his question, but decide against it. “Why do you think?”

“Hmm…” He ponders this for a moment, staring out the window with a distant look. “Maybe they get bored staying the same all summer?”

“Do you get bored of staying the same?”

The wind tears leaves from the trees, scattering them throughout the valley. The train tracks ahead of us are covered in reddish brown leaves. Sunlight reflects off the metal tracks peeking through the layer of leaves.

“Sometimes I do,” he says. “I mean, it’d be nice to be a different person every year.”

“Sounds kind of tiring to change so often.”

“Yeah.” He looks down at his feet for a moment. “But then maybe people at school would like me.”

I bite the inside of my cheek. I wonder if this is something I need to let my sister know about.

“You know,” I say hesitantly, “pine trees don’t lose their leaves in the fall. They survive the winter just the way they are.”

Sam peers out the window, as if seeing the trees will confirm this.

Just then, the train lets out a soft groan and slugs forward. Slowly, the train gains momentum and speeds through the valley just like before, however, something in the air is different. Winter is coming, but I think it’ll be alright.

If you liked my writing, you should check out my new novel: Shades of Red and Blue

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Author Interview

Hello everyone! Jennwild child publishing Nixon gave me an author interview on the Wild Child Publishing blog, asking me questions about my new book, Shades of Red and Blue, and a few other writing topics.

Check it out if you want to learn more about me and my work, or even if you just want to read the silly questions at the end of the interview. Click below to see my interview on the Wild Child blog:

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Shades of Red and Blue Sample Piece

Here’s a short except of my novel, Shades of Red and Blue:Through the Door I Go

“I… I trust you,” I said, slowly making my descent into the darkness. I took each step with caution, listening to Tobias’s footsteps ahead of me.

The light from the hallway quickly faded. The blackness was so thick I couldn’t even see my feet.

Tobias didn’t seem affected by the lack of sight. His steps were confident, never faltering.

I blindly held out my hands, reaching out for anything I might run into.

A light flickered on, illuminating the tiny room we had entered.

I squinted at the sudden brightness. I quickly withdrew my outstretched hands and finished walking down the last few steps.

A single light bulb hung from ceiling, emitting a dim light that still managed to cast ominous shadows from Tobias and me.

The room was rather small, about six by six feet. The most surprising thing wasn’t the size of the room, but rather the large metal door on the wall. It reminded of a bank vault door without the large bolts to keep it shut. It stood as tall as the wall. Inscribed in the side of the door was a small key hole.

“What…” I said, my voice shaking. “What’s that for?”

“Would you believe me if I said this is where I keep my porn collection?”

I didn’t laugh. Neither did he.

I stared at the door, noticing several large gouge marks in the metal. They almost looked like claw marks… but that wasn’t possible. Nothing could make those kinds of indentations in metal.

“What happened there?” I asked, staring at the gouges in awe.

Tobias followed my gaze. Rather than answer, he pulled out his jumble of keys. He picked one out and fit it into the hole in the door. He swung the door open just enough to fit a person through.

I immediately saw how thick the door really was. I guessed that it was at least three inches, if not more.

There was no way someone could get through that door without a key. I doubt twenty pounds of C4 could dent that thing, which only added to the bizarreness. What could have made such deep gouges in that door? Even more, how did he open such a heavy looking door all by himself?

Tobias motioned for me to enter.

I stood motionless, unable to process what was happening.

What was behind that door? Who did he think was going to try to break in? Or maybe the door wasn’t meant to keep something from getting in, but rather, to keep something from getting out.

“Amaya,” Tobias said with a soft expression, “do you remember when I told you that I wouldn’t hurt you?”

I nodded.

“What I need to show you will change your life, but I need you to believe me when I say that it’s necessary for your safety.” He stood beside the door, waiting patiently for me to make a move.

I couldn’t see anything inside the next room. It was just a black void.

Despite all reasoning and common sense, I summoned my courage and walked into the darkness.

Tobias followed after me, pulling the door shut behind him with a loud metallic bang.

Darkness enveloped me. My eyes were useless, but I managed to take a few tentative steps forward.

“I’m sure you’ve been curious about me,” Tobias said, his voice slicing through the dark like a dagger. “You must have realized that I’m not like normal people.”

“I suppose…” I said, my heart rate steadily rising. I held my arms close to me, as if to protect me from an unseen force.

“Try not to be afraid,” Tobias said quietly, practically a whisper.

Shades of Red and Blue Now Released!

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Are you sick of the typical vampire/paranormal novels? Then you might be interested in my new horror romance novel, Shades of Red and Blue, which is now available for purchase and download at WildChildPublishing.com. Click on this link to find out more.

This dark story features a socially introverted girl, Amaya, who encounters a dangerous new world when she meets a mysterious boy, Tobias. When Amaya moves to a new town, she hears dangerous rumors about Tobias. People urge her to stay away from him, but something about him draws her in. Click here to read a short excerpt.

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