The Waypoint

[Martin75]

Marty stepped up onto the porch of the old cabin tentatively. She wasn't sure if she trusted it; it looked like no one had been here in a very long time. Luckily, the boards groaned slightly but easily held her weight. As she walked around the front porch she began to take in more of her surroundings. 
The cabin sat in a small clearing surrounded by wilderness as far as one can imagine. Bird song and the chitter chatter of the forest animals fill the air with a relaxing soundtrack of harmony. 
Marty slowly made her way towards the front door, huge compared to the small size of the cabin.
There really wasn't much one could say about the cabin itself. It's wood had been darkened by the weather and was covered in moss in many places. Two perfectly square windows sat on either side of the door with not even a shudder attached.  The porch, although the width of the cabin, was barely deep enough to hold two people and seemed to have been made with whatever was left over from the cabin. No more, no less.
But the door.  Colors seemed to burst from the wood as if they were too bold for the wood to contain.  Carvings that no human could have made spread across the wood showing a fairy world unfolding. In the scenes that depicted light, Marty swore that the door gave off a warm glow.  And there was no way to mistake the flare of light that emanated from the glowing blue orb that was the doorknob. 

Marty reached for the doorknob and was immediately filled with a sense of peace and contentment. And somehow she suddenly knew she had reached The Waypoint

[Quantum12]

I was traveling this great land as this beautiful cabin entered my vision field. The door was not from this world. I looked through the thick weathered glass to see a warm glow. This glow was a feeling of energy not just a vision.

This cabin brought back memories from visions of the past. It brought tears to my eyes. All of the seasons visit this cabin. The cabin sees snow, rain and even the leaves knew my name. As I drew my breath I could see a magical person inside. Her soul was decorating this cabin with special dust…

[Martin75]

Marty stepped through the door and was greeted with warmth. A fireplace took up almost the entire far wall. The warmth it created was strong enough to touch her skin before she had fully entered the room. Every other inch of the walls was covered in books. Old books, new books, small books, big books—books that were bound in leather and even what looked to be a couple of loose-leaf books bound simply with string.

The room, which wasn’t really a cabin but one massive room, was filled with couches and chairs as varied in size and style as the books on the shelves.

Marty wondered the shelves until she found a book that seemed to call to her.  After pulling the smaller book from the shelf she curled up in a pink overstuffed chair by the fire and settled in for a relaxing read; eager to jump into a new adventure…

[quintessentone]

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Marty stepped through the door and was greeted with warmth. A fireplace took up almost the entire far wall. The warmth it created was strong enough to touch her skin before she had fully entered the room. Every other inch of the walls was covered in books. Old books, new books, small books, big books—books that were bound in leather and even what looked to be a couple of loose-leaf books bound simply with string.

The room, which wasn’t really a cabin but one massive room, was filled with couches and chairs as varied in size and style as the books on the shelves.

Marty wondered the shelves until she found a book that seemed to call to her.  After pulling the smaller book from the shelf she curled up in a pink overstuffed chair by the fire and settled in for a relaxing read; eager to jump into a new adventure…

It's almost perfect, except it's missing a cat or two. LOL

[Martin75]

It's almost perfect, except it's missing a cat or two. LOL

Join me and bring us one  

[Chiefsmom]

Wonderful so far!
I have to say, immediately brought Nightstar to mind.

[Martin75]

Wonderful so far!
I have to say, immediately brought Nightstar to mind.

I can't write and Nightstar not come to mind.  I do miss her sweet sweet soul.  But who knows what we will find on the shelves...

[quintessentone]

Join me and bring us one  

The small dirty-looking red book with the title "Peter the Apprentice"; Illustrated" showed signs of wear and tear through much handling or handling through much love for what it contained, this intrigued Marty more.

As Marty opened the cover there was a piece of yellow-aged note seemingly glued on there from the Wesleyan Methodist Sunday School, dated March 1892 which read "To Charlotte. Charlotte Montgomery for good attendance at the Bush Sunday School.

Marty thought of those days long past and what Charlotte's life would have been like, then turning the next page the full title then read, "Peter the Apprentice: A historical Tale of the Reformation of England, by the author of "Faithful, but not Famous," "Fanny the Flower Girl" etc. with an illustration of Peter the Apprentice himself.

Marty then turned the next page to reveal the Table of Contents which offered 13 chapters, all piquing her interest.

Just then Marty heard the faint sound of a cry outside the cabin. Marty rose, opened the door, and there on the narrow front porch stood two skinny, motley coloured cats crying and looking at her for help. Marty wasn't sure if she trusted them but as with her lack of trust entering the cabin, she let providence be her guide and at the same time remembered seeing canned fish in the cupboards during her first walk around the cabin.

Marty then prepared the canned fish and return to the two sorryful cats who greeted her offering of food with cries of happiness and excitement. Marty now had two big decisions to make.

[Quantum12]

I opened the door and my long lost friend Marty greeted me with her warm smile. We threw back our minds and talked about our wonderful friends we met along our journey. Marty gave me a pint of lime stalk organic juice from her past world. I really felt amazing after drinking the whole jar of it. 

The magical cabin was beautiful inside. It looks small from the outside, once inside it’s magical and massive but with warmth. She had me pick out my room before all of our friends will return. My room was very cozy with four wood burning fire places. All loaded up with special cherry wood. I met the kitties too, they are so sweet.

I decided to check out the outside of the magical cabin. It was beautiful. I thought I heard the sound of a large dragon…

[Martin75]

Marty shook her head with a soft laugh, watching her old friend skip down the hallway like sunlight dancing on water. Oh, to have even half that spark! She sank into her chair, the cushions sighing beneath her, and let the quiet of the room settle around her like a warm shawl.
But the book in her lap was soon forgotten.
Two tiny cats, no heavier than a breath, climbed into her arms. Their fur was soft as mist, their purrs a gentle thunder rolling through her chest. They curled together, fitting perfectly in the cradle of her lap.
“What shall we name you?” Marty whispered, her voice barely louder than the hush of twilight. Her gaze drifted to the book beside her, once so important, now merely a messenger. The note caught her eye:
"To Charlotte. Charlotte Montgomery for good attendance at the Bush Sunday School.”
She smiled—a slow, blooming smile, like a flower opening to dusk. Yes… Charlotte for the dainty queen, her paws like petals. Montgomery for the quiet guardian, steady and serene.
Sweet dreams, Charlotte and Montgomery, she murmured, as the room exhaled into stillness and the evening wrapped them all in its silken hush.